If a lad complains about going down, no matter how innocently or slightly, he's sleeping on the couch for a month.
The new world order.
We can argue about pussy confidence versus vaginal hubris all night long long, but when it comes right down to it, that thing might as well have teeth and frothing with rabies to sensibly deter one of us from taking a stand against it, for all the fear and loathing it generates, no matter how justified.
It's all about marketing.
Either will put a bad taste in your mouth, but one is mandatory and the other is once a year after you've done something above the call of duty like cleaning out the garage with out having a shoe thrown at you first.
