There was an article written by some feminist (link here: https://www.unilad.co.uk/funny/single-woman-turns-tables-on-men-and-sends-them-unsolicited-pictures-of-her-vagina/) who, like all women dating online, apparently, was disgusted by men sending her pictures of their penises, so she decided to turn the tables on the men and send them pictures of her vagina. Actually, it wasn’t her vagina, because, you know, women lie.
Anyway, the idiotic harpy was surprised to find that the men liked it. Somehow, having a woman send them a photo of a naked vagina didn’t upset men. In fact, they really really liked it.
The reason is simple: men like women, but women don’t like men. Seriously, just the sight of a naked woman will cause a man’s serotonin levels soaring and make him feel … happy.
A woman sees a naked man and she gets disgusted and angry.
Women call men liking women “objectifying” them. Because if men hadn’t thought of them as something nice, the women wouldn’t be “objects,” they’d be … something else?
Yes, women are that awful. Men like women, but women only like men who can do what the women want them to do. Or, as my loving wife says, “the man we choose.”
Looking at the woman’s article, I kept wondering what a woman would think of a man who had such a complete lack of understanding about women. Women choose to remain completely clueless about men, and why shouldn’t they? It’s not like they are interested in men or something, outside of what men can do for them. Basically, women are greedy, selfish swine, which is why so many of them are overweight.
There are three scenes from movies that, to me, epitomize men’s relations with women perfectly. Two of them, of course, are from W.C. Fields.
In The Man On The Flying Trapeze, his character, Ambrose J. Wolfinger, sits down to breakfast only to find that there is nothing left to eat but cold toast. His daughter asks, “Is your toast hot, dad?” He replies, “No, it’s cold. It’s all right. I’ve been eating cold toast for seven years now. I like it.” One of the most succinct pictures of married life ever put on celluloid.
Then there’s the scene in You’re Telling Me where W.C. Fields is going home to his angry menopausal wife (yes, I can vouch, they’re very angry) and his friend suggests, “Why not get your wife a pet? Women are crazy about pets.” To which W.C. replies, “They’re just crazy. Pets have nothing to do with it.”
Then there’s the sort of two-shot (two scenes) in the movie Happiness. Ben Gazzara plays a man in his early 60s who is obviously worried about his longevity. His doctor assures him, “You’re fine. Just avoid salt and you should live for a long long time.”
Later, in the second shot, we see Ben Gazzara sitting down to dinner with his awful wife and worse daughters, and after looking around the table, he reaches for the salt and liberally salts his food.
Like the old saw says, why do men die earlier than their wives? They want to.