There are times, numerous for that matter, that I despise being female. From the ever so cliché reason pertaining to the monthly visit to the complex argument of being the subordinate sex, at moments I find myself wishing that I’m the bloke who plays video games for hours without even bothering to take a bath. Or the douche who wears too much hair gel who thinks he’s all that – forgetting about the fact that he’s got no money in his wallet. Scratch the last bit. Not even in my wildest dreams.