Excerpts from "The Rants", by Dennis Miller

 
 I know the myth is that men want Traci Lords in the bedroom,
 Julia Child in the kitchen,
 Hazel around the house,
 Lesley Visser during a game,
 Mary Poppins for the children,
 Cha Cha Muldowney in traffic,
 Dr. Quinn, Medicine Chick when we're sick,
 Mary Richards at work,
 Mother Theresa when we come home with leprosy,
 Gertrude Stein in conversation,
 the body of Sophia Loren in 'Boy on a Dolphin'
 combined with the voice of Sade,
 and to top it all off,
 the IQ of Anna Nicole Smith, because of course we don't want to feel too
 threatened.
 
 So if that's the myth of what we want, what's the reality?
 
 Well, first put that Cosmo article down right now and back slowly away
 from the magazine. Now go to the window and take a deep breath.
 
 You must clear your head of bullshit articles like "How to Trick Your Man
 into Cooking Tex-Mex." Trick me?  How about asking me?  And then I'll be
 able to tell you I don't have a fucking clue what Tex-Mex is, okay?!
 
 All right, I'm not supposed to do this.  I'm not supposed to reveal the
 master list to all you non-tripods, but what the hell; here goes:
 
 Here's what men want from women.  One through Ten:
 
 ONE- We want you to understand that we don't give a shit about clothes,all
 right?  Yours OR ours.  All we need is one pair of tennies and one pair of
 church shoes.  That's it.
 
 TWO- Don't talk to us while the television is on, all right? Very simple:
 Television is off, we talk.  Television is on, we don't talk.
 
 THREE- When you're behind the wheel of a car, if you want to get
 aggressive,  that's fine, but don't give somebody the finger and expect
 me to defend your honor when Steroid Lad comes over swinging a pair
 of nunchucks, all right?
 
 FOUR- Would it kill you to watch 'The Godfather' with me for the
 fifty-seventh  time?
 
 FIVE- Hey I'm sorry, but some of us see a beautiful sunset and think, "You
 know, I betcha my accountant is boning me up the ass."
 
 SIX- You go see Nell by yourself, all right? I met enough chicks like that
 at The Drink when I was single.
 
 SEVEN- Have a sense of humor.  Without a sense of humor, a relationship
 lasts about as long David Duke at a Black Panther meeting.
 
 EIGHT- Work out your job-related anger before we have sex. Just because
 Helmut, the office boy, brought you the *cup* of lima bean consomme
 instead of the *bowl* of lima bean consomme from Soup Plantation, I don't
 want to end up in the friction burn groin ward at Cedars-Sinai, all right?
 
 NINE- Don't ask us to cry.  As much as you say you want us to cry, you
 don't really want us to cry.  You hate it when we cry.  I've  tried crying
 in front of my wife.  She enjoyed it for about thirty seconds and then
 started thinking, "Why in the fuck did I marry this hamster?"
 
 TEN- be patient.  Hold us.  Love us unconditionally.  Help us out of this
 testosterone-induced fog we dwell in and lead us into the light.  Or if
 that's asking too much, how's about a big sloppy blowjob once in a  while?
 

 
 Equal time -- Here is what Dennis Miller says women really want....
 
 ...Does size really matter? I don't know, what do women want?
 Nowadays it seems like they want....other women. No, uhh....some women
 want zero from a man, and others want lots of zeros from a man.
 
 
   Let's see, the myth is that women want...
   Brad Pitt in the bedroom,
   Brad Pitt in the kitchen,
   Brad Pitt around the house,
   Brad Pitt during a game,
   Brad Pitt when they're sick,
   Brad Pitt in conversation,
   the body of Brad Pitt in 'Legends of the Fall'  
   combined with the voice of Brad Pitt, and to top 
   it all off the IQ of Fabio on two bottles of NyQuil.
 
  Another myth is that a woman must be married by a certain age or she'll
  never find stability.  Hey, I've got news for you, ladies: looking to men
  for stability is like going to Crispin Glover for psychoanalysis, all
  right?
 
  And yet a third myth is that men think that women like guys who are
  dangerous.  As a result, guys will often smoke cigarettes, drink too much,
  and ride a motorcycle without a helmet. Women don't like guys who  are
  dangerous.  Women want us to think that because women are trying to kill
  us.
 
  Now I'll be the first to admit that men's advice on women is about as
  reliable as an M-16 in the mud, but this is what I kinda sorta, maybe
  think women want from men.
 
 
  ONE- Foreplay is not a privilege; it is a birthright.
 
  TWO- If you take her out to a fancy restaurant, don't try to subtly steer
  her away from the lobster, Diamond Jim.
 
  THREE- Quit blowing smoke up women's asses about the sanctity and power
  they possess as lifegivers and come up with some decent affordable child
  care.  That way, maybe poor single mothers can go to work and get off
  welfare and we won't have to listen to any more assholes in Congress
  blathering about orphanages.
 
  FOUR- Equal work for equal pay. Look around you at work, guys. Look at...
  say  Carl, the brain-dead jackoff in the cubicle next to you.  You could
  kill Carl,  couldn't you, because he's a slacking, worthless, total idiot.
  Now imagine making 30 percent less than Carl.  Hellooo....
 
  FIVE- This is very important:  During lovemaking: Don't ask, "Who's your
  daddy?" Even as a joke. All right?  It's not funny.
 
  SIX- When her mouth moves, pay attention, words could be coming out.
  Words are kind of important.
 
  SEVEN- Pass a law that makes it compulsory for all over-the-hill rock
  stars to have women their own age in their videos.
 
  EIGHT- Don't ask her if she came. You're a big boy now, Clouseau, you
  should know if she came.
 
  NINE- Don't tell her how to merge and she won't tell you to ask for
  directions.
 
  TEN- When she catches you cheating on her and cuts off your dick in your
  sleep, take it like a man.
 
 
 So, guys, at the end of the what women want is this: equal pay, fair
 treatment, respect, patience, sensitivity, passion and a genuine effort
 at understanding who they really are.  Or if that's too much to ask, how
 about a big fucking diamond the size of your head?