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What's Wrong With Porn?

I've been criticized, parodied, given a sarcastic moniker--"the prince"--and now I'm being asked to participate in this year-long stream-of-consciousness rant.

Given the readers of this blog no doubt also identify as "mothers on the verge," I can't imagine anyone here will have much interest in, say, the trick of keeping some semblance of male-ness in the Rite Aid while shopping for feminine hygiene products.

Get ready MM and YLM, the site stats are about to take a plunge.

Like Alpha Male, I'm a man living in a household of women. Unlike Alpha Male, it's still a one vs. two situation gender-wise. I bow down to AM for keeping it semi-together in a three-girl household. We'll go on a man-date later.

In a nutshell, here's what MM can't stand about me: I don't do enough housework. I don't "see" the things that need to be done. I'm not nice enough on the phone when MM calls me to "talk" during the day. I don't call the babysitter or plan any dates. I've stuck MM in Manhattan 3,000 miles away from her oh-so-supportive family. I'm unromantic. I went for a grope in the fitting room at Bloomingdales. I'm a thoughtless pig. Fox Soccer Channel.

I looked over the bylaws for the coming week and one thing stands out. Why did "porn" figure into two of 10 rules? I mean, what's with that obsession? One would think anything that diminishes the apparent burden of male libido would be welcomed, nay encouraged.

Well, AM, the blog is ours for the week. Let's make the most of it.

Comments

Kate B. said…
MM are we allowed to comment on Alpha and P's posts or is that cheating?
Jill said…
Sigh. Well if you aren't good for romance and housework can you at least lift heavy things? Because some days that's the reason I cite for keeping a man around the house. The lifting.

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