It’s as if you took the words out of my own mouth.

I know I hate it everytime I go into Barnes and Nobles and all of the women at the chick-lit section are whistling at me as I pass them en route to the computer books.

“Hey, honey, what’s that your packing inside your pants — all of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood Books at once?”

It’s embarrassing.

I got to Supercuts for a trim and suddenly a feel a female hand feeling me down my back, and I hear a throaty Kathleen Turner-type voice saying:

“Never…and I mean never trim your back hair. That’s what a REAL man is supposed to have.”

It’s humiliating.

It’s especially bad since I moved to Los Angeles. I can hardly go shopping at Ralph’s Supermarket without some female “producer” offering me a part in her “low-budget” film she’s shooting in her apartment in the Valley.

I’m more than just a pretty face!

Meme, we have so much in common. When are others going to realize that we are human beings, not just sex objects!

By the way, that photo of you is incredibly hot!

Wait. That post was meant to be ironic. Never mind.