Word of the Week

com∙plex \kam-pleks\ (adj): (1) A term used by the uninformed and naïve to describe extremely bitchy women.

There's a lie going around, and it looks something like this:

Interesting fact - the women who propagate that idea tend to act a lot more like this:

Now, no one should ever say the only thing that interests women is money. I mean, yes, it's one thing they want – but insane wealth is also one thing most men want. Truth be told, most men and women are driven by relatively small sets of comparable cravings: financial stability, strength, small waistlines.

THE SAD TRUTH: Ladies, the myth that you’re somehow more complex and mysterious than men hurts you more than it hurts guys. Here’s why:

(1) It makes men hate you. A lot. And that’s not fair to you – when guys go for girls that are hot and ignore the fugly chick with the great personality, everyone just rolls their eyes. But if you dump the poor-but-tender-hearted Lit major for the jock with a Camaro, everyone labels you a gold-digging skank. Why? It’s not that wanting a rich man is worse than a wanting a size 8 woman - it’s that you’ve got men convinced you’re an objective, soul-assessing, equal-opportunity lover… when you’re actually just human.

(2) It makes you hate you. A lot. There’s a reason women tend towards emotion incontinence more then men these days: you have no idea who-the-hell you are. It’s like everyone says: you tell a lie long enough, you start believing it yourself. And women have been claiming romantic objectivity for generations. The hilarious/depressing thing is that most of you actually believe it. And looking back over a trail of bad decisions and broken hearts caused by urges you never knew you had… well, it’s like waking up and discovering you’re Tara Reid.

(3) Guys know their weaknesses – sex, big-boobs, brown-eyes. So when one of those things presents itself, they’re able to take any necessary corrective actions / ask important questions… “is she a total bitch?” “is this worth my career?” But gals – you’re almost inevitably caught off-guard. And blindsided with what you really want through the fog of what you THINK you want – you tend to crash from one abusive, exploitive encounter to the next – like a very, very drunk Helen Keller at a Greenday concert.

Trust me, I know how you feel. I’ve been around plenty boobs and brown-eyes that made me want to quit my job and spend the rest of my life with some crazy wench. Most guys have been there.

Do what we do: take a cold shower.