the she woman man haters club

Spotted this mug in Gizmos and Gadgets at Walt Whitman mall yesterday.

I don’t get kitsch like this. I mean, the whole store was full of kitsch including fiber optic baby Jesus and dogs with clocks in their stomachs. But this is a different kind of kitsch. It irks me. This, coupled with some poster I saw in a restaurant listing women’s rules for men (i.e. The female is never wrong) made me go on a women hating binge for the rest of the weekend. I seriously hate my own gender sometimes.

I don’t understand women who go out of their way to express their hatred of men. I have two ex husbands and I’m not anywhere near as bitter or angry as some of these women. Do they think this passes for humor? Because I’m sure if some guy in their office had a mug that said “Shut up when the men are talking” the same woman who has the above mug on her desk would claim she’s in a hostile working environment.

One of the other mugs said “I don’t cook, clean or put icky things near my mouth.” Well, you are one fine catch, lady. Way to advertise that you should be avoided at all costs. Other mugs:

I only fake it so he’ll buy me stuff.
I love sensitive men. they’re easier to take advantage of.
Platinum digger… when gold just ain’t enough.

Humor. I get it. I’m supposed to giggle in solidarity when I see one of these, like I’m in on some big inside joke reserved just for women.

But I’m not giggling. I’m repulsed by it, instead. I have absolutely zero respect for any women who prides herself on being a bitch or hating men, mainly because I know women like this and they are, to the very last one, incredibly self centered. They all hate men because they can’t find one to love them, but who the hell wants to love someone so full of negativity?

Listen, I’m not saying women are there simply for housework and sex or to cater to their men. I’m just saying, don’t advertise the fact that you are a cold, uncaring bitch. Then again, these are probably the same women who have “Queen Bitch” bumper stickers on their car.

Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m just June Cleaver at heart. I like cooking and cleaning and I love sex. Todd gets home three hours after me most nights, so I always have dinner on the table and a clean house waiting for him. He doesn’t ask me to do this. I do it because I like to. It’s how I was raised. It’s not a subservient thing; he helps with with the dishes every night and the Saturday cleaning rampage. I help with the lawn and yardwork. But it is something I enjoy doing. I enjoy cooking. I enjoy taking care of our home. I have no idea what a women who says “I don’t cook or clean” does when she gets home from work, if she works. Eat Bon Bons and watch Oprah? Sorry if I’m stereotyping, but women who show off mugs like this are only stereotyping themselves.

You can say “Well, maybe they married men who made them end up like this.” I married a guy like that. It didn’t turn me into a sour, bitter bitch who thinks a man is just there to give her money.

I have no idea why I let something like this bother me so much. I’m bothered in the same way by women who think it’s demeaning when a man holds a door open for her.

Maybe I am more embarrassed by them than anything else. As a non-member of the She Woman Men Hater’s Club I can watch from the outside, but sometimes I have to go to great lengths to make sure I’m not lumped in with the club just because I. Am. Woman.

Maybe I need to get a mug that says “I cook, I clean and I….” Well, you get the picture.