I thought it was because Women were superior that I did not like men. Then I thought it was because men are really fucking stupid that I did not like them. Then I pondered that it might be because I romanticized women to such a degree that men just appeared as smegma on the great penis of life; how could I like men if that was how I saw them?
True, I did once posit that men were women’s big mistake. . .an experiment gone hideously wrong. Thats when I discovered that women would not be so careless as to create something so half thought out.
I watched a middle aged man drive his 4×4 “Oh My God I’ve Got a Monster Dick” Dodge Ram. It was raining but he wore wrap around sunglasses and leaned nonchalantly on his open window and drove one handed. Slowly I crept alongside his monster truck in my 18.3×23 Mazda 3. I looked up at him and smiled and delivered a time honoured male nod.
(The nod is a barely discernible incline of the head toward an intended recipient and can mean all a manner of manly things of which the recipient will instantly understand.)
He looked away too manly to return a similar facial contortion or nod. We stopped at the lights and I could hear country music gurgling away. I popped in a CD cranked it up loud. It was, I agree, something of a simple pleasure to see, out the corner of my eye, him jump as Beethoven’s seventh, fourth movement, pound its famous opening.
This is when I realised that all men are facades all image designed to irritate the crap out of me. I should learn to live with it. Women, my heroes, have been doing just that for aeons.
They are still dickheads though.