Why I hate being a guy
Let’s face it: men are not the towering pillars of civilisation they once were. Our time has come and gone. Frankly, I don’t mind. I’ve never liked being a guy. The endless guilt trips and that all-consuming thought of sex has got me wishing I was anything BUT a guy.
Their delicate spot is right between their legs
Ironic, isn’t it? Both physically and mentally, our most fragile spot is slotted right between our thighs. We are so painfully aware of this fact that you see some us holding our hands in front of our crotch while we wait for taxis, unconsciously shielding ourselves from an attack upon the very thread from which our sanity hangs.
Physically, you know that our jewels do not take to disturbing caresses very well. This wouldn’t be so bad in itself, except that why does it have to be right next to our most precious utility! I consider it an aberration of nature which I hope will resolve itself over the next sixty million years or so.
Where are the Men’s Nights?
I enjoy clubbing, I really do. The feverish excitement of sweat and perfume mingled with body heat and flashing light always gets me going. But I’ve always wondered this: where are the men’s nights? At the clubs, at the the movies and at the theme parks, Ladies’ Night’s are many with plenty in between. Some even offer ladies’ nights every weekday, provided that they stick to a dress code. But men? Where’s the love, huh? We can’t even get an hour a week to stroke our egos and feel appreciated!
Men are the weaker sex
Women should know better than to doubt the wisdom behind this. The life ambition of man is as follows:
- Find woman
- Have sex
- Repeat steps
I have a stunning girlfriend. And yet, should I be out with her, I can’t help ‘checking out’ other, less attractive women. I don’t know why! Is this that ‘to-sow-his-wild-oats’ theory? What gives?!
Men love ‘stuff’ more than they do themselves
There are only two things I readily spend my money on: music and computers. The only time I get clothes and/or shoes are in wrappers at Christmas and on my birthday. I can’t bring myself to buy something personal no matter how hard I try.
And women wonder why men seem so dull after a while….
Men can’t have babies
If it weren’t for this very important fact, I believe that men and women could live quite comfortably on different continents of the world without mingling. We’d never fight again. It’s not that I wish we didn’t need women to procreate (I’d never say that!). But I would at least appreciate the option of being able to father a child without a woman.
Men never smell good
Phew! Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think men smell too good. We never have, and in all probability, we never will. But why not? I’ve tried to follow my girlfriend’s regimen of body care and odour-beating defences, but they don’t work on me. Within the hour, I smell like something the dog dragged out of the garbage, whilst her perfume still lingers in the air when she walks by.
Why this fundamental biological disadvantage has been accorded to us, I don’t know. What I do know is that I’ve got to go have a bath.
Men can’t prove their chastity
I once met this hot girl that I wanted to lay, who said she would only surrender to a ‘pure’ guy. I pledged eternal devotion, and swore I was a virgin. She didn’t buy it. But I was, I swear I had never been with another woman before her.
How does a man prove to a girl that he’s never done it? You can’t!
Sexist or gentleman?
There is a fine, grey, sparsely dotted line that separates the gentleman from the sexist. On some days, opening a door for a lady will get you an appreciative smile. On others, a curt “I can do it myself” glare. And girls wonder where all the knights have gone! No wonder we’re all mucking about, mixing up lust and love and getting nowhere in our relationships: we can’t even figure out if offering to carry your luggage is chauvinistic or chivalrous.
Men don’t live long enough
Of the two predominant species of humankind on earth, guys have the shorter life span. Blame it on our lifestyles, the food we eat, our lack of exercise, the beer, whatever. The fact is that we don’t stick around long enough to enjoy a lot of stuff. And if we do, it’s usually a miserable existence of a slow, prolonged death anyway. I wish we had more time.
Men can’t win arguments
Unfortunately, there is only one other species on earth we can converse with, and those conversations frequently end up in tears. Care to argue? Yes, I thought you’d want to.
I’m off to take that bath now.
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