sandrilene
Sandrilene
sandrilene

I can't believe the internet has been lying to me all these years!

If I pee in the shower, I have to clear out the bath toys and all the glowsticks from my three year old's bath, first. It's actually EASIER for me to pee where I was trained to at age 18 months.

paternal "angry for the women" thing

First: the "looking to find a bad boy and change them" is classic MRA/Nice Guy speak.

I love how you are arguing that we should find men who are competent at cleaning and who are respectful to women by being incredibly disrespectful and dismissive. High school aside— the reason so many high school sweetheart marriages end in divorce is because high schoolers don't have decent judgement yet and date the

True, but I think you'd be surprised at how many genuinely good guys act like this. It seems to me that you think men that act like this are all 'bad boys' and it's just not true at all. In fact, the 'bad boys' I've known over the years are pretty good housekeepers and cooks...they have to be to get women interested

No, I think I got you pegged pretty well. And you chose the perfect word there, at least almost. Yes. I do believe posturing is the right word. Your blather is just so much posturing.

I read this and your every response in a patronizing tone of voice with a faux-concerned head tilt because that is exactly how I envision you delivering it.

"Those skills aren't valued by women"? High school girls are GIRLS and a woman married you, didn't she?

I'm sorry, have you been here before? You are going to get so flamed with the stuff you are saying I can practically read the responses in front of my eyes as I read your comment. You are pushing in to Nice Guy (TM) territory and you are about to have your ass handed to you.

Oh, come on, dude. COME ON.

I was so with you until line 5.

a popular solution often issued to deal with the problem of men not cleaning is that women should simply clean less.

Ah yes, the "you should be flattered" talk. I remember being mistaken for a hooker on the Vegas strip. It's a long story, I was 18, a nanny, in college, and only had the later part of the evening to explore the strip (11PM) and was wearing jeans, Birkenstocks and my college sweatshirt. (super sex worker gear,

That's awesome! I have a male friend who has crossed the street to avoid intimidating women walking alone at night. He doesn't want them to think he's skulking after them in the dark. I was so impressed when he said that it "just seems like the right thing to do."

Yup. That right there.

My friend says I'm a stalker, but I disagree. Not only have I never before been accused of such, but I am also NOT a stalker. I was telling him a story of how I followed this waitress home from work to ask her out, and that's when he accused me. I told him I thought there was nothing wrong with what I did and, in

True story 1:

I kept thinking it was a trolling master class. Especially the bit at the end about himself.

I smell an elaborate troll.