are men really jerks??
“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then”. These lines are said by Katherine Hepburn and I have spent the entire day reflecting on them. These lines as a matter of fact happen to be in perfect sync with the conversation that I have with my aunt sometime back. Actually it was about the blog wherein she described all of my friends as jerks and later went on to blame all the guys and their jerkiness for the lack of love in her life. My aunt is one of those know it all types and though it kills me to accept this, she is seldom wrong but her remark about my friends left me feeling offended. Now I am one of those people who really love their friends and believe in standing by them through every thick and thin. If my aunt is to be believed then according to her men’s are jerks because they have nothing better to do than to think about girls and women are better human beings because they are not infatuated with men’s and they have better issues in their minds like shoes, jewelry, handbags etc and their actions are not directed towards seeking attention from opposite sex. She did adumbrate on the last point when she told me that girls dress up for the sole purpose of making each other jealous. I was left completely perplexed because I don’t know as to what really qualifies as the definition of a good human being. Because if she is to be believed then all the Paris Hilton’s and Lindsay Lohen would be the best human beings ever because these ladies have far more bling and shoes and handbags then the entire populace of world put together. Whatever she told me apart from sounding ridiculous felt really confusing. So in order to redeem myself I went and asked one of my gal friends about her views on all this. Imagine my horror when she mouthed the exact same words though she was a bit too explicit while describing about guys and their slobbery. According to her guys are absolute jerks, morons, slime of the earth who can’t help but imagine a girl in the way that is defined by her physical attributes and if it wouldn’t have been for the guys there would have been so much less pollution, deforestation, eve teasing, rapes and molestations etc and we are the people who are afraid of anything that remotely involves commitment. As if words from my aunt weren’t enough, talking to my friend actually left me flabbergasted. I have spent close to three days now thinking about whether guys really are jerks or not. There isn’t an explanation that I could really provide or that would really fit in here because all these accusations pretty much sums up everything that we as guys do. Perhaps we are jerks because we like to think and talk about girls and because we think of them to be the sweetest of all creatures. Yes we are jerks because we are so much infatuated with their thoughts that we love almost everything about them. We love the way they talk, the way they smile, the way they cry, the way they look all dressed up or the way they look all messed up, they way they sneeze and gently say excuse me after it, they way they feel when you cuddle them in your arms and the way their punches feel when they really try to hit you, the way they look with all their make up on and way they look without it or the way their freshly washed hairs smell and the way the quiver when you run your hand through their back. Really there isn’t anything that we could hate about them and though, gadgets come a close second, girls have to be the ultimate of our lives obsession. We may be jerks but at the end of day when you are feeling really low and worn out, you would always find us waiting and ready to take you in our arms and believe me, we will accept you irrespective of the shoes or jewelry or handbags that you may possess.
I do not really know about my aunt but as it turn out to be my friend had a boyfriend once who dumped my petit and not so well endowed friend for a girl with real big hooters. She will come out of it I know but we will always be jerks for we can’t help being guys.
