Im quoting Nancy completely in this post…i could not have put it better myself:

“ Young Ones

Look out teenagers there’s a new kid in town, the threenager. Looks like the rest of the world has finally caught on to what women my age have known for decades. Men in their thirties behave like teenagers (threenagers), they don’t want the responsibility of a mortgage and/or kids. Don’t bother with finding their true identity and have a lack of perspective for the future. Granted, they have money and most of the time their own place, but still. They copy kids in what gadgets & which brands to buy, what clothes to wear etcetera. The term threenager is mostly used to describe toddlers aged 3, that are still having the terrible 2 tantrums, but basically is correct for this group too, don’t you think? They have a fit when they don’t get what they want. They want to be fed at set times and try to rule your life ;-)A shout-out to the threenager:Surprise yourself. Surprise me and the women of the world. Pull up your pants. Better yet, buy pants that fit. Scrap the Jay-Z cap. Borrow a tie for absolutely no reason and wear it like You Da Man. Because it’s that frickin’ simple. You Da Man, and not Da Boy, if you carry yourself with respect and treat other people with respect and LOOK PEOPLE IN THE EYE and STOP SHOWING YOUR BUTT CRACK. You could wear your grandmother’s lace doily on your head and no shirt and lederhosen with patent leather stilettos, and if you treated people well and dropped the surly act, you would STILL be Da Man, and you would get Da Girls. And I would like you too, although I would worry about your nipple ring getting caught in your lederhosen suspenders.

Grow up already and enjoy life as a thirty-something man. Share your interests and your feelings, but obviously not too much we women still want to have the corner market on crying for no apparent reason 🙂 Just because you’re in your thirties doesn’t mean you suddenly have to become a stodgy stickler with sock-suspenders on. Act your age and you’ll experience things you haven’t before. There’s a whole unexplored world out there for you. Let go of the “ I –need-to-date-a model” fancy and see the real women that are out there for what they are. WE ARE NOT TOYS, to be discarded when you’re finished playing with them.Love girls well. Love them honestly. Or don’t love them. And tell them that, gently but assertively. Then walk away, never once talking trash about them. It’s pretty simple: If you don’t love them, don’t stick your boy parts into their girl parts. Be better than that.

I’m guilty of my own judgment and criticism. I was on that winking-eye, smart-ass headline bandwagon too. And, for better or worse, I succeeded in giving some of the Adult Adolescents an encouraging pat on their smart asses while wryly saying, “go buy something, will ya?” Henceforth I’ll try to better myself as I look forward to seeing some of you Adult Adolescents or threenagers or whatever the hell you want to call yourselves, GROW UP. I can’t wait, but won’t hold my breath. “

Nancy my dear, you ROCK!!!!!
Until later.