I love a good showboater. For those of you who don’t understand the term, showboating is a manly activity that involves behaving poorly during a victory — sometimes extremely poorly.

Hell most of sporting is based on showboating; and just like sporting itself, it takes a man to do it in anyway where it’s worth a shit.

Babe Ruth, Johnny Unitas — these are the champions of showboaters who call their monumental victories in advance with the man-confidence of legend. This week I honor Lindsey “Free Ride” Jacobellis as February’s MenAreBetterThanWomen.com’s Honorary Man of the Month. A woman so committed to the man-principle of showboating that she pissed away a gold fucking medal for it.

Congratulations Lindsey! [Read more]

Any successful business venture is one of two things.

One: it offers a needed product or service at a better price or superior quality.

Two: women are whores.

What happens when you combine the two? I’ll tell you what you don’t get. You don’t get a valet service that brings a bunch of bikini clad bimbos to your house to park your guests’ cars — in a non-euphamistic sense.

How’s that for a door prize?

“What did I win, Mr. Masteron?”

“Dings all the fuck over your Hummer! Thanks for coming!” [Read more]

You know what kind of lame feminist bullshit I hate the most? Feel good, horn-trumpting, back-patting, we didn’t do shit but we deserve a parade, lame feminist bullshit.

Wait a minute. That’s everything that comes out of a feminist’s big fat mouth. [Read more]

Since I began the Honorary Man of the Month program (in which an ordinary woman can honorarily have the prestige usually saved for men for a fleeting moment), I have never thought that Carmen Electra would not be among the herd.

This month she has done a man-deed by outing prostitutes worldwide while participating in a charity auction. The auctioned prize: a date with Carmen Electra. The price: high enough so that Miss December “actually felt obligated to, like, sleep with the guy.”

Brava Madam. By the way, when I said prostitutes earlier, I was talking about all women. Every single woman on Earth is a prostitute. Most are just lousy at it. [Read more]

There was a time when women would stand on street corners for something other than prostitution. They would stand in droves and chant silly rhymes and riddles in the cold, burn undergarments — some would even hold signs proclaiming loudly to the world that women were “equal” or as “able” as a man.

It was a silly time to be sure, and it was also a much different time to today.

Women still stand on street corners for reasons other than prostitution (even though this particular one is dressed like one), but when they hold up signs they say things like:

“Need $$ for BOOB JOB.”

With that, please welcome November’s Honorary Man of the Month! [Read more]

From the point of view of a sportsman, there is nothing worse than watching children at play. Unforced errors, misunderstandings of basic rules and protocols, a complete disregard for fundamentals; all of these and more plague little leagues across the Earth. However, as a man, there is nothing more fulfilling than watching these same children playing in a league that is all their own — free to excel and set the bar as they see fit in a system that’s bent over backwards to suit them.

That’s exactly how I feel about Hilary Clinton being inducted into the Women’s Hall of Fame.

Women have a hall of fame? Isn’t that cute. [Read more]

Making up his mind is one of the most powerful tools in a man’s Man Bag. With it we have put men on the moon, we have won Super Bowls even though the point spread was hugely against us, and we have cured Syphilis for all genders. A made up man-mind equals determination and determination in a man’s man-world equals progress. It’s called logic.

Part of the reason why you can open a history book and have zero chance of finding a woman on the page is that women can never make up their fucking minds on anything. Ask a woman any question at all, from what she wants for lunch to whether or not she wants to actually retire from the Supreme Court or just jerk the media around and get a bunch of women’s lib attention. Each time you ask, she’ll give you a completely different answer. [Read more]

Did anyone know that a woman raced in the Indianapolis 500 this year? I sure as shit didn’t. For those of you who are not racing fans, the Indianapolis 500 is the biggest car race for men in America. In some circles it’s bigger than the Super Bowl, Kentucky Derby, and the Mint 500 smashed into one glorious wreck. It is a grueling, several-hour test of skill and dexterity that challenges not only one’s physical and mental stamina, but also their ability to endlessly turn left.

Turn left?

Women have been shit at that since the yellow light was invented. [Read more]