Musing on Men who Need Midol

Men, I never want to hear another complaint about how moody and hormonal women are or can be, how we missed our dose of Midol for the morning, how it must just be "that time of the month."

Every day is "that time of the month" for men, it seems, and because they're men, they think they can get away with it. Being an ass is not interchangable with machismo, guys.

There's the guy in front of me at a hotel who didn't make reservations at the height of tourist season and/or whatever event happens to be in town, but he wants to throw a temper tantrum at the desk clerk because he didn't get a room on the ground floor, facing the direction he wanted, close enough to the pool so that he can waddle to it without getting out of breath, etc. That man needs a Midol.

There's the guy who's going to teach a life lesson to the waitress, in charge of ten tables, who gave him the wrong salad dressing, heaven forbid. That man needs a Midol.

There's the co-worker (and we all work with them), who, no matter what has happened that day, it just hasn't gone the way he wants it to. And whether it was your fault or not, he's going to treat you as though it was your fault. And God help you if you have to ask him a question or ask him for help in anything. A heaping serving of condescention, anyone? That man needs a Midol.

There's the codger who, on graduation weekend, can't fathom why a bunch of 20-somethings might want to get together for a barbecue in someone's back yard and play some music til 10 or 11 at night ... so he calls the cops. That man needs a Midol.

Stock up, men. As far as I can see, men tend to be a woman's #1 reason for taking Midol ... and the more men take it, the less we women might have to.