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Why Women Are Crabby
We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything
that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it
brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra
contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner).
Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone
crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular,
packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex
for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your
uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his
little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was
about.
Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers
>and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over
Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we
learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our
innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole
>and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment arrives, the
dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst right in the middle
of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all
the way to the ER.
Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please
stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10 )
good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the *****
(and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,
mushroom-headed 10 lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when
all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking,
jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
The teen years. Need I say more?
The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual
prime in our early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th
birthday.
Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all
womanhood. It's either take the HR.
or, sweat like a hog in July,
wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that
moves!
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men
get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the
woods without soaking their socks...
Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.
We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything
that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it
brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra
contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner).
Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone
crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular,
packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex
for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your
uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his
little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was
about.
Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers
>and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over
Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we
learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our
innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole
>and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment arrives, the
dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst right in the middle
of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all
the way to the ER.
Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please
stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10 )
good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the *****
(and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,
mushroom-headed 10 lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when
all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking,
jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
The teen years. Need I say more?
The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual
prime in our early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th
birthday.
Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all
womanhood. It's either take the HR.
or, sweat like a hog in July,
wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that
moves!
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men
get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the
woods without soaking their socks...
Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.
All that stuff don't make us crabby. Does it?
Thanks for the smiles!
Men and women have a few physiological differences but the idea of the weaker sex is yesterdays thinking. In fact, women are better with numbers than men, can be much cooler headed than (some) men, and even when pushed to the limits, women can handle certain situations much better than men.
I hate the idea of a "weaker sex." We just have slightly different strengths and weaknesses.
...castration isn't on my list of "top ten things to do before I die."
Oh, c'mon, Gone you know you want to :P
men have mtly too and yes they go thur chemical change - menopause too and more than likely - complyments of military and U.S who refuse to buy antidote - men will have protrait & unination dificulty and yeast on thier face and for arms and privates.
I felt like a freakin yoyo when I went though menopause.
menopause is just like its spelled: men-O-pause. followed by reclaiming our groove w/o fear,lol. someone has to teach all those young adult men.
Yeah, you might be "upset" about losing your hair, but it doesn't hurt, it doesn't screw with your hormones, etc. Telly Savales did pretty well without hair and so did Yul Brenner