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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMRno-eyp7ImA9WhRWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584</id><updated>2011-12-28T19:39:47.453-02:00</updated><category term="sexo" /><category term="Enquete" /><category term="Casamento" /><category term="relacionamento" /><category term="Fetiche" /><category term="Paternidade" /><category term="felicidade" /><category term="Recomendados" /><category term="mulher" /><category term="teste" /><category term="Ano novo" /><category term="Cantadas" /><category term="Conquista" /><category term="Filosofia barata" /><category term="foto" /><category term="Natal" /><category term="homens" /><category term="cultura" /><category term="internet" /><category term="Aniversário do blog" /><category term="machismo" /><category term="comportamento" /><category term="Perfil" /><category term="trabalho" /><category term="humor" /><title>Sobre homens e mangas</title><subtitle type="html">A diferença entre homens e mangas é que as mangas amadurecem.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00191003972470094434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvoObSo2t7k/TvPIQtdLGfI/AAAAAAAALLA/qKhNKHw6wdQ/s220/ZazaXmas.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/yIzRNT" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/yizrnt" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRnY4fCp7ImA9WhRXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-6061792271397129643</id><published>2011-12-27T13:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:31:27.834-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T13:31:27.834-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Grupos de homens</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/6061792271397129643/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/12/grupos-de-homens.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6061792271397129643?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6061792271397129643?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/LwK1W9tmlTc/grupos-de-homens.html" title="Grupos de homens" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qgjGXjPhrHQ/TvnkzoxX2MI/AAAAAAAABHQ/OOmkM1lPmfg/s72-c/12homens_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w7qGUtfaKC03yc785tAmN5HofM4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w7qGUtfaKC03yc785tAmN5HofM4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w7qGUtfaKC03yc785tAmN5HofM4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w7qGUtfaKC03yc785tAmN5HofM4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não sei se vocês já repararam, mas os homens têm um comportamento diferente quando estão em grupo (com outros homens). A mulher fofoca, troca ideias, dá conselhos. Os homens, quando estão com seus iguais, fazem basicamente 3 coisas: 1) Gabar-se – começa aos 5 anos, “o meu é maior que o teu” e segue pela vida afora. Quando está na sua rodinha, latinha de cerveja na mão, é a hora de gabar-se e &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/LwK1W9tmlTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/12/grupos-de-homens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YARn8-cSp7ImA9WhRXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-1970060918990288806</id><published>2011-12-19T19:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:12:27.159-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T19:12:27.159-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machismo" /><title>Macho moderno</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/1970060918990288806/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/12/macho-moderno.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/1970060918990288806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/1970060918990288806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/7EEa3tFJFtg/macho-moderno.html" title="Macho moderno" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-p9rPZhIapLg/Tu-otmPhBBI/AAAAAAAABGw/916mODdqiSA/s72-c/macho_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yk3C9awocf2WJNqIo-2pkKlgaSc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yk3C9awocf2WJNqIo-2pkKlgaSc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yk3C9awocf2WJNqIo-2pkKlgaSc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yk3C9awocf2WJNqIo-2pkKlgaSc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Macho moderno não vê problema nenhum em deixar o trabalho de casa todo para a mulher. Já não pensa como seus antecessores que “lugar de mulher é em casa”. Para ele se ela trabalhar, tanto melhor, porque sobra mais dinheiro pra gastar na “gandaia”. Macho moderno não se afasta do futebol no domingo, sai toda sexta-feira do trabalho pra ‘happy hour’ sem hora pra voltar pra casa – e a mulher que não &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/7EEa3tFJFtg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/12/macho-moderno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCQXo4eyp7ImA9WhdSGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-7346262640206490206</id><published>2011-07-29T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:11:00.433-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T20:11:00.433-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><title>Músculos X cérebro</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/7346262640206490206/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/07/musculos-x-cerebro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/7346262640206490206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/7346262640206490206?