There are many perks to being a woman. We got off the Titanic first. Boys hold doors and build things for us. Professors raise our grades because we agree to look at their rock collections (no judgments, Rutgers geology department. I'm sure that's how it works at every university...) And we can wear makeup publicly without being relegated to one of "those" bars in which I'm constantly singing karaoke.
There are also many things that flat out suck about being female. Our hair rarely looks just right. Boobs get heavy. And no amount of tactful persuasion will EVER convince me that high heels get more comfortable the more often you wear them. What's more, though, is that we have a little friendly visitor who feels compelled to pop in every few weeks just to check up on us.
This, friends, I could do without. More importantly, I could forgo the accompanying symptoms that make it impossible to leave the kitchen without consuming everything not tied down. It's even worse when you find yourself cruising the Cadbury site as others cruise :ahem: adult entertainment forums. Did you know Cadbury makes a bar of fudge covered in milk chocolate? Because I do...
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