A friend of mine told me that I need to write out a 40 page statement about what I want in a partner in order to find my ideal partner*.

But I generally require that someone be honest about themselves, and that alone disqualifies large swathes of humanity**.

Which . . . I guess means that everything is working as intended.

*Well, OK, not actually 40 pages. It’s just that apparently someone really did write out 40 pages of what they wanted, down to physical characteristics like hair and skin texture, and they got their ideal mate, but to me those are kind of just . . . adjuncts to the real human being.

**There is a girl who will not talk to me because I told her that it’s fine if she’s emotionally manipulating her guy friends and stringing them along, as long as she’s honest with herself about it. She thought I was being snarky; I actually believe it. See also “you can choose your own damnation.” You can be a monster, because monsters exist, but don’t lie to yourself and pretend that you’re a knight. Be aware and accepting that you are a monster – or else change yourself.

Today I saw a guy go into a five minute tirade over – of all things – women complaining. This included such gems of wisdom as “it’s because of their bleeding vag” and “I have an extra chromosome, so I don’t get emotional.” That delivered while raging. Yeah, unless you have Down’s Syndrome or Kleinfelter’s or something . . . you don’t. The number of chromosomes is the same. Also, it’s XY vs. XX. The Y is a lot smaller than the X, so at the same number of chromosomes men have less genetic material than women, not more. Maybe you should take basic biology before you try to use biology to bolster your argument.

I could wish people realized how absurd they were.

But there would probably be worldwide mass suicides if that wish ever came true.