I am not a huge fan of the “bros mock aging single woman who spent her fertile years pursuing sterile sex with men out of her marriage range” genre. It’s sad and cruel.
Still, though, as the pickup artists of the 2000s hit their 30s and 40s, still single and childless, and are forced to either enter a fake and gay Xtian redemption arc or keep grinding that organ, though the monkey’s no longer dancing-the monkey’s furry little body’s gone cold!-they’re good for a sensible chuckle or two.
I am not a huge fan of the “bros mock aging single woman who spent her fertile years pursuing sterile sex with men out of her marriage range” genre. It’s sad and cruel.
Still, though, as the pickup artists of the 2000s hit their 30s and 40s, still single and childless, and are forced to either enter a fake and gay Xtian redemption arc or keep grinding that organ, though the monkey’s no longer dancing-the monkey’s furry little body’s gone cold!-they’re good for a sensible chuckle or two.