Well, Hell No

Today as I was perusing the headlines on MSNBC.com, I saw a link that said "Are men becoming obsolete?". Gasp!!! What?!? I rolled my eyes and clicked on it and of course, it was some long, boring article about artificial insemination and how scientists have found sperm in bone marrow. Yawn...since Pretty Girl kept waking me up last night, I could have won 48 million dollars and my answer would have been, "great" and then I would have yawned.

I'm sure there are those who might find this news comforting (that is, that sperm can exist outside of the, uh hmmm, regular channels), but in praise of the glorious chemical that is testosterone and those fabulous creatures who find it coursing through their veins, I felt inspired to do a bit of blogging.

After all, without men, there would be no beards, no stubble, no five o'clock shadows. And, oh...how I loveth the five o'clock shadow. Moving right along, don't you love how men can have a strong, thick neck and broad shoulders? That wonderful little cleft in between the shoulder blades which is accentuated by the sinuousness of the musculature shouldn't be overlooked.

Biceps and triceps are nice too. Women can work out for days and days and we are not genetically programmed to achieve the bulk of a man. The difference is glorious, don't you think! Don't forget the pecs...those are pretty too. Wait, lest I forget. Men don't like to be called "pretty." Pecs are hard. There, that's better.

Of course, there's more than just the physical. I got myself a little distracted. I love the way men are generally more aggressive, less emotional, logical in a completely different way than women, stubborn in a completely different way, usually protective, strong.

I suppose that ridiculous link did its job-I clicked on it and started writing about it. But men will never be obsolete...unless water and air became obsolete too.

(dedicated to Mr. Lipstick, of course)