We got off the Titanic first.
We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
We get to flirt with systems support men who always return our calls, and are nice to us when we crash our computers.
Our boy friend’s clothes make us look elfin and gorgeous – guys look like complete idiots in ours.
We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
We can cry and get off speeding fines.
We’ve never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.
Taxis stop for us.
Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.
We don’t look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
Free drinks. Free dinners. Free movies (you get the picture).
We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we’re gay.
We can hug our friends without wondering if WE are gay.
We know The Truth about whether size matters.
New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.
If we have sex with someone and don’t call them the next day, we’re not the devil.
If we’re not making enough money we can blame the glass ceiling.
Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep (Ouch)
It’s possible to live our whole lives without taking a group shower.
No fashion faux pas we make could rival The Speedo.
We don’t have to fart to amuse ourselves.
If we cheat on our spouse, people assume it’s because we’re being emotionally neglected.
If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her butt.
If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.
We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
If we’re dumb, some people will still find it cute.
We don’t have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to socially fit in.
We have the ability to dress ourselves – and coordinate.
We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked. (Weeeeeelllll…..that depends!)
Our friends won’t think we’re weird if we ask whether there’s spinach in our teeth.
There are times when chocolate really can solve your problems.
Gay waiters don’t make us uncomfortable.
We’ll never regret piercing our ears.
We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.
We know which glass was ours by the lipstick mark.
When we buy a vibrator it is glamorous. When men buy a blow up doll it’s pathetic.
We’ll never discover we’ve been dumped by a Wonderbra.
If we marry someone 20 years younger, we’re aware that we look like an idiot.
