taste test

male psychology

female psychology

is it really true that men cannot understand women?

is it really true that we, as males can understand nothing at all about women? is it true that we can not understand anything at all about the female gender whatsoever? yes, i know that we cannot know everything, but that hardly means that we cannot understand anything. we have mothers. some of us have sisters and daughters. some of us guys even have wives. yes, we are not women. yes, we never were little girls, but why does that mean that we cannot know anything at all? can anybody ever really know anybody? can talking to anybody really reveal anything? will asking females about what they are like really produce anything that we could understand? can we even know what our own gender is like? are we every male on earth? why do we have to know everything to perfection? perhaps women and girls are more fascinating because we can know so little about their gender, but that does not mean that we cannot understand anything at all.

Annabel Lee

Annabel Lee

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.