We are making men, it's crazy. We give them gifts, compliments, we men have become almost finals, known to us.... A round of applause... We earn more than they are, not Noah in the fall with the skyline, and we, alas, now it's not to love, not to the snot and porvannykh tights. We too have become strong now, the male of the same genus as mammoths... Forgotten. And if in the past, then repeated the trust these days these things beaten. We are making men... Go crazy, but in their eyes, any not worthy. I would get married, yes I'm the only one. And I'm a really easy.