No, I did not fell off the face of the Earth. Or died being stabbed to death in my sleep by the creepy weirdo I live with. Or lost my sanity over the workload and the crazy ass journalism assignments. Motherfucker, 2000 words essay every week is enough to make people kill okay. No, none of that. The Constantly Dramatic One is, put simply, a lousy blogger these days.
I do however wanna discuss this book that I am currently reading. A most interesting book. It’s called “Are Men Necessary?" It’s basically a men-bashing book written by a men-hating feminist, but this particular men-hating feminist; author Maureen Dowd has such a good flow of words and so witty that the book is actually entertaining. It’s the age old dilemma you know. As women get more and more successful in the workplace, do they get less successful in the love department? Do men only want women they can dominate? Can women objectify men the way men objectify women? Can women get rid of the entire male population, keeps some frozen semen for in vitro fertilizations and start a more wonderful, peaceful world where men doesn’t exists at all?
Of course just because I’m reading this and finding it ridiculously entertaining….and recommending it to girlfriends….doesn‘t mean that I hate men. Of course I don’t. As I have demonstrated again and again….and again. I don’t hate men. It’s just a good book okay.
And as fate has it, I had a date a couple of days ago. It was with this guy…who quite frankly I’m not really into. But he’s really keen on me. And since I am a woman, and a drama queen and I do adore the attention- I told him yes. I’ll go out with him. I wasn’t even nervous. I know this sounds mean, but to me it seems more like a………….trial date until when I actually have a proper date with this cutie who I totally have the hots for. You guys would remember him seeing that this post, was indeed bout him. But yeah. Moving on.
So we went out for a movie then of course well…dinner afterwards. The conversation was going well. I was charming. He was nervous. Ball’s totally in my court. At the back of my mind though I feel bad for him cause well. I’m just not into him. I’m holding out for that other guy. But hey a date never hurts anyone right?
Until the topic turned into books. And he excitedly went on and on about this book that he is currently reading and I was like “OMG! Me too! I’m reading a good book too.” It did not occurred to me that books with the title “Are Men Necessary?” is really not a good choice of conversation topic on a first date.
Ever been a train wreck? I have. Cause I’m the dumbass who admits to reading “Are Men Necessary?” on the first date with a man. If I am on a lesbian date- this would totally score me points. With a man, not so much.
It wasn’t until the words were out of my mouth did I realize what I’ve just done. He was like “Uhhh….why are you reading that? Do you hate men?” Shit man, talk about such a puny fragile ego. The rest of the date was bad. It was just so bad. He wanted to know all about the book, I have to promised him 3 times that “No, I am not a lesbian and no I don’t hate you just cause you have a penis.” And no matter what we talked about after that, it kept on going back to the book and why I am reading it. He wouldn’t believe when I say it was just for kicks. The fuck.
Seriously. Seriously. Chill the fuck out. Omg, it’s just a book. Are men’s egos so fragile that they are threatened by such a little thing like this? It’s not like I told him “No I will not have sex with you cause you do not come up to the standard of a real man in my mind. And that’s Clive Owen and you look nothing like that.” He would probably kill himself if I did say that. It was safe to say that the date was a disaster. Bruised ego on the first date was never pretty.
And no, he never called back.
Men such as him, with such puny egos, are indeed not necessary.