What's been bothering me lately

This WILL sound silly. I'm warning you.

Alright, so you all probably know that I've been developing some sort of general hate and feeling of disgust towards men for a while now. And I know that it's just a phase. It will all get back to normal one day. Until then, I must explain what this is all about and what's happening in my feeble brain.
Even though the relationship between men and women has drastically changed in the past 100 years, I'm not sure it's better... Women babble more these days(they used to do that back then as well, but now they do it in front of men too!) and I'm POSITIVE that 99% of the straight men out there don't really want to listen to our inner problems, for they can't understand them, or they simply don't feel the need to do so. I think I would like to live in a world that resembles the interwar period. Good music, good manners, chic clothes, elegant way of speaking and general classiness.
Yes, I know that some men used to cheat on their wives back then too. And that some women used to have affairs with other men. But there was more respect in the air somehow. I don't know. I'm sure I could be convinced that I'm totally wrong. I just feel that I don't belong anywhere and everything makes me sick. Especially thinking about men and their idiotic needs. And don't you DARE say that women have these needs as often and as intense as you do, because that might be true, but only in the world of prostitution and females with hormonal problems.

It's tiring but I can't help myself. Everytime I see an interesting guy, after a few seconds some strange little person appears from out of nowhere and whispers into my ear "Don't be fooled by his appearance, he's a jerk like all the others. If he'd get to know you, he'd only want you as a notch in his bedpost." and I start feeling nauseous and having a panic attack(hmm although I think that one of its symptoms is nausea). When I'm thinking about famous persons, actors for example, I don't see them the same way because I only see their talent. Sure, I'm sometimes saying to myself "Oh, GOD! He's gorgeous!! I'd do him" (of course, I WOULDN'T! I'm frigid right now) but I ...oh, I don't know....I have the impression that most of my favourite actors have pure souls and believe in true love and all those silly little NON EXISTENT facts that so often appear in bed time stories.

It's a never ending conflict with reality and no one will surrender. Reality won't accept your childish dreams and you won't accept all its gruesome sides.

The conclusion?

I should probably occupy my time with lots of things that will spare me from thinking about my innerself.

Toodles!