(posters courtesy: Dr. Casey's Cabinet of Horror)

from: msfeminist@menRpigs.com

Dear Doctor,

You men are such pigs! How come you won't buy anything unless it is sold using scantily clad women who have a larger chest size than than their IQ? Even movies are sold to you using bimbos. Are you really stupid enough to think that in the movies above, these aquatic, archnaphobile, robotic, extra-terrestial, humpbacked Martians are interested in the women of Earth? Must you look at all women as sex objects? You swine!

the doctor's reply:

Well, oink, oink, you heartless, uptight wench! But seriously, I do agree with you to some extent. Now, should we talk about the Pepsi commercials with the dude who is always taking off his shirt? Let's face it, sex sells! (But do we need to hear about your vaginal products on every commercial break?) We are all the end product of millions of years of genetics. We all have the natural urge to carry on the species within us to some extent. So why don't you lighten up a little? Life is generally what you make of it. If you look for insult everywhere, even in those marvelous, but rather silly, posters above, you will find it and have a very miserable, unhappy existence. And since you always say you are so sensitive, why don't you have a little pity for modern men? We are truly caught between a rock and a hard place. If we do hit on you, you sue us for sexual harassment and call us pigs. If we don't, you think we are gay, or that there is something wrong with you (you do have your mother's thighs, you know!) Actually, I would be gay, except I don't like men. In that way. I'm probably much more of a lesbian trapped in a man's body.