Men:
Have to shave everyday or they look like Miami Vice wannabe's. Bullseye.
Have to register for the draft. Not if they're peace loving Canadians.
Have to keep up that macho image for their buds. Are we talking Budweiser, here?
Have to pretend to love beer. But, but, I do love beer.
To them, size is an important issue. Their brains get twisted in knots wondering if it matters to women. We must be talking about beer guts, right?
Need little blue pills. 40% of men need them after 40 and over 70% need them from 70 on and for some the blamed pills dont' work for them at all. Then, I guess that 100% will need them after 100. Damn. Not looking forward to that.
Blue pills cost at least ten dollars a piece. Unless you buy the Indian knock-offs, then they're a buck and a half.
Men: don't get the credit they deserve for being class A nags. Poor fellas. Think governing body and elders, the champions of the art of nagging. Um, ok.
Men: they get stuck with wives who just never, ever can cook, clean, or bail them out of trouble like their mommies. Mine is a great cook and housekeeper, and never has to bail me out. Now mommy, she was a great nag.
Men: neck ties. Ugh. Two points for you.
They are too proud to ask for directions so they spend 2 years, 45 days, 7.5 hours, 20 seconds driving around lost during their life times. What, exactly, is your point? Stopping to ask directions of strangers has a statistically superior possibility of being carjacked than not stopping. Besides, that's what GPS is for, so long as you can figure out how to change the voice from female to male.
They are not allowed to cry, dammit. Not even when they slam their fingers in the car door. The only time it is okay for men to cry is when their hound dogs die. Or when they spill their beer.
They cannot have tea cup toy poodles with pink toenails, pink ear bows and pierced ears riding around in their pockets. They especially cannot name them Fifi or Chiffon. You were talking about what men hate about being men, weren't you?
Have to button the top button on dress shirts. Only when they're wearing a tie ... 2 1/2 points for you.
Have to pretend they don't love quiche. I eat quiche and I am proud of it. Just don't tell anybody, k?
Have to pretend they come from Mars. Only when processing the looks of females who have that particular expression on their faces when we say something incomprehensible.
Have to pretend they don't watch Hallmark Channel and Oprah. I'd rather go to the dentist. You lose half a point.
Have to pretend they hate Nanci Pelosi and that they love Sarah Palin. You lose another point. You're down to one.
Can get woody at the most inconvenient times. Ok, you win.