Jerks and Bastards. Chauvinists and misogynists. It's easy for us females to bandy these terms around to describe the loathed male of the species. And we do toss them and the Hagen Daas around when flocked together to console a wounded sister who has just gone through a tumultuous breakup. But to me, boys are mysterious creatures whose intrigue far exceeds that of a male-bashing session with my closest gal pals.The intrigue is by no means a simple, "ooh he's so hot" crush on the latest hearthrob. Oh no. It's something deeper. Like an appreciation for a rare bird. Or the allure of a dazzling gem. Some may say boys are not so romantic to liken them to sparows and pink diamonds. But I see even in the burping, video games, and t-shirts love-worn with such commitment and devotion that they are transparent thin, a sort of male mystique that needs to be explored.
So come with me, won't you, and traverse the idiosyncrasies of men that us femme just don't understand.
Part I : Stupid Boy Tricks Part III : The Dead Male Rock Star