Men who end up hanging from trees with secret compartments in their closets tend to think of themselves as good guys. And those who protect them think they’re good guys, too. But here’s the thing about me, Sister Night: I eat good guys for breakfast.
Men only call women mad when they are doing something inconvenient.
Men of business frequently find their personal lives disrupted by the larger portraits they paint.
Men need targets. Keep things neat. Sometimes men become targets.
Men have gazed at the stars for millennia, and wondered whether there was a deity up there, silently directing their fates. Today, for the first time, they’ll be right. And the world will be an undeniably better place.
Men don’t take the time to end things. They ignore you until you insist on a declaration of hate.
Men don’t make women pregnant, sperm are weak. They only get the job done when the egg beams them up to the Federation Starship and then you make a baby.
Men can be fickle, but birds I always trust.
Men can be a little more intuitive than we give them credit for.
Men call women nuts and crazy way too often just to undermine us.
Men always gonna hate the thing that shame them.
It’s not crazy babies that worry me. It’s the men they become. Like a fire, falling in love with a fire. We try to smother them, put them out, but they just burn us up.
