Friggin Pigs

Guys are pigs. Maybe not all guys, but from what I've heard, it seems that for most guys, their heads are like a hard porn tape 24/7. And I don't want to be a feminist here. Believe me, the last thing I ever want to be or sound like is sound like feminist because I just don't believe that we're being oppressed by having men breathe. However, I feel so disillusioned; so fucking jaded. I mean, I don't hate the male population (I can't because I love Tom Welling so much), but I'm just disappointed. And I'm not trying to be condescending or rude or man-hating. But, it just ruins that childhood fantasy. It messes up everything the stupid romantic comedies ever represented and most of the female population fell into. It just makes me sad, that's all. It's my fantasy to join a punk band and fall in love with the awesome drummer-sensitive-hot-poet-guy with the dark skin and dreamy sideburns. Call me crazy. I always thought I'd meet someone who's all about debating the philosophies of Ayn Rand or something, or make quips about characters in a book. But it looks like that's never going to happen. People might already know this, I might just be late with everything. Hearing what I've heard, how can I not let go of these perceptions? Really, I'm not trying to hate on guys or say that they're all perverts and only think about getting head and getting laid. Because I'm a writer enough to know that any sentence with the word "all" is already a fallacy. I hope it is. Because this is just making me really sad. I was really looking forward to the intellectual drummer guy...=(