Differences between men and women – part 67
My wife and I were watching TV the other night when a clip of Mick Jagger came on. He was prancing around the stage, preening and strutting as only Mick can do.
“My god he’s skinny,” my wife said. “And ugly as a boot.”
“Yeah, but he’s still banging all those hot young chicks,” I said. Not that I was jealous.
“That’s only because of his money and who he is.”
It dawned on me that here was yet another revelation about how men and women are different. At any given time, all around the world, there are hundreds — heck, probably thousands — of young, supple women who would be willing to let those slobbery lips and wrinkly old hands explore every inch of their firm naked bodies, if only to be intimate with a living legend like the “Mick”.
The man is over 60 years old and looks like an exhumed Egyptian mummy, but they would still throw their clothes off and jump his brittle arthritic bones. They would gleefully rub Bengay onto his sunken pasty chest each night and change his adult diapers if it meant Hollywood parties and millions of dollars in the bank.
I’m not trying to be sexist, but it seems that women are much more willing than men to sacrifice themselves for a shot at wealth or status. Maybe it’s a cultural echo from the days when women were unable to secure their own wealth or status and had to pick the best provider. Maybe its a biological urge to find the most successful man to father her children. Or maybe it’s just the dumb chicks with no self-respect. But reverse the situation and I couldn’t imagine any young man who would willfully churn Elizabeth Taylor’s congealed butter, or sleep with some grossly overweight, low-class piece of trash just because she had a few bucks and could offer him career advancement opportunities (Tom Arnold excepted).
Somehow, Donald Trump always has a ready supply of models ready to replace the latest tart who either has the nerve to turn 30 years old or gets too close to the secret of his magnificent coif. Bands like The Darkness, who are so ugly that in medieval times they would’ve been drowned in the river as infants as devil spawn, feast on a banquet of fresh female flesh each night. Rich athletes dilute the national IQ by breeding with opportunistic blonde-bombshell bimbos, and then cheat on them with painted-up, silicone-enhanced super sluts with stretchmarked lips and bedsore-encrusted backs.
Again, not that I’m jealous…