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



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. πŸ˜›

And on that note – Adieu.