Lazy Piece Of Shit or Pure Genius?

So... We're gonna do something a little different this time. We're gonna have a bit of a group exercise here. The topic comes courtesy of one of the cooler and yet extremely intimidating Mommy bloggers out there, Nic from My Bottle's Up. She posted a blog entry the other day that I happened to stumble upon and it definitely got my juices flowing. God knows what types of juices I'm referring to. I'm pretty positive that my blood is basically made up of part Grey Goose, part Hydrocodone and part Sweet Sausage but I digress. Any way, I've posted the first part of it below and a link to the rest of the post. Check it out and then I'll continue with my response, which of course was probably inappropriate and totally misunderstood. That's just how I roll apparently. Without further adieu...

Women Are The Stronger Sex...

fact. and male readers out there, i don't write this because i'm a man-hating feminist (though i am a feminist). i write this because it's true.

my blog. my post. my truth. ya don't like it, don't read it.

this truth is becoming more and more apparent to me by the minute. literally, the minute. i see men unable to multi-task, make decisions, take care of their health, take care of their families... and then i see women carting babies, toddlers and groceries up three flights of stairs while on their cell phone, hosting a conference call. i see men who are unwilling to fight for what they want... because they don't know what they want. and i see women fighting to the death for what matters to them because they see it, they know it, and they go after it. i see men sitting on couches. i see women running towards the goal line. i see men going through the motions. i see women creating motion... Read the rest here (and you must!): My Bottle's Up

Ok then. I'm assuming you've read that little slice of Vagina pie and are all puffy and bubbling over with either mass quantities of testosterone or dainty doses of Estrogen. If you're like me, you have something to say. Whether you're a woman who completely agrees with her sweeping generalization of the entire male species or a you're a man who is scratching his nuts on the sofa while popping handfuls of cashews into your fat hairy face, you MUST have a point of view. We are all adults. We are humans. We are all entitled to our opinion, no matter how silly and completely backwards it might seem. So let's air it all out here in this completely ridonkulous and not so credible forum. I'm pretty sure my response is dead on, so I'll share it with you now... Feel free to ridicule me and throw virtual tomatoes at my fat, annoying face...

Comment from Out-Numbered:

You see, the thing is that we like being lame. We embrace being lazy. Before our wives came along, we were able to cook our own food, clean our own apartments, follow directions, read a map, socialize like human beings, laugh, act silly, dress ourselves and do a whole slew of things. Back then, nobody told us we were wrong or called us idiots. We just got shit done and you know what? It worked! We survived! You know what else? You found us, picked us out from the crowd and married us because you liked how we acted. How quickly one forgets. But now, everything we do is completely and utterly fucked up. Not because it's wrong but because it's not how YOU do it. So like a dog that is kicked one too many times, we just stop doing it. It's much easier to get yelled at for not doing anything than it is to drag our fat asses off the couch and waste our time only to be told it's not good enough. That's my rant. Now... lets talk about how HOT chicks are when they get all pissed off. All this talk about chicks going gay etc... is making me crazy. Great post sista! I still love your blog...

BTW, in case things get out of hand, the safe word is... Out-Numbered.