Blastcurves(The lonely plight of the strictly dickly)

I wish I could ease their pain(yeah, I stole it from "Field of Dreams", you got a problem with that?), all those women who are so lonely or frustrated or whatever they just want to turn into a red baby face and bawl it all better, and I guess it helps some, but the crux remains; men are the enemy and the ally both. The one who makes life worth living, or makes you wish you were dead; but I guess that goes both genders ways. Then why do all my sympathies lie with women? Oh yeah, because we lie cheat steal and kill for it, then leave it lay.