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When you conclude “If women are saying, ‘Everybody into the sandbox,’ dudes will be only too happy to grab our pails,” I think you hit the nail on the head.
It’s timeless wisdom that everything men do is to get girls (or to be allowed to earn enough money to get the girls).
When I clicked on the link to the kindergarten story I thought, “Yeah I might hit that.” So what if I have to pretend for 60 minutes it’s not insane.
It’s always “how can I get the girls” for us. Why else would an auditorium of male pro athletes paste a “you’re right… she’s very brave” look on their face at the ESPYs. (I can’t be the only one who flashed back to those Uncle Milty as Auntie Mildred bits.)
But I know better than to make that crack in mixed company.
Funny article. I’ve always noted the way adults of all ages refer to their significant others as “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” as if they were teenagers. Blechh.
As far as Idiocracy goes, who’s the president celebrated and elected by dumb people for his abs or chest, or whatever it was that excited them about the picture of Obama emerging from the water like a jug-eared mermaid? He’s the one who reminds me of the Idiocracy prez, more so every day.