A man should call the toss
Wear the pants, and be the boss
A man should be the drink
For his own damn sake
And men should the misters
And the masters of their sisters
A man should be the reason
For a heart to break
A man should cut the lawn
Change the tire, mend the worn
A man should never wait
To oil a rusting gate
Men should hold the key positions
In our country’s great traditions
A man should put the food
Upon the family plate
So, be moral
Don’t quarrel
Fair and square is best
Let me alert you
That virtue won’t hurt you
Or desert you
If you wear hair on your chest
So always remember to follow the rules
Box clever
And jocks never
Hock another jock’s tools
A man should wax a car
Fix a fuse, and tend the bar
A man should like his brow
To be wet with sweat
Men should know the right occasions
To indulge in tax evasions
A man should know the settings
That his spark plugs get
Faggots are maggots
Thank God I’m a man
How distressing to have this stuck in my head! Gotta love Shock Treatment - it’s the sequel to The Rocky Horror Picture Show (which is amazing), and it’s ironiiiiiiiiic. My sister and I watched it recently and our expression throughout was just
:O
It’s SO WEIRD.
I must say that Bitchin In The Kitchen is rather catchy though =]
Anyway, I’ve been humming away the song Thank God I’m a Man and thinking -I wonder. Would I rather be a man? Right now, yes.
Not because of their supposed superiority, not because of the focus of the whole world, it would seem, on their achievements, but purely because I have lost so much blood I feel incredibly faint. And my mother’s best suggestion right now is to ‘go on the pill’, which, coincidentally, was the best option when SHE was younger and used to faint monthly.
Great to see that we’re progressing in healthcare for women.
I’m gonna go groan in pain for a bit while I write my article for the StudentVoice, bigging up my Welfare role…woopdidoop…so you’ll be pleased to know that my ‘ttotm’ moan is over.
For now.
And on that note - Adieu.




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February 26, 2008 at 10:51 am
Jacob Ward
My experience (well, Sophie’s) was that ‘the pill’ (such an inventive name) caused continual bleeding for several weeks until she got so depressed she gave it up.
Just thought I’d share that with you
February 26, 2008 at 9:19 pm
Caitlin
Ta =] I’ve heard mixed things actually. There’s some kind of weird acidy thing you can take that makes it less heavy (and therefore less painful) but then it lasts an eternity. Which you totally wanted to know.
Was gonna say - YOUR experience? Now that certainly would be interesting…
February 26, 2008 at 10:01 pm
Jacob Ward
Also makes ur breasts bigger, which is not really what you need given the habits of your BHASVIC friends
February 26, 2008 at 10:19 pm
Caitlin
*Sigh*
It’s crap, really, that I feel the need now to wear clothes that flatten…just to give me a break, y’know. They are obsessed…it’s worrying.
Anyway.
February 26, 2008 at 11:22 pm
Jacob Ward
That’s a real shame. You should be able to wear what you like. You could try just handing out porn and hope they’re more distracted by that.
Hey ho
February 26, 2008 at 11:45 pm
Caitlin
Jake. No. That wouldn’t help in the least, and would somewhat destroy my supposed moral code…
February 27, 2008 at 12:03 am
Jacob Ward
Just thought it would be preferable to wearing a t shirt saying ‘Stop staring at my tits’. Though come to think of it, that would probably occasion more staring. Perhaps a stern talking to is in order?
February 27, 2008 at 8:11 pm
Caitlin
Perhaps, indeed. Although I’m getting rather the rep for ’stern talkings to’…or just generally being a ‘humourless feminist’ when it comes to a lot of things.
Ho hum.
February 27, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Jacob Ward
I’m surprised people who would use such terms can conceive of the concept of a feminist who wasn’t humourless.
I could do the stern talking to. I haven’t used my persuasion bat in ages
February 27, 2008 at 8:42 pm
Caitlin
…if it wasn’t so often my friends, I’d say ok. Maybe.
The persuasion bat sounds rather scary to me…and somewhat phallic
February 27, 2008 at 8:53 pm
Jacob Ward
I suppose that could be a very persuasive method, but that wasn’t exactly what I was referring to. I had my cricket bat in mind, as I often think ‘I wish I had some friends who would play cricket with me’ but more importantly ‘I wish I were any good at cricket.’

I’ve started on the last of the three cakes btw
If you want I could bring some round tomorrow.
February 27, 2008 at 9:58 pm
Caitlin
CAKE!
I’m so totally there =]
Ah cricket…never really cared for cricket. She says as if there are many sports which she LOVES *shifty eyes*
February 27, 2008 at 10:18 pm
Jacob Ward
Tis by far the best and most English sport in the world. Who else would invent a sport that lasts for five days and has breaks for lunch and tea

Bout half five alright for you?
I have the feeling this laptop may lead me into obesity
February 28, 2008 at 10:28 pm
Caitlin
Not if you have to carry it to mine on Thursdays
The most English sport: One that is mostly snacking…? Heh, maybe.
Half five was fine, gotta love 4 hour visits lol. The cake was goooooooooood =]
February 28, 2008 at 11:06 pm
Jacob Ward
Well you can thank your mother. I most certainly did

I think it was a crafty decision to invent cricket; we only play it with hot countries so our cricketers get to fly off to very warm locations instead of staying in rainy old England