I once slid a large rock across an entire frozen lake. Please, contain your admiration
Finding a nice stick
I practiced spinning sticks so that it looks like I know what I'm doing and every now and then I even look like a cool martial artist when doing so. My wife doesn't think so but my homies got my back. I love nice sticks.
Digging a hole
Watching someone dig a hole. Or standing by the side of a hole that was just dug and commenting about the hole. Or watching construction work in a previously dug hole.
We seem to just like holes. We are simple creatures.
Love me a good hole
Bringing in all the groceries in one trip.
Although... that's a lot easier now-a-days.
I remember grocery shopping as a kid filling the cart completely full and when we went through the register it was over $100 and my mom was going jeez that's a lot of money for a lot of food. It took 3 people several trips to unload the car.
Today I go through the self checkout, get a few frozen meals, some store brand cookies, and a case of cheap beer for $80. I can carry the two bags and beer with one hand.
Surely women also love seeing large rocks fall into a lake from great height, right? This has to be just a human love.
Women love throwing paper airplanes, when it glides perfectly on the first try
I'm mostly ambivalent about it really.
Edit: am woman, still human though
"I'm making a comic about stereotypical man, but I don't know any man"
Must be a good read.
If there is a fire it must be bothered. It must be prodded several times and sticks need adding to it. The fire cannot be trusted not take care of itself.
I was going to say all men are different and you can't find something that will appeal to them all.
But then sploosh.
How does she not know any men? Suspicious.
She had two mothers and four grandmothers
Is this the dystopia (Insert anti-LGBTQ Grifter name here) warned us about?
Successfully unsticking your balls from an uncomfortable position in public with only minor leg motions
Hitting something with a ranged attack. Doesn't matter the target, doesn't matter the projectile. Basketball at hoop, dart at dart board, pee at poo stain, bb gun at empty can, snowball at tree, bullet at bullseye, it's all the same to us
Aw ya thats the shit
How can a woman make it to adulthood without knowing any men in real life?
I'm so baffled that most people reading this don't get its satire of a lot of comics, sci-fi, video games, etc but with the genders reversed and people thinking it's a reasonable position.
The author isn't being literal, they are making a joke about men who unironically say this and expect it to be considered normal.
Please don't yell at me for this I am just the messenger.
Very religious single mother with lots of money from a divorce has a daughter, sends her to a girls-only boarding school, she studies theology and joins a convent, becomes a nun - now you have a thirty-something year old woman who has never known a man on a personal conversational basis (may have seen/heard them in passing, possibly a teacher or church leader as well).
(This is most likely not the case and purely exists as a ridiculous but possible answer to your question.)
Doesn’t know any men in real life? Does she live in a nunnery?
I think this is a tongue-in-cheek jab at the very real issue of men who try to write women who literally don't have any women in their lives except possibly their mothers.
When I was a kid, my town had a bowling ball factory where they would leave the rejected balls in a big pile in back of the building, unguarded. In winter, we would sometimes nick a few and walk to one of the bridges on the local river which had iced over and drop the balls in. Dropping little rocks into water is cool and all, but absolutely nothing compares to the satisfying explosion from one of those bowling balls on ice.
Building a dam in a stream and forming a little lake. Then opening the dam and making a tidal wave.
Mmmmmm yeah that's good. Now lemme take that chunk of ice and smash it on the pavement...
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