So my post on pet peeves of women which piss me off garnered some demand for a similar post on the pet peeves of men. While I don’t intend to generalize and undertake an exercise in male bashing (as enjoyable as it is), here are some of the key attributes which I have noticed that make men, well, men…
The Remote Control Fixation: Yes, we understand that men have this inherent NEED to be IN.CONTROL (be it with their families, colleagues or the women they are with), but seriously, do you really need your self-worth to be defined by a battery-operated device?
The Continued Infatuation with Gadgets: I am sure the ipad 3 or the latest PS-whatever-version is the next best thing to Katrina Kaif, but at some point, you should stop, take a deep breath, and ask yourself, “When mom said go play with your toys, did she mean FOREVER?”
The Obsession with IPL: I know life is JUST NOT WORTH LIVING without cricket (believe me, I am a huge sports buff), but postponing everything (work, travel, visit to the dentist, sex) for two months to make up your mind whether to support KKR or Saurav Ganguly is NOT worth it. No, not even if Chitrangada Singh is there.
It Wasn’t Me-But-the-Alcohol Syndrome: It’s NOT ok to get violent in a party because ‘you were down a few pegs’; it’s NOT ok to run over people or dogs because ‘you are young and it happens’ and it’s definitely NOT ok to harass/mistreat/come on to women and apologize the next day blaming it all on the alcohol.
The Love Affair with Your Mother: We all love men who are family-oriented, but when it borders on blind faith (or an excuse to run away from responsibility), then it’s just lame. Yuvraj Singh may be a dream New Year’s Eve date, but he is definitely not the guy to come home to, because we need to speak to his mom if we want his opinion.
On that note, the weekend is here: it’s time for me to sit at home, fiddling with the remote watching P/W vs. RCB, drink JD and make drunk phone calls and speak at length with my mom, cribbing about men.
But then again, I am a woman, and hence allowed my occasional indulgences…