Yes, we are mean.
We forget to call. We don't notice new hairstyles. We are way, way to demanding. We never let go of the remote. We never agree to admit that we are lost. Also, we don't allow anyone to ask for the way either, no ma'am, I'm just taking the scenic route, thankyouverymuch, now close the window. We drink too much, smoke too much, hang out with the boys too much, dream about O.P.P., Walk into strip-joints, see women as objects, are always the first to come (you know what I mean). We think that 'foreplay' means a club to the head and a drag to the cave by the hair. We leabve the toilet seat up, grunt, fart, smell funny, are scratchy 'cause we don't shave often enough, yet make nasty comments if Woman has the slightest stubble on her legs or under her arms. We don't know how to express ourselves, and we're only happy with a movie when there's a pile of corpses the size of Mount Rainier and a pool of blood the size of Lake Erie. We throw popcorn at the screen when any reasonably evolved mammal would be moved to tears by the drama and the sensuous dialogue. We have porn that is so incredibly dumb and simple that even a dead snail could write the script for it, yet it turns us on - whereas we devour the lovingly (and thoughtfully) aphrodisiacs with ravenous hunger, swig the expensive champaign and then switch to beer to watch the football game.
We buy stuff we'll never really neat, because it's motorized, makes lots of noise and is shiny.
We clutter the house with it.
We'd never throw anything away. Those old TV-Guides may still be useful someday. We throw a tantrum that would suit a four-year-old when we discover that our favorite slippers have been thrown into the trash (and they were only 20 years old, too!) Yet we make ourselves out as the 'reasonable' sex, saying that women are more 'emotional'.
Yes, boys are mean. So why do girls put up with us?
Simple. Because, when push comes to shove, most of us are downright cuddly
(Also, we can move furniture.)