If I’m So Crazy, Then Why Do People Keep Having Sex With Me?
Satire from The Onion…
You know, I’m getting really sick of this. I am a perfectly normal, fully functioning adult, and yet it seems like every other day someone tells me that I need to get professional psychiatric help and probably be put on some sort of medication. Well, if I’m so batty, then answer me this: Why do so many men have sex with me every week?
Most people don’t even know how to respond when I bring up that important little fact. Because what can you say in the face of such hard evidence of complete normalcy? Of course, I get the occasional “Gina, listen to me, you’ve got histrionic personality disorder and you have an excessive, self-destructive need for attention, negative or otherwise.” But please. If that’s what you think, then how do you explain the men practically lined up around the block to hook up with me when I’m wearing next to nothing and dancing on a barroom pool table at three o’clock in the morning?
You’re trying to tell me they would approach a complete lunatic?
Give me a break.
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