The Buck Doesn't Even Get Near Here

It was only yesterday that I truly had an epiphany about several things as they relate to the battle of the sexes. The bottom line is that I believe men get a bad rap for several things. Given, I can't defend half the moronic things that my gender does on a daily (sometimes even hourly basis), but I will know when to stand up and wave the flag even if it means I'll ultimately get labeled as being a misogynist.

Myth #1 - Men are obsessed with their "junk"- Alrighty. Now although this idea is emphasized through guys buying larger then normal cars or large quantities of handguns, I refute this theory that men alone are obsessed with their junk while women are absolutely carefree about this. Wrong. It was only yesterday in the checkout line did I observe one magazine that literally had the headline saying "Secrets about your vajayjay". The more I thought about it, the more I thought about things like "the Vagina Monologues" and this atrocity. Women are seriously obsessed with their junk. I've never heard of a guy who is willing to go get his goods "manscaped" in the shape of a heart or whatnot, despite the fact that it would hurt like hell. Guys are happy with their junk (most are), but we're definitely not proud of our junk.

Myth #2 - Men are responsible for social beauty pressures on women - It's a long known fact that when women get gussied up to go out, they're not usually getting dressed up to wow the guys, they're dressing up to distinguish themselves from the other ladies. I've seen the coldest stares bounce between women at clubs and other social places. Fashion magazines cannot obviously be master minded by guys (or at least straight ones) because I can guarantee you that 90% of men don't know what the "smokey eyed" look is, nonetheless care. Women on the cutting edge of fashion are the ones responsible for putting the pressures on other women, because those other women think that just because guys think people like Angelina Jolie is hot, all women should look like her. So given all this, I refute the notion that porn objectifies women alone, or that high fashion culture is built on the shoulders of men, or that I somehow, through my attraction to celebrities such as Kate Beckensale or Rachel McAdams, will make a 15 year old teenie bopper a raging bulimic.