I am a woman trapped in a man's body.At least, that is what one might think when comparing me with conventional notions of manhood. Consider the following:
- Cars: don't know a damn thing about them, don't give a damn about them.
- Handiness: I am better at breaking things than fixing them, and I do not have the patience or interest to learn any better.
- Action movies: if they don't have a point (e.g. The Fast & the Furious), then I'm not wasting my time or money watching them.
- Golf, Hunting, & Fishing: not the slightest interest in doing or talking about any of these things...would rather watch paint dry or get a root canal.
- Weightlifting: I lift, but I have no time for posers at the gym who grunt, flex, and sit on their asses all day while others are waiting for the equipment.
- Bars: Again, too many posers strutting their stuff and acting like total dickheads because they think it pleases the ladies.
In my defense, I do love mainstream sports and the outdoors; I hate shopping and utterly lack fashion sense; and I pee standing up. But that's not the point. The issue here is what constitutes manliness. Testosterone trips do not make one a man. They are for posers who mentally masturbate to their own wannabe manliness. A man is not a man because he is a meathead. A man is a man if he is comfortable with who he is, if he commands respect and treats others with the same. As Forrest Gump might say, manliness is as manliness does.
So spare me your sausage fests and your circle jerks, dudes, because if you're here to walk and talk tough, then I'm not your man.
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