Men are dogs. Who's training them?

Women, as a species, thrive off of attention. That is a fact. Any attention is acknowledgement and acknowledgement is flattering. You can act repulsed by the creep ball slobbering all over you at the bar, but the fact is without him you would feel inadequate. If you were to walk into said bar and were not harassed by the inebriated swine spewing testosterone, the first reacton would not be relief but perplexity. Every time we roll our eyes in disgust at those desperate simple minded creatures that are men, it's just reassurance that we are worth the attention.. In short: We're f***ed up.

         The problem with this, aside from the obvious, is that because of the need to feel secure we start to use men as tolkens of addequacy and dismiss the fact that they are humans with feelings and debateable intellectual capacity.

       This is the reason "nice guys finish last". When we are doted on and treated the way every woman claims to deserve to be treated, we are given the reassurance. Once that happens, another tolken is gained and we no longer need the attention of that man. so like the rest of the respectable, good, rare breed of men, we kick them to the curb and leave them wondering what is wrong with them, while we venture on to pursue the tool bags who will never give us the attention we want to be reassured. Why would they need to? They have  constant flow of beautiful, insecure women pining after them with the dream of being the one to tie them down: The ultimate tolken of adequacy. 

      The cycle is vicious and the underlying problem is the disease of insecurity plaguing women and the most destructive yet most ignored side affect is that we are slowly destroying all of the men that we claim are "no where to be found". but the they can't be found. atleast until we are secure enough to take them from the curb where we left them and accept the love and respect they have to give because we have already found adequacy in ourselves.