Os clássicos (2)

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!

Their heads are full of cotton, hay and rags!

They're nothing but exasperating, irritating,

vacillating, calculating, agitating,

Maddening and infuriating hags!

(…)

Why can't a woman be more like a man?

Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;

Eternally noble, historic’ly fair;

Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.

Well, why can't a woman be like that?

Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?

Can't a woman learn to use her head?

Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?

Why don't they grow up - well, like their father instead?

Why can't a woman take after a man?

Men are so pleasant, so easy to please;

Whenever you’re with them, you're always at ease.

Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?

- Of course not!

Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?

- Nonsense.

Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?

- Never.

Well, why can't a woman be like you?

One man in a million may shout a bit.

Now and then there's one with slight defects;

One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.

But by and large we are a marvellous sex!

Why can't a woman behave like a man?

'Cause men are so friendly, good natured and kind.

A better companion you never will find.

If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?

- Of course not!

If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?

- Nonsense.

Would you complain if I took out another fellow?

- Never.

Well, why can't a woman be like us?

[de «A Hymn to Him», My Fair Lady]