Thursday, January 27, 2011

You've Come A Long Way, Baby (Or Was It Me?)

See, Ladies, you thought we were the bad blog - dissing you for your stupid behavior - when, in truth, we were the only friend you've got.

Shit, we're the only truth-tellers in town:
“Girl power” might have brought women and girls victories in academics and sports but, as a recent book out of the University of Texas reports, an unintended consequence of women’s success has given men a leg up in the game of love.

Based on research published in their new book,“Premarital Sex in America: How Young Americans Meet, Mate and Think About Marrying,” Mark Regnerus and Jeremy Uecker, sociologists from the University of Texas at Austin, have found that with women becoming more educated and professionally successful than ever, it has become extremely difficult for them to find a committed man.

Financially secure and with less incentive to marry, more and more young women are playing the field longer and lowering the value of women in general — leaving their sisters, (usually older and hearing the tick-tock of their biological clocks) out in the cold.
So there you are, Missy.

Honestly - no matter what you do or what you're earning - you've still done nothing more than reduce yourselves to a bunch of "worthless skanks" who are only good for one thing. If a man wants companionship, or (especially) someone we can trust, now we get a dog.

We don't need some stupid, whoring, perpetually "dissatisfied" NewAge bitch.

You can thank the ass-backwards mindfuck of feminism for that.

But hey - congratulations anyway:

Spending a lot of time working on any endeavor should result in an accomplishment of some kind.


  1. Me?

    I like women.

    A lot.

  2. Who doesn't? But do you care about them? Enough to tell them when they're wrong, like you would a guy?

    And then comes the question of men - would you sell us out for a woman? How about for women?

    You said you like women - a lot - is that more than you like yourself?

  3. Keep thinking that way, Crack, my friend, and it's only a matter of time before you put on your camo fatigues, crash your pickup through the plate-glass window of a McDonalds, and start blasting anything that moves.


    I try to get along.

    But I'm weak.

    I admit it.