Exactly. Also, being an asshole. Cats love being assholes.

Isn't a big part of the appeal the warmth of the laptop and the clickety-wiggly of attackable typing fingers? You're not going to find those things inside the table.

The text on the website is so beautiful in it's poor translation.

Did you actually read the article or did you just read the headline and skip down to make this comment? I mean, not to discount your opinion, but this article isn't ripping men for anything. It's making fun of a cray study on a craaaaaayyy website and that's pretty much it. Thanks for your comment!

I don't know if I'm more disappointed or relieved.

I got as far as "Kawaii" (:07) and had to stop it because I was embarrassed.

This is endlessly entertaining to me. On top of everything else, Avril has absolutely NO style. She has no groove whatsoever — she looks like a grandma trying to rock out. (She looks like me when I'm dancing at home and no one can see me.) Horrible.

It takes Gwen Stefani's objectifying and appropriative Harajuku Girls shtick, adds a generous dash of Skrillex and also a Chad Kroeger co-writing credit.

I watched 19 seconds and had to stop. I feel like that was less mature than Sk8er Boi (I think that's what it was called?) which was like 12 years ago.

The night I met my now-husband, he learned I was from New Jersey and tried to impress me by telling me he had a Camaro. Sorry dude, I'm not that kind of Jersey girl. Fast forward ten years, and we're working on the Camaro together, ripping it apart and making it into a purpose-built race car. Working on our cars and…

Let me tell you a story: A guy marries his longtime girlfriend. Shortly after marriage, she finds him in the garage cleaning his beloved E-type and says: "Now that we're married, I think you should sell that thing and get something more sensible." Long pause. Then he says: "You know, for a minute there, you sounded…

I went out on a date once with a guy whose car was really, really loud. He was visibly upset when I asked why without seeming totally impressed.

Damn you.

The woman who bases her decision whether to fuck a guy entirely on what kind of car he owns is a figment of the male-run-media's imagination.

Because those are already called BMWs.

Recommended your post mainly for your spot-on comment about sticks vs automatics. People, if you can't drive stick, you don't need a high-performance sports car. If you are that into the idea of getting one, well then surely you can take the time to learn stick.

You can't get it on in that car. This is the babymaker right here

Well, here's the thing. I was raised by a guy who raced motorcycles. I grew up at the racetrack, around bikers and gearheads and things motorized. I was taken to car shows because I thought they were fun. I really like cars and I like to drive the fuck out of a good car. I have dated more than one guy for his car —…

...women are kind of "meh" about so-called "pussy magnet" mobiles.

Unless you let me drive your sexy or very fast car I give zero fucks. Hell, I`ll just buy one myself as that kind of guy will NEVER hand over the keys!