Men are pigs. They are vile, disgusting, creatures of habit. They continually consider only themselves, and never expect anything above their self-imposed limitations. Constantly drowning themselves in narcissistic attitudes, men are nothing more than a mirror-hungry hip-thrusting collection of belly, butt, and penis, seeking approval for their less-than-perfect, selfish accomplishments.
That being said, I am proud to be one. Go me!

I was going to get philosophical and all artsy next, but I had a brain fart, and it all flew out the left ear. Oh, well.....