Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Hey, My Scrotum's Right Where I Left It!

Holy shneikes, even Adam Corolla's chiming in.

You don’t want us to fight. You don’t want us to pay the bills. You don’t want us to open the car door and pull out the chairs. So guess what? We’re going to play Nintendo and watch our YouPorn. We can hop on the computer and stay busy for the next several years.
Millions of versions of this have hit teh intertubes since Kay Hymowitz put out the first male-bashing book that tenatively suggested that women might do that too much. And it's not as though I disagree with it. But sitting on our fat asses collecting pizza weight and spyware actually is a problem. And complaining that women are just too damn mean and scary actually isn't the solution.

If we think that our society needs some manliness, we need to sack up and pay the cost of being men. Of earning it. Of looking at our lives and ourselves with the flinty eye that our grandfathers employed as a matter of course. And of telling our girlfriends and wives that what we are and what we do matter, and we'll take our share of respect for it, thank you very much.

Otherwise, why shouldn't the ovarians win?

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