I used to ask why are women this way and why can't they be more chill like men. Then I realized I was asking the wrong question.

A foid I put forward the question to asked me back," well, why are men the way they are, and why can't they be chill and be more like the women around them."

I was perplexed by the question and in the moment could not think of a reply.

Later in the day I heard my good friend Ian complaining about women so I decided to ask him the same question," Lenny we always complain about women in society not being more like the men, but why don't we ever ask why the men cannot be more like the women in society?"

Lenny was quiet a moment. I could see the gears grind in his mind as he stared at me with his mouth open.

"Aha. I gotya ya sexist bastard." I thought to myself with the satisfaction of a 40 year old single woman.

"Because," He spoke slow," if we all behaved like women society would collapse in a day."

I tried to come up with a retort but realized that he was absolutely correct. While I had looked on at the woman like a fool who was caught, it was not the same expression with the Ian had been looking at me. He had actually been looking at me as one would look at an r-slur.

We did not talk more than day but from then onward over time Ian and I drifted apart. It was as if some rift had been opened between us. The rift that exists between the genetic failures that believe everything a woman says, and the superior men, who remember to only ever trust actions and results and never the words that are sent their way.

For that loss of a good friend, I find myself blaming women till my last breath.