men beware

I read a rather tragic forward written by some dude who honestly believed that he had cracked the one elusive, eternal, enigmatic mystery that plagues mankind - the operative word being 'man'. The poor deluded soul was convinced that he had the answer to the question Mel Gibson asked so eloquently when he did an entire full-length movie, "what do women want?".

And to take his vanity trip further, he compiled an e-dossier and sent it around the friggin' globe so that "you guys could benefit from the findings of the research", Well, his words. BTW, everything he said in there was supposed to be believable because he ended the literature with, "we don't have to call up girls anymore. They call us 'cos they actually like our company". That is about as believable as one of my girlfriends was when she said, "he is in love with me", alluding to a chappie who had asked her out an entire 15 minutes after she told him that she felt wretched about never having been kissed.

Anyhoo, the point to the whole deal is this, we will never know what the opposite sex wants, we are equally clueless about "what men want". I don't know if the world would have been a happier place if we did, but I do know that it would have been infinetely less interesting.

Helen Reddy, Meredith Brooks, Cyndi Lauper and perhaps even Shania Twain got it right with their music making quasi-anthems along the way - a power trip for the women, which when taken with a pinch of salt translates into 'a giant leap for mankind', this time there is no operative word.

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Current Music: Meredith Brooks