Girl, I don’t care if your fragile little heart has been broken a thousand times and over, you have no right to say that. There is no way you have met every single man on the face of this planet, thus there is no way you would know this for sure. Maybe I’m being just a little bit stupid because I don’t indulge myself in relationships very often (or ever), but you still have no excuse for creating such a generalization. While many cases have sprung up during which a boy was a playuh and dated fifty young things with long legs (that makes me think of lambs but apparently this is not the case for all so I will go ahead and integrate this cliché into this tirade anyhow), there still are some nice guys scattered around here and there. So don’t belie the male population with your little whines and hisses and tears and bitch fits, please and thank you.
Because really? Accusing all guys of being insolent careless jerks gives them the right to call us ladies overly emotional and weak in return. Sobbing into the telephone while telling your best friend that the bastardly actions of your latest ex is total evidence for every other girl’s Theory of Males (aka guys can’t commit, all sweet girls date the assholes, yadeyadiyada) is only more proof that we just might be what people say we are: weak. And we’re fucking not. Just like how they aren’t what we say they are. You can cry, you can hurt, you can eat a bowl of chocolate chip ice cream while reading GMH (or FML, if you’re into that shit when you’re depressed), but write about how all guys, every. single. fucking. boy., are assholes and you’re pretty much asking for one of those assholes to come your way.
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