We’ve established that women think men are made up of 30% neglect, 50% parts horndog, 10% (insert hobby) and the rest can be covered by “You selfish bastard!” This is how the world of so-called feminists sees us.
Boobs on a billboard? Men. The use of gratuitous sex on the telly? Men. Raping cows of milk? Men. Porn? Men. Prostitution? Men.
But women? You all are made up of 30% gossip, 55% hypocrisy, and the rest can be covered by whatever whim you’ve taken into your head today.
Hypocrites, you ask? Oh, let me count the ways…
Lying for a friend; You know damn well you would lie for your whoring little friend, just like we’ve done. All we wanted to do was get some sleep, not get embroiled in a conversation why your boyfriend is sleeping on our couch. You know what? We don’t care. If he came over smelling of cheap booze, glitter and sex, he can still sleep on our couch, preferably with an old blanket, take a shower in the morning and leave. We’re not going to call you in the middle of the night and demand you rush over to confront him (unless, of course, we don’t like him much), though we will laugh at him if he does get caught.
Fantasizing; Come ON. Yes, we notice you gushing over Edward Cullen. But we don’t get hung up on it, why must you? You’re never going to date Rob Pattz, and we’re never going to hook up with the girl in the tight skirt crossing the street.
Best Friend Crushes; Don’t pretend you would never. It’s a stereotype for a reason. The problem with this is that it’s not just random lusting, because we get that. Hell, we DO that. But if you’re doing it after years of friendship and he’s nice, generous and caring, it’s because he’s your FRIEND. If he were, say, your boyfriend, he’d probably be a douche to you too. There’s a reason why he’s single, and it’s never his choice, no matter how compelling the argument.
(Note: this has never happened to me personally, though I *have* kissed my ex’s best friend. It was totally hot.)
Sharing Classified Information; Okay, we occasionally talk about you to our friends. No, it’s not always flattering. But you do it too. You whine, you complain, you share our sex techniques in explicit detail. So stop freaking out if you eavesdrop on a conversation you’re not supposed to hear in the first place. It’s called venting.
Stereotyping the Slut; Who doesn’t? “Oh, men, they get called studs but we get called sluts!” is the battlecry I hear most often. Which is hilarious, because very few women respect Paris Hilton, Anna Nicole Smith, or [insert popular slut]. They roll their eyes, gnash their teeth, and get pissed when we think they’re hot. They’re not really, but they look confident in their sexiness. And by the way, you do give us funny looks if our numbers are too high, ladies. Just like we will you, except we’re not so desperate we’ll take sloppy thirties.
Oh, and if you all don’t think you’re judgmental? “Worst Dressed, Best Dressed” is a column in almost every single one of your magazines.