Well, the whole deal is a little more complicated that what you've said. It would be nice to see the genders have more mutual respect, but some things have gotten in the way. The first is that there really ARE people who are doing all they CAN to make females feel exactly like you said-- enraged, put down, un appreciated, abused, and full of propoganda.

The flip side is that men really ARE treating women worse than ever. A woman's chance of being raped in her lifetime? About one in four. Her chance of having a man beat the hell out of her in a domestic violence incident? About one in five. Add in molestation stats and stalking statistics. Then add on in to the mix the forcible prostitution, sex trades, snuff flicks, porno industry (where you have dead girls in suicides like Shauna Grant, Megan Leigh, Savanna, and Alex Jordan) and sexual harrassment on the job. Then add in the glass ceiling-- where women often find their careers at a standstill because no one male in Company B thinks they 'have the right stuff' to run a division. My mom was in banking for 35 years-- if she'd have been a man she'd have BEEN a bank president; she had to settle with less because

that is JUST THE WAY IT IS FOR A WOMAN.

And it ain't only the hens that are gettin' fat, dude. Take a look around-- lotsa guys are fat, too. Plenty uh country boys gotta big ole belly hangin' over the belt, if'n you ain't been accountin' fer it.

We're actually becoming a NATION of fat plucks.

And "greedy gold diggin' whores"...? That game is as old as the hills, and guys play a different one. It's the 'yes I will still respect you in the morning, so please let me undo your pants' game. It is interesting that you have already discovered the GRAVY TRAIN THEORY though, at such an age-- it simply says that as soon as you cain't afford her? She finds a way to get on down the line. Wanna see how much she loves you? TELL HER YOU ARE BROKE.

Sometimes they leave rubber in reverse out the driveway.

Like the scene in St. Elmo's Fire where the hooker approaches Andrew McCarthy, and lets him know a few things after he tells her that he never pays for sex. "Oh, you think you don't pay? You get a little wife or girlfriend? Oh...you pay! But then... you don't know if you gohn git it. Now with Naomi? You pay... and you GET IT. You get it Goooooooood."

Some guy once asked me at work if yer payin' for it. I told him you are payin' for it right from the first ice cream cone that goes in her mouth, while you are sitting across from her imaginin' somethin' else goin' in that mouth. You pay right from the start, bay-beh.

Atleast be Friedrich Nietzsche's superman enough to SEE it.

See it for what it is. Why delude yourself with Spinoza's version when you can hear the marquis' version? Get into a bacchanalian blast where the emphasis is on the wine, and take whomever along for the ride as whom will come. A temptation not realized is but a stone's throw from the grave, and the law of unintended results verse 14 is the girl you tried to play the southern gentleman with.... devoid of both exertion and outcome, overwhelmed with self sympathy, and thought of no more.

Better a saracen pirate with a slut than a lonely poet with a pen.

Never let the weak minded fools determine your destiny among them.

Damn the torpedoes-- FULL SPEED AHEAD.

If ya got a dime to spend it on? A woman is just as good as all the other options. And who knows? Maybe you too can be a knight among fools, the rogue who came in from the storm....

jes put the blues into every song, the back into every pull of the oar, and one more drink of the stuff ain't gonna hurt nobody...

if yer lookin' for enlightenment, ain't nuthin' here amid the portaits on the wall, son. Dead painters paint women and girls all the time, and end up just as dead as those ya drive by in cemeteries. The secret of figuring out the best of what can be a woman is in livin' long enough to see an age go by, and a few of them go bye bye....

ain't no Mona Lisa yet that didn't have a bad hair day.

Jes be glad she CARED ENOUGH to have that day, and walkin' alone has its own nirvana that few will ever know; but try the last dance before the last call with all due effort and expectation; the realization that the medal for first place don't getcha nuthin' at the pawn shop will be balanced by the crowd's appreciative applause.

Yes, you too... can be a Renaissance Man, cash lite on a Saturday Nite.

But if'n you decide to cut the cake? Do it for a lifetime-- atleast that way you and mamma can sit and watch TV, and be able to complain together.....

and know that yer right about it ALL. RIGHT ABOUT IT ALL.

I usually just slip them some GHB in their margarita. But that's just me. We probably go for different types.
~m.

Just kidding!

Charm is a valuable asset. Some people have it, some don't. Some men are lonely and some aren't. Money helps with women, but I've seen a charming, nearly destitute man do better than one of wealth.

Regardless, this person isn't as free as he thinks if he has issues with the opposite sex.

I guess I can't relate to this guy. If he's angry with a woman who was his superior, perhaps he should find a field that employs men for the most part.

A large percentage of people work at places they hate. I'm lucky enough to work in an environment I enjoy.

If one is unhappy with their vocation, he or she should choose another. Otherwise, these miserable people become detrimental to themselves as well as others.

Here you make two absurd assumptions: (1) All men are sexually repelled by overweight women. (2) No one can ever lose weight.