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Now on to the good stuff!
Have you seen this movie?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdxOLRVvIJY
This movie, that’s really not a movie more of a “See! This is what men have to put up with” documentary centered around a very extreme example of a woman who seemed to lack the ability to think rationally poor “chick logic”. It might have had a purpose but other than men just being tired of being the bad guy, I couldn’t tell you what it was. It didn’t serve to really solve a problem as much as it just let you know that the problem wasn’t the man’s fault.
In one scene, the chick in question goes on a ridiculous tirade which begins with her finding her husband’s underwear on the bathroom floor and ends with her taunting him into physically attacking her.
What. The. Fuck?
I don’t know that chick. And I know some crazy broads. But none of them are THAT crazy. However, it occurred to me that this “movie” is from the MAN’s P.O.V. and is therefore bound to be just a teensy weensy bit biased. But the reality is men think pretty much ALL women are crazy… Crazy, irrational, savage beasts who need to be dealt with carefully or tamed or hunted like prey and then stuffed like prizes on their mantles. That’s why they try to avoid confrontation as much as possible and agitation by repeatedly asking you to “calm down”. If you were in mauling range of a wild animal, you try to pacify it as best you could too!
But this “movie”… This movie… was terrible. Even more terrible was the fact that so men identified with it and so many women co-signed and claimed to “get it now”. As if somehow, listening to mid-size groups of men in barbershops and in front of comedy clubs, they’ve realized the error of their ways. Umm… No. That’s like saying men learn how to be better men from reading Terry McMillan novels. It ain’t gonna happen. Instead of co-signing, more people need to call bullshit on both ends, stop exaggerating and, instead of making sorry ass movies like this one, have more meaningful discussions with each other.
How you ask? I don’t know. Throw a motherfuckin’ dinner party or something. Get an ounce and smoke out your closest friends. You know, depending on your particular sensibilities.
Whatever you do, don’t watch any more bootleg, straight to DVD, independently released, barbershop distributed*, relationship themed “movies” looking for the answers to your relationship problems.
*This includes your local Wal-Mart as well.
