Wrap your Head Around Some Roadkill Banter

One of my favorite things in the world is banter. Banter between men and women. that serves no purpose, because no point is really ever proven.  The different perspectives and opposing, unheard-of arguments can be down-right hilarious. And though there may be some leeway in both directions, a bit of compromise if you will, there definitely is no unanimous 'correct' answer or agreement. (I wonder what side most gay people take - still half and half?) And like a thirsty vampire looking for its next drop of blood, I search for such enraging topics that will segregate us from one another, forcing us to figure out a way to WIN. Win and rub it in for always. (but that's a topic for another blog)

I heard a radio show clip the other day, talking about the push and pull game we all play in relationships. Also known as cat and mouse, we chase one another in a means to impress or woo or prove our worthiness to the other person. The way the conversation was shaping up on this top-40-overplayed-crap-music radio station, was essentially re-iterrating the fact that men LIKE to chase women. The comparison made, was that men are hunters by nature - and they want to go out and hunt. That the chase pleasurable for them and they enjoy it. 

The dude was re-emphasizing the testosterone-driven-accomplishment that men feel for achieving the seldom-possible task of winning the girl over.  His female counterpart on the opposing microphone was trying to make sense of the fact that women shouldn't be 'easy to get', shouldn't make themselves readily available, but instead continue making dudes 'work for it'. The man goes on to say that no hunter, when going out with his shotgun, looking for that juicy piece of meat, would stop on the side of the road to take home the roadkill, because the roadkill was too easy to come by, and the roadkill held no challenge.

REWIND.... 'wait, did they just compare women, and aquiring women to roadkill?' I asked the boy who's hand I was holding at the time. 'Yup...yup they did' he says simply.

Take a breathe.

Let that all sink in. 

And once you've wrapped your heard around it,  you can push this joke to an EVEN MORE disrespectfully-uncomfortable spot,and start comparing picking up girls to clubbing seals... 'you just hit em on the head and drag em home, that's why dudes like chicks with long hair' (said people that will remain nameless) WELL, that steps over the line. And we as equals playing a game of flattery and intrigue and seduction can banter no more. Because really, what is there to say to counter-act that? Beyond the point of no return. Wow. 

One point mens team for the WIN. Hand-holding........off.