Discussion for article #237415
Sometimes I feel that men long to have a separate society where they can do whatever they want without the “distraction” of women…
Of course we all know what’ll happen if that happens.
It’s the nose hairs…gotta be the nose hairs.
Fuck yeah! Who needs porn when you’ve got this to look at?
I don’t care if you’re a Nobel laureate; you’re also a knuckle dragging nitwit.
I think he’s confusing women and other men with himself.
I’m pretty sure the Curies would disagree with this fool.
I dunno. When I was a kid I dreamed of a world where I was the king of only topless women. No other men.
To be fair I nearly failed a chemistry exam in grade 12 because the student teacher was wearing a miniskirt. But I was you know 17 at the time. Which was of course my fault not hers.
Gotta admit, they are impressive.
This guy must be a geologist who has been living under a rock. How does he not know that it may be two guys falling in love with each other in the lab? Doughtful, but maybe someday he’ll have a feeling and want to cry. And yes I can see why he has a problem with woman; give the man a mirror so he can see the problem!
Biochemist. Besides, he can’t hide out under a rock. That’s Patrick’s house.
Nah, he’s just a huge narcissist and can’t IMAGINE anyone not being, like, TOTALLY in LOVE with him.
(and when he finds out they are not he persecutes them endlessly for their lack of taste in men.)
“Let me tell you about my trouble with girls,” Hunt said at the
conference. “Three things happen when they are in the lab: you fall in
love with them, they fall in love with you, and when you criticize them
they cry.”
Bullshit.
This guy never visited my lab. For 30 years there was a majority of women in my lab. No hanky panky and no tears as a result of criticism. What a fuckwad comment from that guy.
Diss the girls
make him cry-- or resign–whichever comes first.
Isn’t it your parents’ fault that you were 17?
In Tim’s lab-topia I assume there is zero chance of men falling in love with other men?
My eyes adored you. . .
Touché.