Grace – Thanks. That’s hilarious. I posted it to my FB so that everyone will have it stuck in their heads today!!

Julia – Well wasn’t that careless of your mom not to organize the sex of her babies a little better? And when she had everything else worked out so well, too. Tsk tsk tsk

Julie – Yes, there certainly ARE a lot of surprises aren’t there? And it just keeps getting more and more surprising as the years go on!!

Brett- Ya it’s an accident like your kids playing soccer in the living room and breaking a lamp is an accident.

I’m happy that you’re all girls too… because I wouldn’t want to marry myself, I’m too damned hairy

It is easier (biologically) for guys to shrug off the responsibility, I agree – that’s what a good lawyer is for (is there a good lawyer? Well, if the lawyer is making sure that deadbeat dads are paying, she’s a good lawyer in my book…)

CP – You should never let things like your work and family and life interfere with your blog reading. It’s just not good for you.

Loth – Where indeed? The Thing is a gift. It really is.

Betsy – And you can always be 100% sure those kids are yours! Can he say the same thing? Ha ha.

Savanvleck – I don’t know. If the brain wasn’t directly connected to the dangly bits, I suspect men would just all have to find jobs in harems where they’d engage in passive, mindless activities like fanning us with palm fronds and peeling us grapes.

Friar – They are now! Nyah-ha-ha.

Brett – Thanks Brett. I think you’ve made us all happier than ever that we’re girls.

Ramblereed – Ya, that must be fun – creating children all over the place that you have no responsibility for and never see. But you know what? With great responsibility also comes great joy – joy so far beyond the few seconds of joy you experienced with your quick shag, you have no idea. It’s just too bad that the poor kid will never really understand how much better off they were without you in their lives.

Brett – Ya, some parental unit suck big time. But Ramblereed is right – it’s still way easier for a guy to shrug off that responsibility than it is for a girl.

Stefania – Sex? What ARE you talking about? This book has nothing to do with sex. Just what kind of school do you think I went to anyway? No. No. It was all just a big advertisement for Kotex with a little fallopian tube/uterus information thrown in for reference.

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I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at the term “accidental children”, and I know you explained what you meant and there have been some great comments here, but for some reason I was thinking about those Reese Peanut Butter Cup commercials…

“Your chocolate’s in my peanut butter!”

“Hey, your peanut butter’s in my chocolate!!!”

As if the two lovebirds would say, “hey, how the hell did *that* get in there?”

Well, duh… mix batter in a bowl and you’re probably going to get a cake.

(With serious hat on now) speak for yourself, I say, as a father of four…

Who also knows a local woman who has now twice, not once, but twice become pregnant by a different man each time, come running home to mommy to deliver the new child, then returned back to the big city and the party life.

I have seen the older of the children asking why his mommy doesn’t love him, and why he has to live with grandma.

Irresponsible parenting is sexless.

(Though it is more likely to be the man, I’ll say that.)

#2 – conversation is just one form of communication. Perhaps we *like* to communicate with our fists, our cars, and our urination habits.

Seriously, ladies, cut the crap – stop trying to *describe* your emotions to me in words, if you hate me, just punch me in the face already…

For pent up stress, see #1…

#3 – I can wear a kilt, wigs, make-up if I please, thank you very much.

#4 – laser hair removal. ‘Nuff said.

#5 – athletic cup, supportive underwear etc. – at least I won’t get a black eye or throw my back out if I go jogging in my birthday suit (this one goes out to all the double-D’s)

#6 – neither do I, but then again, I jerk off about twice a day. Hey, I have four kids, what kind of sex life do you think I have???

#7 – this one is just too easy, I live in an Eastern Ontario hick town, I’d either flash around a lot of money, or hang out at the local saloon around 1 or 2 am and pick up the drunken cougars. I could score *every single night of the week*. Hey, no one said it had to be a lay to be proud of…

#8 – I can do that around my kids, and they don’t mock my sexual orientation. Next!

#9 – I don’t have to lift heavy stuff either. I’m not allowed to do that where I work, I fill out a work request and schedule a labourer to do it for me. For anything at home, well, I have four kids to do it for me.

#10 – you can have The Thing, he’s a big, dumb, stupid orange guy with rocks for skin.

Dumbest. Superhero. Evar.

(PS – I liked your post, so I thought I’d put a silly comment for each of your points…)