I hate society sometimes. After I read that original quote, the fantasy scenario that formed in my head was of the girl punching the guy in the face with such brute strength that he was knocked clear across the room, and then she stomps over toward his limp body and says something smart-alecky like, “I have three things to tell you. No. Thanks. And… my fist said the rest.”
Although I clearly watch too muchBuffy the Vampire Slayer, my point is that once the woman rises up — whether or not she fights back with slayer strength — the man is put in a subordinate position and most men deal very badly with that. As a male myself, I’ve never understood why most men are unable to deal with situations where they are rejected or, every once in a while, knocked on their asses by a seemingly innocuous female. In life, shit happens. Deal with it. Like a man — by which I mean, collect your pride. Pick your battles. Move on.
Men are like spiders. I hate spiders. No matter how much I know about them, my instinct is defensive. Spiders have all those legs and, yes, they can also infect you with venom — but usually only offensively. Otherwise, they are big ass ‘fraidy cats. A gust of wind sends them skittering away, eight legs and all.
Sarka, in response to this post.
