I was puking over the ropey railing with my girl holding my hair.

(I have long hair, jealous? It's curly and strong, and flows down from my head over my shoulders in a cascading grace of swirling luxury.)

I felt worse than before. Not because of the drink but because I had once again demonstrated my fallibility. Apparently taking two consecutive snakebites is a bit too much for a body to handle. Especially when your first ever one sends you into a coma of sorts and knocks you down for several hours.

"What a guyish thing to do." I thought. "What a typical male archetype kind of behaviour to display in front of a woman and a tribe of tree people because of your own, stupid insecurity."

Isn't it funny how guys always try to prove how strong and cool they are? Especially in situations that have them completely overwhelmed? As if bashing your head into a stone wall is going to make it easier to climb. Or put you in a better mental capacity to look for a doorway. Men always try to challenge the world that scares them so. As if being a thick headed asshole is going to make you braver and more capable than you actually are. Maybe it does, though.

My girl looked at me tenderly, as if forgiving me for all my boorish behaviour. As if she found it cute. She probably did.

Thank God for women, ey? That for all the wisdom and power they posses they somehow feel attracted to these inferior, hairy, stupid beasts. As crude and ugly as women are elegant and beautiful. They probably see a confirmation of our vulnerability in our feeble attempts to deny it. They love us for it. That reminder that although in men’s minds we somehow managed to create a 'man's world', it would crumble in a day without the loving support of women.

They allow us to exist in that dream state of ignorance. We need it. Everything that's manly about manfolk needs that constant delusion that we are strong and independent. Like a small child on a bike that's unaware of the rod sticking from the back which the parent is firmly holding.

How an amazing and stellar contradiction. That society's idea of the sexes somehow came to be that men are strong, while they're actually so very weak. And women are fragile while they're actually so very strong. That they would carry the burden of that fantasy is just another testament to their superiority.

Would you trade positions? Manly readers? Would you take on the plight of being considered lesser, knowing you are better? Would you agree to unequal pay and constant scorn and bully from a being more ugly, less sophisticated and stubbornly egotistical than yourself? Would you? Really?

Maybe it's time to deal with our insecurities ourselves, finally. Step away from leaning on women for our self-assurance. And mother fucking finally create a world where he and her are equal.