Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Squeal! Pick Me!
Not too long ago, as everyone knows, Kim du Toit had written an essay about how some males in this society are becoming, (or already are), quite the little whipped boys. I agreed with his post. Too many people misunderstood what he was saying and the people who agreed with him.
Now today, on the flip side, Helen of Everyday Stranger had an interesting discussion with her Best Friend about an article in a Men’s Magazine describing the “Perfect Wife Material”. (Get your bucket ready)
It stated:
-Good wives are interested in being good moms -Good wives have that sex trigger that you just want to keep pulling -Good wives drive like guys. Driving is a great measure of competency -Good wives have a sense of humor (or they wouldn't have considered you!) -Good wives are not being treated on an outpatient basis for anything
Give me a fucking break. Helen, you aren’t the only one who wishes to vomit at this point.
Not all females wish to have kids, you get the sex as good as you give, I’ve known PLENTY of guys who can’t drive for shit, that humor comment-lovely condascending fucking statement there...(or they wouldn’t have picked you...oh ho ho ho!), and as Helen points out, so “in sickness and in health” is out. Apparently you’re only worthy if you’re as healthy as a horse at all times. Maybe they should put us up on an auction block after checking our teeth and hair.
Oh! Giggle! I want like, world peace, and to help the elderly, teach tiny children, bake cookies, have TONS of kids...I’ve had the perfect life, never been mad or upset about anything EVER! I don’t pass gas, belch or spit! I bake a mean apple cobbler, I keep my house...oops, giggle, I mean my man’s castle, neat and orderly at all times, have his dinner on the table when he comes home while I wait on him hand and foot wearing my French Maid’s outfit. ::flips dyed blonde hair and adjusts breast implants to show more cleavage:: giggle!
And like, I also know my ABC’s, how to fill the car with gas and I get a weekly allowance from my man and I never go over budget or ask for more money.
Oh, giggle, and I LOVE it when he buys me blenders and other assorted household appliances for my birthday...when he remembers my birthday. Course, giggle, I never say anything when he forgets because I know I’m damn lucky to have him in my life in the first place. Tee hee!
SIGH!
It’s times like these I am glad I’m single!
Guys that buy into that should just get themselves a maid and a blow up doll. Leave the REAL women to be with real men.
Now, get over there and watch Helen rip that bullshit to shreds.
In the end it’s about men being men and women being women and RESPECTING each other and our differences.
