One more thing, it's interesting how women in our society have concoceted the penumbra that a man controls his hormones. This in conjunction with saying with the same breath that a woman can do anything she pleases, as much as she pleases to exacerbate a man's feelings. The inculpable veniality of the feminine mystique is astonishing to an individual who actually uses his/her brain.

Woman have not one shredd of empathy. A hormonal being, who centers her life on her hormones; a person who swears that her quality of life is determined by how she feels, cannot possibly create the chemical impulse that can muster any type of empathy. Unless, of course, she takes the step to bear and raise children. One can only hope that a woman in this situation will have enough intestinal fortitude to counter the contempt that is issuing out of Cosmopolitan about the domestic engineer, and to actually listen to the one hormone that screams for the maternal instinct. That, my friends, is the only empathy a woman will ever truly realize. Too bad she has to wait to have kids to realize it.

A woman telling me to control my hormones, and not look respond to the visual signals she paints on her face, and wears on her body I find unpalatably incoherent with the world around her. What's more offensive is that she becomes offended when a man tries to tell her what's on her mind. On the other hand, her PMS is probably more psychologically devastating to all around her than any man's hormonal exacerbations of his overloaded testosterone will ever be. So for any woman who demands that a man control his hormones, there is a certain thought involving a kettle that comes to mind, but I just can't quite complete the sentence. Maybe it's writer's block.