I Don’t Hate Women But…

I don’t think I hate women but I hate all the women shown in advertisements and commercials and I think that real women actually like them so maybe that’s like indirectly hating women.

And I don’t like Hillary Clinton, so that’s also like hating women I guess.

I don’t like writing “his or her” and “he or she” and fucking “humankind”–only two extra letters and yet I almost resent it. So that’s not good.

I think of God as dudely, not femme. Like even if God were gay he’d still be a top.

And yeah, I’d rather have male offspring. We all would.

But I don’t hate women, heck no. What’s there to dislike? Incessant communication is fine. Constant mood modulation is the only way to live.

I hate macho men more than I dislike anyone, but I also know that women secretly like macho men so that could mean I’m indirectly hating women again. It could be transitive.

Things I must learn to love about women: their effect on old friendships; cosmetic Truth; bad hand jobs…

I don’t think I’m a misogynist but then again back in the 70’s millions of people–all of us–thought they weren’t racist but obviously were. Even liberal-ass M*A*S*H had a character named Spear-Chucker Jones.

Didn’t Heinrich Himmler often begin sentences with “I don’t mean to sound like a racist, but…”

So you gotta be careful–shit can creep up on you.