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/irM7AKdKLNA/musculos-x-cerebro.html" title="Músculos X cérebro" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-H5zzQeKJDfQ/TjIJJwM-oqI/AAAAAAAABEs/UieCmURebic/s72-c/strong_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rgDF4acVN60A7sL_MJwu14wwezs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rgDF4acVN60A7sL_MJwu14wwezs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rgDF4acVN60A7sL_MJwu14wwezs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rgDF4acVN60A7sL_MJwu14wwezs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Será que existe uma relação entre o aumento dos músculos e o embotamento do cérebro dos homens? Estava procurando para ver se havia alguma pesquisa a respeito, mas o leitor poderá satisfazer minha curiosidade. Será impressão minha ou aproximar-se de um homem malhado e fortão faz com que exponhamos nossos ouvidos aos mais variados tipos de bobagens? Sabe aquele personagem da novela das 8, o “&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/irM7AKdKLNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/07/musculos-x-cerebro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGRHo9eip7ImA9WhdTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-493429892877084625</id><published>2011-07-13T13:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:20:25.462-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T13:20:25.462-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><title>As cores para homens e mulheres</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/493429892877084625/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-cores-para-homens-e-mulheres.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/493429892877084625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/493429892877084625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/KwrC30ExLq4/as-cores-para-homens-e-mulheres.html" title="As cores para homens e mulheres" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IJW66hjr9yU/Th3Fm6b-q0I/AAAAAAAABCU/MjcenBwrJa8/s72-c/colores_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TNXAOpZ8gyJ1YfWAW7UAcRBweqU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TNXAOpZ8gyJ1YfWAW7UAcRBweqU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TNXAOpZ8gyJ1YfWAW7UAcRBweqU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TNXAOpZ8gyJ1YfWAW7UAcRBweqU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Achei esse gráfico super interessante e explicativo:   “Roubei” o gráfico do blog Testosterona, que admite ter roubado também, então ladrão que rouba ladrão… Mas o gráfico acima só serve como prova de uma teoria antiga minha: os homens não só não conhecem os nomes das cores como não as diferenciam entre si. Há umas semanas passei um esmalte branco com um craquelado azul turquesa por cima (e nem &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/KwrC30ExLq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-cores-para-homens-e-mulheres.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGQHc6fCp7ImA9WhZSFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-5846897476900392483</id><published>2011-03-29T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:35:21.914-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-29T10:35:21.914-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>O lado Mau Mau</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/5846897476900392483/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-lado-mau-mau.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5846897476900392483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5846897476900392483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/2bO61XtLHwM/o-lado-mau-mau.html" title="O lado Mau Mau" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TZHgFWexyiI/AAAAAAAABA0/epYNn-VsAps/s72-c/mau_mau_BBB11_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LdNwg8dGzlbfJ1Fxxzwlc8FzXPQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LdNwg8dGzlbfJ1Fxxzwlc8FzXPQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LdNwg8dGzlbfJ1Fxxzwlc8FzXPQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LdNwg8dGzlbfJ1Fxxzwlc8FzXPQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sabe aquele participante do BBB11 que ganhou o apelido de Mau Mau? Pra mim ele estava caidinho pela Maria, mas foi só sair e ver que ela estava dando condição pra outro participante que entrou depois que ele saiu, e ficou Mau, Mau, Mau… Indo na conversa Mas acho que o que pegou mesmo nem foi a informação que veio de fora, o que pegou foi que quando ele voltou a “galera” dele lá, aquele bando de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/2bO61XtLHwM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-lado-mau-mau.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQXw4cSp7ImA9WxFaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-9013145278911972984</id><published>2010-07-16T14:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:55:00.239-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-16T14:55:00.239-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Eu protesto!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/9013145278911972984/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-protesto.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/9013145278911972984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/9013145278911972984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/pBO1rDXlENU/eu-protesto.html" title="Eu protesto!" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS_6XrbHQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/oCrNJW3s-_8/s72-c/protesto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/97b4DJihK2Wm45RctKWKpRIbYIw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/97b4DJihK2Wm45RctKWKpRIbYIw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/97b4DJihK2Wm45RctKWKpRIbYIw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/97b4DJihK2Wm45RctKWKpRIbYIw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quando dividiram os papéis dos homens e mulheres na sociedade não me convidaram para dar pitaco, então eu me reservo o direito de protestar. Quem foi que disse que eu concordaria que no domingo eu teria que ficar o dia todo arrumando a bagunça enquanto meu marido ficaria na frente da TV vendo jogo e mulher pelada?
