When I was first in college, some friends and I formed The Men’s Club, in which we got together and drank beer and smoked cigars. Sadly, that was pretty much the extent of our activities; the club had formed because one of my male friends had decided that our female friends were too dominant over us, however we could think of nothing else that would distinguish us from them. It was a short-lived experiment. That was the year a lot of things were starting to hit home for me orientationwise, but I was pretty sure I still liked women more than beer or cigars.

Anyway, here are the words to our secret theme song, which we all promised never to reveal:

Men men men men
Men men men men
Men are better than wo-men
Men men men men
Men are better than wo-men

I don’t know how convincingly we were able to bellow this considering the particular men involved, but there you are.