Big Girls Don’t Cry
I can’t help it, when I see a little girl cry or for that matter when I see any woman cry, I inevitably feel bad for them. And the truth is I don’t want to feel bad. I want to say suck it up, take it like a man, stop being a pussy, but I can’t. Because after 9 months in the womb and a year of slurping heavily laced breast milk, I have been genetically engineered to feel sympathy for all women.
And I know it’s not just me. I know other guys have been inflicted with the same genetic disorder. It’s how Heather Mills took Paul McCartney for over 100 million. It’s how the Duke lacrosse team almost wound up in jail, and now it’s how those same little salty drops of water claimed Hilary the New Hampshire primary.
And the truth of the matter is that I don’t have a problem with her crying. I really don’t. I have a problem with the political pundits who fuel the media machine that have been applauding the humanization of Hilary.
Nobody wants Obama, McCain, Romney, or Giuliani to be humanized.
Because the truth is that “humanized” is just a nice way of telling us that Americans don’t want a ball busting bitch as our president. But Of course they can’t say that on television.
