The gentle man.

Yes, i did mean to write gentleman that way.



Basically the way i came about to writing this blog, is me and alex decided that we would write a blog based on a random search article on wikipedia. What came up; gentleman.



So the gentleman. Not really something you come across much in the modern day. And honestly, not that much in history either. You wouldn't exactly call Henry VIII a gentleman after what he did to Anne Boleyn and her cousin Katherine Howard would you?



Anyhow. To be a gentleman these days.



Honestly. My experience with blokes this year has proved how much 85% of our male generation only care about sex. Just when you think your on the path to finding a faith and love in a good, respectable guy, they go and treat you like shit. It's a secret no-one tells, one day it's heaven, one day it's hell.
No fairytale, take it from me.
But as a female, i am left wondering why guys feel the need to treat girls this way. Power? Something to boast about to their mates? Or are you all just plain bored? Threatened by the uprising in female rights? Because i want to know. We are no game. And i have declared war on these men. The men who think they can get away with this digusting behaviour. Believe me, i am not going to stand by and watch you hurt my friends, or to be honest, anyone. I am not backing down. Expect a mouthful, for your things to be burnt, for a sharp, hard, kick in the nuts. I vow to make your lives as difficult as i can possibly manage. You are not gentlemen. You are the opposite. Hideous, disgraceful, pathetic, excuses for men.

Thing is. Some of you are quite clever. As friends, you excel, you hold doors, you're there for us when things go wrong and you couldn't put a foot wrong. But if you decide you want more, you decide you want sex. And then fuck my life do we have problems.

Really, the gentleman is dying out with our grandparents. Replaced by a male generation fuelled by the economy driven by money, and of course not forgetting that side dish of steamy hot sex, meaning;
- Office sex for quick relief (because men cannot multitask, and therefore cannot pin a job and a relationship down at the same time),
- Buying your way out of a marriage once your in it (Hefty divorce settlements, for those who have tried and failed at the above.),
- When manners mean sending your secretary a polite note reminding her to send the right gift with the right name to each of your 12 women over christmas,
- Alcohol becomes the excuse for all your mistakes, because otherwise what other excuse do you have for not being your usual overworked, grouchy, but of course professional self. However, your kids may not take kindly to the whole 'daddy was whore' line,
- The stock exchange figures are strangely beginning to resemble how many women you 'got through' this year,
- Women serve two purposes; to work at that desk, and to bend over it.

Total gentlemen, the lot of you.
Grow up.