Sunday, February 29, 2004
Dr. Strangelove or:
How I Stopped Worrying
and Learned to Love the Bum
In the last few weeks, I have noticed a silly trend. When the boys of the group get together and continually harass each other, their lady-friends seem to feel obligated to leap to the defense of their tormented boyfriends, as if the insults were somehow directed personally and meant to harm. My question is this: Is it because you think that the insults are in fact personal, or rather because your boyfriends whine to you about how much it hurts them? Either which way, people need to realize that we all like each other. We are not in the business of attempting to hurt each other. Sodomy jokes, and jabs are just that: jokes and jabs. Lighten the fuck up. Even those most affected participate and reciprocate in this (minimally) witty reparte. There is no need to get on the defensive. Not to reenforce stereotypes but, the saying is true: "Boys will be boys." Questioning eachother's cock-size, threats of cockpunches, and the questioning of sexual preference are just part of the continual pissing contest that we are constantly partaking of.
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