What must it be like to be male? To live with an overclocked metabolic system that’s always on the lookout for brazen and unmistakable propositions - like a smile or a "please pass the salt."
I mean, at times we all have those feelings - primitive as oil - but not the constant, fast forward, high density need that males seem to live with.
It must be like wrestling a trapped demon.
A satire suggesting that it must be tiring to be male =]