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While Max may have been growing as a character, her opinion of the male psyche and sex drive has remained largely unchanged. Of course, this is largely an outcropping of her philosophical axiom of there being no real dividing line between humans and animals.
I imagine many dudes would feel insulted by Max's simplistic characterization here, but to be honest, I wouldn't be. Dogs are rad for a variety of reasons, and I would consider being compared to a particularly well-trained one a compliment.
And, of course, it's less insulting once you finish the obvious corollary - if men are dogs, then women surely must be cats.
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(Thursday evening, INT: Overdrive Computers, back room)
GU: It's just... I can't understand the mindset. In what conceivable scenario would I respond to a random groin picture with "hey, nice penis, let's meet up for coffee"?
MH: Oh, Gina, Gina, Gina, Gina. Boys... boys are simple creatures.
LH: You can say that again.
MH: Hush, you.
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MH: Y'see, boys are like dogs. Some are good dogs, they've learned a bunch of tricks because they're eager to please. Some are bad dogs... but even the bad dogs aren't that bad, they're just trying to assert dominance in their own lives. But really, both good dogs and bad dogs are the same animal, they want the same things.
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MH: They want attention. They want praise. They want their basic physical appetites to be met. That's it. A dude sends you a dick pic, I guarantee you, it's not because he's trying to gross you out and it's not because he's not expecting you to jump on it. He's just playing, like tug of war with a chew toy.
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MH: And if you had played along - or, better yet, responded in kind - you'd be dragging him to the altar by the aforementioned handle as we speak. And I, for one, would be happy to assist as your bridesmaid.
EB: Note to self: double-check aisle-walking instructions.
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