Grumpy

**DISLCAIMER** Advance apologies to my male readers (in fact, if you're male you might not wanna read this). If you proceed to read this post, well, you've been duly warned. I'm in a very foul mood and it's because of a man, and I'm thus feeling quite vindictive. My mouth has become accordingly fouler.

< bitter rant >

I'm pissed off. A boy has ruined my weekend. Ruined. I don't want to talk about it. But I'm mad. So I'm in a very anti-boy mood. Then I went and read the May issue of GQ, which has an article in it about men keeping secrets in relationships. Don't ask me why GQ runs articles telling men why they're fucked up -- I mean, you would think, or hope, they could figure that out on their own. But I was interested to read it, anyway. I read it and I was disappointed. Rather than providing any real depth or insight into the male psyche, which it starts off by describing as "complicated" (this intrigued me, since women's mags and even men themselves always portray men as simple, which I've never believed), it instead proceeds to point out that there's some magical inexplicable difference between men and women that drives men to need more out of life, so therefore we're all better off if men just get what they want. Because, you know, the world needs more apologists for men's shortcomings. Not that women don't have shortcomings, but we're trained from age zero to despise ourselves for our shortcomings and then hide those shortcomings so that some man, someday, might find it in his heart to think that he loves us, as long as we're careful and to never let on how unworthy we are. I'm not kidding here. Men have no clue about the fucked-up shit women are socialized to believe about themselves. And meanwhile you have people like Boy I'm Pissed At, who manage to float through life selfishly hurting women and acting as though they've done nothing wrong, and Assface the GQ writer who claims that we're all better off if we just continue to allow men to misbehave. Because that's really what women want anyway. Seriously, if women didn't want men to lie to them they wouldn't let them. So you see, it's all women's fault. Clearly.

That's it. I'm going lesbian now. I mean real lesbian, not hot lesbian. No making out in front of men, and I might even gain weight and cut my hair short, just to spite them. I am SO FUCKING SICK of all of this male bullshit. On top of being total asswipes, they even get to run the world. This is some kind of cosmic joke. It really must be.

< /bitter rant >

As a corollary to the above post, I've decided that Bar/Bri is PMS on steroids. I don't think I usually get this upset over run-of-the-mill clueless stupidity. It's not Bar/Bri itself that I'm stressed out about, but it somehow gets under my skin and makes everything else in life seem a hundred times worse. Yup. That's my excuse.

So, of course, instead of actually doing work, I think I'm going to watch a movie that will make me cry. Get it out of my system and all that jazz. Sigh.