Can't we , laugh and joke around?

'Well now then Mardy Bum , I've seen your frown and its like looking down the barrel of a gun.'

In my personal opinion , The Arctic Monkeys have got that one dead right. The song revolves around a man moaning about his lady friend , basically because she's being a moody bastard. Which , lets face it ladies , we all are , like we seriously never shut the hell up winging about nothing.

One of the first things our kind enjoy to have a bitch about is everyone. Human kind itself , we're so difficult to please when it comes to other people that are living there lives how they like and because its not our idea of satisfactory and it just really gets in the grill. You know when you see someone in the street and there doing something you just wouldn't , for example showing public displays of affection(eww), or scraping there feet along in winter boots that are basically just there because if they weren't wearing any shoes , yes their feet would be receiving more or less the same protection , however they would look like (even more of) a clown , however back to the point. When we see these things , the bitchiest part of our female brains cringe ridiculously. Heres the question , Why do we care?

The second most bitched about thing by females is ourselves. You've most likely been lucky enough to be in a situation in which you've had the impecible joy of having a conversation in the style of the following:'Im so fat.''You are soo not fat! Im so fat!''If your fat I must be obese , you've got the perfect figure!''Well I suppose , but I hate my nose!''There's nothing wrong with your nose! I hate my nose..'You get the drift. But you know whats most ironic about these conversations , we hate having them. You know even if you were morbidly obese with a trunk , you'd have better things to do than discuss it and make yourself feel like crap for no reason.

The third , possible worst thing the female kind like to bitch about is males. You'd think they'd put the cowboys with the indians and expected them to start families together. Everything about them just annoys us , it just does. My theory to one of the worlds biggest questions came from this logic , once in a blue moon , one of us females meets a male they can actually stand , and they call it 'love'.

To conclude. I'm pretty glad i'm not a guy and don't have to put up with us animals. So girls next time your having a conversation , count the amount of times you moan. Here's a tip , once you've ran out of fingers , youve always got toes.

Have A Beautiful Day x