“Sorry about not calling. I started dating a girl but it didn’t work out. She was crazy. Wanna grab a beer?”
“I dated my ex for three years. She was bat shit crazy.”
Who are these crazy women? Or is it just one crazy woman making the rounds? I think not.
Women are rarely crazy. How many female serial killers do you know? How many female peeping Tom-ettes have you heard in the news? See? We’re pretty peaceful by nature. Now I’m sure there are crazy women out there. And maybe you don’t have to be admitted to the psychward to be considered, “crazy.” I’m not saying we’re a perfect gender. But men’s idea of crazy is usually our idea of getting the balls to tell it like it is.
“Good for you!” we cheer when our girlfriend tells us she finally told her beau off for not calling when he said he was going to.
“Brava!” we yell, when she says she told him to go fuck himself after he told her she could stand to lose some weight.
The only crazy thing about women is how long we go before saying what’s really on our minds. Because we were worried about the reaction we were going to get. Because we didn’t want to cause a scene. Because we were worried about his feelings. Because he’ll change. That’s crazy. Maybe even bat shit.
So boys, was she really crazy? Or did she give up the crazy around the time you two broke it off? Shhhh shhh, honey. That was rhetorical.