why girls are

We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only
to find anything that comes in contact with those tender,
blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the
almighty,uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys
in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner).
Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we
get the hormone crankies,have to wear little mattresses between
our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't
even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having
sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a
ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right
and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse),leaving
us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers
and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning
over Brother John.Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we
are) , we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us
steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder! if
we're having Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole
and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment
arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst
right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon
feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER.Then it's huff and puff
and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs.
Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10 ) good push,"
warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the ** (and hubby)
square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb
bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all
at that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into
walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop
machines.

The teen years. Need I say more?


The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual
prime in our early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his
18th birthday. Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause,"the
Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the HR. and chance
cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether
Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and
pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men
get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to
pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me. Send
this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least
make them laugh a little...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby.

By your complete posting I would gather that you hate being a woman.

make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little...

Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, about this post made me laugh. I thought it
was very pathetic and very sad. If this is how you REALLY feel about
yourself or women in general, you are truly sad and pathetic yourself.

I suggest you romp on over to some hate newsgroups where some people might
actually appreciate your negative point of view. This newsgroup is very
positive with alot of women you love motherhood and being a woman. Don't
bring down this positive group with your sad negativity.

Actually this did make me laugh and is right on target on how I feel lately.
--
Sue (mom to three girls)

"lauraacker" wrote in message
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We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only
to find anything that comes in contact with those tender,
blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the
almighty,uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys
in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner).
Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we
get the hormone crankies,have to wear little mattresses between
our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't
even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having
sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a
ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right
and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse),leaving
us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers
and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning
over Brother John.Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we
are) , we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us
steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder! if
we're having Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole
and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment
arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst
right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon
feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER.Then it's huff and puff
and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs.
Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10 ) good push,"
warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the ** (and hubby)
square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb
bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all
at that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into
walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop
machines.

The teen years. Need I say more?


The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual
prime in our early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his
18th birthday. Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause,"the
Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the HR. and chance
cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether
Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and
pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men
get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to
pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me. Send
this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least
make them laugh a little...

ChitaShines writes:
: Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
: a tad crabby.

: By your complete posting I would gather that you hate being a woman.

:make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little...

: Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, about this post made me laugh. I thought it
: was very pathetic and very sad. If this is how you REALLY feel about
: yourself or women in general, you are truly sad and pathetic yourself.

: I suggest you romp on over to some hate newsgroups where some people might
: actually appreciate your negative point of view. This newsgroup is very
: positive with alot of women you love motherhood and being a woman. Don't
: bring down this positive group with your sad negativity.

Nice rejoinder. I am glad a woman said it!

Larry,
A man who was dumbstruck by the tirade!

(lauraacker) wrote in message . com...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me. Send
this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least
make them laugh a little...

Um, laugh why? I usually laugh at things that are funny.

Beth

"ChitaShines" wrote in message . com...
Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby.

By your complete posting I would gather that you hate being a woman.

make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little...

Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, about this post made me laugh. I thought it
was very pathetic and very sad. If this is how you REALLY feel about
yourself or women in general, you are truly sad and pathetic yourself.

I suggest you romp on over to some hate newsgroups where some people might
actually appreciate your negative point of view. This newsgroup is very
positive with alot of women you love motherhood and being a woman. Don't
bring down this positive group with your sad negati

UMMMMMMM... I really think this was meant as a joke. Maybe you need to
take a chill pill!!

"R. Roberts" wrote in message
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"Elizabeth Reid" wrote in message
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(lauraacker) wrote in message
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Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me. Send
this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least
make them laugh a little...

Um, laugh why? I usually laugh at things that are funny.

Beth

You guys are way too uptight!

Translation: If you don't enjoy MY sense of humor, there's something WRONG
with you.

"Elizabeth Reid" wrote in message
om...
(lauraacker) wrote in message
. com...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi
a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me. Send
this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least
make them laugh a little...

Um, laugh why? I usually laugh at things that are funny.

Beth

You guys are way too uptight!