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threefiftyamonth... threefiftyamonth... threefiftyamonth
2006-08-29 : 1:31 pm

Disclaimer:

-The following entry is based solely on my experiences with the men with whom I have shared living situations.

-The following entry is IN NO WAY based on my experiences with men who I have or am currently dating, or men I consider friends who I haven't lived with.

-Though the following entry will question in detail why, while men seem to be able to age according to all typical developmental stages physically, they never seem to be able to get past the emotional level of a five year old, it should not be taken to mean that I think all men somehow find a way to exist despite a maturity level of pre-school aged children.

-Though the following entry will question, in detail, why a fully grown man can't seem to live his life without being coddled and babied and mothered by any woman who crosses his path every moment of every day, and why these fully grown men seem to think nothing of putting forth the blatant and entitled expectation that it is MY JOB to keep them entertained AT ALL TIMES and listen to every, goddamn word they have to say about every, goddamn topic they can possibly dream up, (including but not limited to: his hair, his bedroom arrangement, his latest joke, his cat, his new clothes, the most recent hilarious thing he said, his favorite television show {which has been more than adequately explained as something I've never seen}, the 5 girls he's sleeping with, the 5 girls he wants to sleep with, his family, and how hilarious he is) so that I'm hanging on to every syllable with bated breath, just waiting for the next one, each word more engaging and hilarious than the previous one, all while ignoring my OWN job, the one I get PAID to do, simply because a man needs to be able to constantly hear his own voice in order, presumably, to be reassured of his own genius, his very own existence, it should not be taken to mean that I think all men are this self-involved and infantile.

-Though in this entry I may discuss how one man might talk at me incessantly for an hour and a half while I am expected to sit enraptured, and then when I have something to say he will ignore me completely because my words are dumb and unimportant (and, frankly, not his) I certainly have not had that experience with all men.

-The following entry may possibly be construed by some/all of you as "male bashing."

-Get over it, I'm not talking about you.

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