Once again, I have found myself in a situation where I am frustrated to say the least at all the women I am encountering in my life. Not a single one of them will even try to match my level of intellect, and it’s making me seriously lose hope in our future as humans. Is it really too much to ask that females rise above their current, subpar standard of conversation to meet the rest of us adults? I mean, come on! You’ve been crying equal rights for so long, now’s your chance to prove your worth and engage in intellectually stimulating conversation by letting me tell you my opinions and why they’re right.
The women of this generation are just so vapid, I don’t understand why they can’t act more like my grandmother who always lets me talk as long as I want. She really understands what’s important in this world, and it’s a shame the women of today have become so superficial. Are there any studies being done on this? Because we really should be getting to the bottom of why the female species insists on thinking only about Chad instead of what actually matters like the market economy.
Every time I’m conversing with a woman, she only ever wants to talk about makeup, clothes, or the “literacy crisis going on in America right now,” but never my full, completely uninterrupted explanation of why Joe Rogan is the Socrates of our time and should be regarded as such by the general public. Not only will she refuse to listen to my explanation wholly and fully, but she’ll make herself hysterical, calling me names and bringing up something about echo chambers like we were even talking about that woo-woo, spa therapy bullshit.
Here’s a PSA to all women: the smartest thing you can do when presented with an intelligent, perfectly constructed argument is to nod silently in agreement! A lot of women don’t like hearing that, but it’s the truth. This is something that men inherently understand; I don’t recall ever feeling yapped over by my fellow man, and I think that experience is sociologically legitimate and relatable to men everywhere. These females can call me old fashioned all they want, but I’d actually prefer they didn’t because I was talking just then and deserve to finish.
You know what? Whatever. I’m tired of being the only one willing to go deep and talk about the real stuff, like the unendingness of the universe or why women aren’t biologically equipped to be president. I’ll be going to my grandmother’s house to cool down because her special boy needs some time to rest.
