I've seen the devil, and his name is Dr. Paul De Sousa.
In a nutshell, a human embryo has been created without sperm.
I'll let that sink in a little.
(whistle, whistle, [kicks the dirt] hum dee dum, whistle)
Men, are we screwed or what? Totally, and never again, screwed.
Considering our tendencies toward body odor, televised football and underwear skid marks, there is a good chance that THIS is a breaking point. A moment in time when we reach an epiphany... an understanding that, as a species, we're done.
Why would women even need us? We have body hair, some have been power-mad egocentrists... and we can't do laundry, we just can't. There are very few reasons for our beautiful, smart and clean smelling counterparts to even glance our way.
So what do we do? I suggest we all take a lesson in humility and start smiling at The Women more. Much like a child who has done something wrong, let's dust the living room, pick up dishes and clean our bedrooms... and when they ask why, we'll just smile and say "because I love you, that's all."
And I imagine that those of us who are still, already, or again, single... are the most completely screwed among us.
Don't get me wrong, there will be a few solid reasons to keep us around. Organizing the garage. Mowing the lawn. Cooking with a grill. Changing oil. It will also be incumbent upon us to teach The Offspring how to play catch.
As for our status in society, we'll be less meaningful than a castradi in a strip joint. Not to mention there will BE no more strip joints.
And to think the person who made this happen was a man. Traitorous bastard. He probably wears panties.
The winds of change are blowing, boys. Gusting even.