Oft radioactive hot or grotesque beyond belief.
Too knavish for words, or too smart to be defined by them.
A romantic by the day, and the next; heartbreaker.
The source of all one's happiness or the cause of all the grief.
Tell me, what is it with men?- William Shakespeare (if he was gay)
I'm aware that people will one day read this and be in possession of a Y-chromosome. Perhaps seconds later they will express their indignation at potential sexism. Maybe even convey it through a poem or a letter (although a telegram would make me smile). For why is it that I must so judge the male species so harshly?
'Tis love that infuriates me so much and fuels my on/off hatred of men.The most fickle and complex of emotions drives me to new heights of resentment or ecstasy; however his exploits affect me. And his exploits reflect poorly or brilliantly upon the other males in the universe.
At any given one of the womanly conferences I have with fellow heterosexual women, we may pause our discussion to berate our significant other. This ultimately culminates into a mass speech about the poor qualities and actions of said significant other. Perhaps then one woman mumbles a quality of someone else's heterosexual male partner that she thinks is rather good.
She doesn't leave the room without a blow to the head and a torrent of verbal abuse.
Now, I must mention that to be fair, both of the sexes are oxymorons. Men are both wonderful and stupid. Women are both beautiful and frightful. This is true, because as a female representative, I find myself often scared of myself or the other women around me. I am also trapped in a daze at the sight of select few male specimens, but then repelled by the insanity that they say/do/fail to say/fail to do.
Biology traps us to be confined in an infinite loop of masculine madness/brilliance or feminine wonder/terror and to live life as an oxymoron. Basic understanding of how this biology works ensures that we are still oxymorons, but ones who live in an understanding of the opposite gender.
Is tolerance not better than sexist assumptions?
Too knavish for words, or too smart to be defined by them.
A romantic by the day, and the next; heartbreaker.
The source of all one's happiness or the cause of all the grief.
Tell me, what is it with men?- William Shakespeare (if he was gay)
I'm aware that people will one day read this and be in possession of a Y-chromosome. Perhaps seconds later they will express their indignation at potential sexism. Maybe even convey it through a poem or a letter (although a telegram would make me smile). For why is it that I must so judge the male species so harshly?
'Tis love that infuriates me so much and fuels my on/off hatred of men.The most fickle and complex of emotions drives me to new heights of resentment or ecstasy; however his exploits affect me. And his exploits reflect poorly or brilliantly upon the other males in the universe.
At any given one of the womanly conferences I have with fellow heterosexual women, we may pause our discussion to berate our significant other. This ultimately culminates into a mass speech about the poor qualities and actions of said significant other. Perhaps then one woman mumbles a quality of someone else's heterosexual male partner that she thinks is rather good.
She doesn't leave the room without a blow to the head and a torrent of verbal abuse.
Now, I must mention that to be fair, both of the sexes are oxymorons. Men are both wonderful and stupid. Women are both beautiful and frightful. This is true, because as a female representative, I find myself often scared of myself or the other women around me. I am also trapped in a daze at the sight of select few male specimens, but then repelled by the insanity that they say/do/fail to say/fail to do.
Biology traps us to be confined in an infinite loop of masculine madness/brilliance or feminine wonder/terror and to live life as an oxymoron. Basic understanding of how this biology works ensures that we are still oxymorons, but ones who live in an understanding of the opposite gender.
Is tolerance not better than sexist assumptions?
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