Man,
I don’t understand you. But then again, do you really even understand yourself?
Why is it when you get sick, you turn into the biggest baby around, demanding our attention like a puppy, pleading with us to take care of you like we’re your mother and then wanting nothing more than the love and affection we can only give ourselves?
We woman know how to be strong. We were built to take care of children, having them loll on our boobs for hours each day shortly after giving birth, which I have heard is a bitch to get through. We then take on all the household chores, keeping it neat and tidy for you, while most of us even work 40-50 hours a week jobs. We do all this . . .
We’re demanded to be tough as nails at work, yet comforting enough so that we don’t lose our clients. We are asked to go beyond our job descriptions and take on many tasks. We are looked down upon just because of our sex, yet somehow we still survive.
We are the stronger sex. If evolution really were about the survival of the fittest and we were asexual, the whole world would be ruled by women. You men would be depleted like water to a thirsty kid after a soccer game. No three strikes and you’re out. Total world domination would take place in the blink of an eye.
We are beautiful, yet can be ugly if the situation calls for it. We know when to push buttons in order for things to get done, but we also know when to be as gentle as a spring breeze, allowing our emotional side to take over for once.
We bear your children, look after them for the following years in which nurture is involved, and somehow still get blamed for all the bad things in life. PMS is what they say. No; I think instead we are just strong individuals who know they should be standing above you but instead choose to stand beside you.
That is how much we love you.
But still, why are you all pussies?
