An open letter to straight men...
Dear boys,
There times when I think I understand you.
On the surface, it's very "hey, look -- boobs!"
And there are things we women types tend to recognize, like your reluctance to talk about feelings (some of us also despise it), your obvious confusion over the importance of shoes and personal hgyiene. Or the way few of you understand that scent is a big thing for women.
And we understand that deep down, many of you are complex, empathetic creatures. And others of your sex have madonna-whore complexes (or other serious mother issues) big enough to dam the Atlantic.
But however sometimes confusing and mystifying we women are, it sometimes dawns on me that I have no idea what you're thinking.
You couldn't be so painfully simple as portrayed. How else could we females spend so much time dissecting our relationships? Wondering about what sits beneath the surface? Because however much women are accused of playing games -- well, my experience is that men are far more involved in playing the game and making it as difficult as possible. Or walking away altogether with nary a backward glance.
I'll admit you have me stumped, boys. Sometimes I just don't get you. And to tell the truth, it really annoys the hell outta me when so many of you torture my friends.
It's vexing, really. So quit it.
Play nice.
love,
me
There times when I think I understand you.
On the surface, it's very "hey, look -- boobs!"
And there are things we women types tend to recognize, like your reluctance to talk about feelings (some of us also despise it), your obvious confusion over the importance of shoes and personal hgyiene. Or the way few of you understand that scent is a big thing for women.
And we understand that deep down, many of you are complex, empathetic creatures. And others of your sex have madonna-whore complexes (or other serious mother issues) big enough to dam the Atlantic.
But however sometimes confusing and mystifying we women are, it sometimes dawns on me that I have no idea what you're thinking.
You couldn't be so painfully simple as portrayed. How else could we females spend so much time dissecting our relationships? Wondering about what sits beneath the surface? Because however much women are accused of playing games -- well, my experience is that men are far more involved in playing the game and making it as difficult as possible. Or walking away altogether with nary a backward glance.
I'll admit you have me stumped, boys. Sometimes I just don't get you. And to tell the truth, it really annoys the hell outta me when so many of you torture my friends.
It's vexing, really. So quit it.
Play nice.
love,
me
posted by /hg | 12:12 p.m.
2 Comments:
You've got it all wrong. Women always think that there must be more to men than "hey, look - boobs!", but there isn't.
You see, I thought was the case!
But then I thought, "if it's really that simple, why are we perpetually confused?"
I suspect the problem comes after we show the men our boobs and they've become bored...
Because there are always new boobs.
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