Women aren't stronger.

Ever since the 70's women have been boasting their miraculous strength trying to dethrone men everywhere.  The only problem is, their weak little arms can't dethrone men simply because they aren't strong enough.

The failing argument between men and women causes the latter to fall back to their trump card, child birth.  Pushing a child out of your vagina is a miracle, I agree; it also shows us women have an extremely high tolerance for pain...  The few times they push a child out of their vagina.

And that is only if they do it naturally.

Some women are so drugged out they don't even feel the kid coming out, others opt to get the child surgically removed at the cost of a grotesque scar (but a pristinely kept hootenanny).  This hedges the number of strong women down quite a bit.

If women were truly stronger than men, their vaginas would be on the UFC.  The force of an average fighter's punch is 375 pounds-per-square-inch, meaning it'd be pretty even match between Brock Lesnar and Oprah's heavyweight hooch.

I guess I'm just getting tired of women trying to fight nature.  The sexes are wired differently, meant for different things and function differently.  If men were any good at raising children, they would be the ones doing it more often than not.  But the fact of the matter remains, they aren't good at it, just like women aren't good at being strong.


Now, commonly mistaken for being strong, being dead inside doesn't count.  I'll give it to women, they are much better at emotionally detaching themselves from something, I think they stuff that pain away in their vagina (and that's how we get queefs).  Men are stubborn by nature, our simple minds cannot fathom simply letting go of something, why?  Because we are stronger.  We'd rather not take the easy way out and let something go.  Case and point.


John McClain endured dozens of floors of Armageddon to rescue his wife of a failing marriage.


Cruella De Ville wanted to kill her puppies to make coats, emotionally removing herself from the inevitable death of the dogs in the future (and gaining awesome clothing).


The point here is simple.  We all have our strengths and our weaknesses.  A woman's weakness so happens to be her strength (or lack thereof).