Every woman knows what I’m talking about. It’s the presumption that makes it hard, at times, for any woman in any field; that keeps women from speaking up and from being heard when they dare; that crushes young women into silence by indicating, the way harassment on the street does, that this is not their world. It trains us in self-doubt and self-limitation just as it exercises men’s unsupported overconfidence.
By God, if women had written stories,
As clerks had within here oratories,
They would have written of men more wickedness
Than all the mark of Adam may redress.
Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.
Guys are a lot like kitchen floors – lay ’em right the first time and you can walk all over them for years.
God is short of responsible men which explains why he said “who shall I send and who would go for us?
Men are like busses. I mean, you wait for ages and ages, and when one does finally come along you can’t get on. And that bit about them coming in threes, well, that’s just a myth.
Entering the front door, you were at once assailed by a nightmare of cheerlessness and squalor, all the sordid melancholy, at its worst, of any nest of bedrooms where only men sleep;
Moreover, in conversations with women, men do most of the talking (Haas,
1979), and despite hackneyed stereotypes about women being more talkative
than men, we’re apparently used to this pattern. When people listen to record-
ings of conversations, they think it’s more disrespectful and assertive for a
woman to interrupt a m~ than vice versa (Lafrance, 1992).
Men start off good and then the world makes them mean. The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death.
Macho does not prove mucho.