Men Are Pigs

You know what I’m sick of?  Men drooling over hot ladies in skimpy clothing.  The Man is a gamer, and it’s ridiculous how many of the female characters look like under-dressed Barbies.  I mean, it’s not like men honestly play Tomb Raider for the quests.

Those long, curvy quests you just get lost in...

 As women we have higher standards, especially in entertainment.  Men will only watch movies with us if they get a little T&A, but we’re in it for the plot.

The second GI Joe movie’s plot, for example.  It was a great movie about…um…uh…hm.

So what gives?  Maybe it’s due to the fact that men are being exposed to pornography at younger and younger ages, while women focus on more wholesome things, like reading.

Some of the thought-provoking literature women love so much

Whatever the reason, it’s frustrating.  The Man is bombarded at every side by pictures and videos of women so much hotter than me, and it scares me that he’s going to hold me to that higher standard that I can never achieve.

Like how beautiful Ryan Reynold’s wife Blake Lively is

It’s not only the higher standard of beauty he might hold me to though; it’s also the actions of the women he sees in entertainment.  Lewd films aside, in entertainment there are still PLENTY of examples of subservient women who have no personality and no depth of character; just a fervent desire to please the man in their life.  I mean sure, Hollywood tries to pass them off as multi-dimensional, but if we really look at them closely, all leading ladies are pretty much flawless in the looks department and just desperate for a man to complete their meaningless lives.  There’s no standard like that for men.  Men in Hollywood can look however they want, act however they want, and wooing is practically a lost art.  We don’t expect nearly as much from them as they do from us.

For example, the men in these movies are totally unromantic chumps; just like the average husband

I’ve decided the only alternative is to buy The Man blinders, monitor his every move, call him out when he glances at girls prettier than me, and cover his eyes when we’re watching a movie and a woman dressed any more scandalous than a pilgrim shows up on screen.  I’ll have to strip away that trust I have in his love for me and MAKE SURE he has no other options but me.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some blinders to buy.