OMG WTF NYT?!?!

Project update: fuck it.

I was flipping through the New York Times today and stumbled across this article (login required, if either of you two need it, I can give you mine). It's about "Man Dates" and chronicles this "new" phenomena. Don't even fucking get me started on this....oh wait...point of no return...looks like it's already started, so here it goes....
They define Man Date as:

"a man date is two heterosexual men socializing without the crutch of business or sports"

Oh shit, i am apparently on an eternal "man date" since i don't have business lunches and i don't follow sports....well fuck a duck....I guess i AM on the dating scene! Thanks NYT!

and the fucking geniuses go on to say:

"(Women understand this [emotional support from these interactions] instinctively, which is why there is no female equivalent to the awkward man date; straight women have long met for dinner or a movie without a second thought.) "

Aren't women so great? This article clearly chronicles why: they are not fucking morons as we men apparently are. They can 1) eat and 2) watch things....both comfortably and easily...effortlessly....they thus have an obvious advantage over us (and also apparently lesbians, as implied by the statement)

No, wait, there's more:

"Some men avoid dinner altogether unless the friend is coming from out of town ....."

(anorexia? poor confused, starving fuckers)

"Other men say dinners may be all right, but never brunch, although a post-hangover meal taking place during brunch hours is O.K. "The company at that point is purely secondary,"

"But there is something kind of odd about splitting a bottle of wine with a guy."

HOLY SHIT, GET SOME BALLS [figuratively]. It always seems to amaze me how much people [mostly men] are uncomfortable with their sexuality. What? Are they worried that they'd be sharing a bottle of wine with their guy friend and accidentally put his cock in their mouth?!? (sorry, about the profanity, but i'm riled up) And why the fuck is being gay such a horrible thing that you spend 99% of your day trying to make people think you aren't? Get over it.
If you like men, great! enjoy brunch...marigold kitchen is the greatest place for that. If you pretend you like women, but really like guys...apparently all you have to do is go to dinner...poof...your fuckin outed chief, deal with that, byotch.
And for all the men that I've apparently dated while in Madison....I'm sorry I misled you. I have been taking you all out, having non-sport, non-business conversations; often drinking together; often having brunch (i'll admit, I was NOT EVEN ONCE hung over); talking about music, film, literature, and [gag] our personal lives. We've gone to shows together. We've laughed together. I'm sure we've heard a cello together at least once. And shared the dull shifting glow of candle light (or at least candela light) together. But I misled you this entire time...these were not dates to me...the thousands of these episodes were just as friends. Not once did I ever imagine thrusting my hands down your trousers.

okay, maybe once.