The real man shortage
It appears that we are running short of real men.
The issue started to emerge back in the early 1970s when we
had “fluid” characters like David Bowie dressing up to look like women.
Fortunately, we got over it before the trend took hold.
But over the last few years, the movement has resumed with a
vengeance and more and more men are stepping out of the blue and boots into
designer dresses and high heels.
Some are even going through the whole process to make it irresistible,
and this may leave a shortage of real men to help repopulate the planet.
Worse still, we appear to be training kids at a young age so
that they don’t get a chance to decide what they want later in life, and no
first kiss with that special girl, no prom king, no back seat romance in the
hot rod.
You would think this would be a good thing for the surviving
real men, reducing the competition. But it appears a lot of women like their
males castrated – I mean really castrated as opposed to the lovey\dovey\I’ll
take care of the kids and clean the house kind we have seen popping up in all east
and west coast cities, the psychologically castrated male that has spread
across the urban landscape like cockroaches. Sooner or later, women scientists
really will find a way for these castrated men to have babies and won’t have to
worry about that part of the reproductive cycle.
The other problem is that when real men go out on a date,
they often don’t know who they are actually dating until they get to third base
and find hanging fruit there rather than a cave of delight.
Some real men might get off on that kind of thing, but most
real men I know won’t.
Finding a real woman might become as difficult an archaeological
expedition as finding pieces of the true cross or Noah’s Ark.
This may explain why the population of the world is in
decline (not to mention the disassembly line for abortion that places like
planned parenthood have going) and could spell serious problems for the future
of the human race – especially when parents (who do not want to be left out of
the latest fad) turn their boys into girls almost as soon as their fat little
heads pop out of the birth canal.
And this goes for girls, too, who want to be boys, and so
real men can’t always tell just who it is or what it is standing in the urinal
stall at the men’s room.
The new signs on the door should give fair warning, since gender
fluid means anyone can pee in any toilet with or without the right equipment to
do so.
Fortunately, there may be hope for real men on the horizon.
Artificial Intelligence combined with robots are breeding a whole new race of
beings, designed to be specific genders so a real man won’t have to worry about
what happens on third base and can be assured that what takes place won’t be part
of some social study project, won’t have to call the robot “he/she/it” or other
messy pronouns.
The new robots might come with a sign around their necks,
telling us whether they are male, female or some alien from mars, and won’t
demand to be addressed as “They” and should “they” insist we can always reprogram
them.
But that said, it won’t be the same strolling through a park
holding hands, knowing that the fingers you are holding are as artificial as
the he/she/it made of flesh and bone.
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