We cranked out some Youtube on the TV, with the five little girls screaming for their favorite songs. Eventually we got to this:
My oldest is a tai kwon do brown belt. She loves the sport and I hope she sticks with it. A few months ago I playfully grabbed her ponytail. Instinctively her arm shot up and knocked by hand away. And let me tell you, it hurt a bit.
I don't necessarily mind the video of the girl kicking the crap out of all the boys. At that age they're more or less equal.
You roar, do you Katy Perry? You can do anything a man can do. Really?
Lemme show you what would REALLY happen:
Now watch this:
Don't kid yourself ladies, you can't do everything I do. Chop that wood, push that lawn mower, carry those cinder blocks, lift that engine. Heck, steel and gird yourself against something unexpected or scary. I don't think the gals have the self control I have. Spend a couple of days with your brain marinated in testosterone, see what's like.
There's a reason boys don't cry.
No caveats. I don't care.
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