Quem disse que eu concordaria que para gerar os filhos isso significaria para ele &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/pBO1rDXlENU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-protesto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGQXw8fCp7ImA9WxFaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-7546509790190162091</id><published>2010-07-15T14:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:52:00.274-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-15T14:52:00.274-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamento" /><title>Nós da CIA confiamos cegamente nos homens</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/7546509790190162091/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/nos-da-cia-confiamos-cegamente-nos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/7546509790190162091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/7546509790190162091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/FGnWWyPeVTE/nos-da-cia-confiamos-cegamente-nos.html" title="Nós da CIA confiamos cegamente nos homens" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS_QulXCwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/W-ET0sLJkH8/s72-c/cache_cache.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/959ETYLgaKZPfhM9HPtvqa8uMdg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/959ETYLgaKZPfhM9HPtvqa8uMdg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/959ETYLgaKZPfhM9HPtvqa8uMdg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/959ETYLgaKZPfhM9HPtvqa8uMdg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Somos parte de um seleto grupo de mulheres que quando o marido diz que vai fazer serão não fica fazendo perguntas nem ligando pra conferir se ele está no escritório.
Quando o marido diz que aquela loura escultural que estava no carro dele em atitude suspeita é apenas uma colega de trabalho com dificuldades e que ele gentilmente levou em casa nós acreditamos piamente.
Quando o marido aparece com &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/FGnWWyPeVTE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/nos-da-cia-confiamos-cegamente-nos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQX0_cCp7ImA9WxFaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-3578270368919316548</id><published>2010-07-14T14:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:49:00.348-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T14:49:00.348-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><title>Porque eu gosto do doutor House</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/3578270368919316548/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/porque-eu-gosto-do-doutor-house.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3578270368919316548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3578270368919316548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/wTdlUzP0334/porque-eu-gosto-do-doutor-house.html" title="Porque eu gosto do doutor House" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS-hizI5GI/AAAAAAAAA-A/q26yb4ToNLg/s72-c/house5chicoul4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kkoyw3yJ_WFB07X5LhpH8n4D8X0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kkoyw3yJ_WFB07X5LhpH8n4D8X0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kkoyw3yJ_WFB07X5LhpH8n4D8X0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kkoyw3yJ_WFB07X5LhpH8n4D8X0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gosto dele porque é lindo, charmoso, inteligente. Gosto porque não é mulherengo. Gosto porque não fica dando em cima de tudo quanto é mulher. Gosto porque não mente, sempre diz a verdade, doa a quem doer. Gosto porque admite suas próprias falhas. Gosto porque quando faz uma besteira, sempre procura um jeito de consertar, em vez de jogar a culpa nos outros. Gosto porque exige de cada um só o que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/wTdlUzP0334" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/porque-eu-gosto-do-doutor-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCQXs_eip7ImA9WxFaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-5132596114455527918</id><published>2010-07-13T14:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:46:00.542-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-13T14:46:00.542-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machismo" /><title>Bem me quer, mal me quer</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/5132596114455527918/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/bem-me-quer-mal-me-quer.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5132596114455527918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5132596114455527918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/8hS2EOCbBYQ/bem-me-quer-mal-me-quer.html" title="Bem me quer, mal me quer" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS9xpvG0YI/AAAAAAAAA98/VDIP8C5o2Jg/s72-c/mal-me-quer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ym6kg-E7gn5k2lk_Si_k-rWJUSo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ym6kg-E7gn5k2lk_Si_k-rWJUSo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ym6kg-E7gn5k2lk_Si_k-rWJUSo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ym6kg-E7gn5k2lk_Si_k-rWJUSo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Você me ama ou me engana? Me ama quando me diz que não devo andar na rua com roupa apertada e decotada porque não quer que eu me exponha ao ridículo ou me engana porque quer que eu vá definhando aos poucos, enfiada dentro de casa até não me sobrar nem um naco de auto-estima?
Me ama quando me diz que não me quer fora de casa de papo com as amigas porque sente saudade ou me engana porque me quer &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/8hS2EOCbBYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/bem-me-quer-mal-me-quer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEAQXo9fyp7ImA9WxFbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-4100460311732240530</id><published>2010-07-12T14:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:44:00.467-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T14:44:00.467-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>O troco</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/4100460311732240530/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-troco.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/4100460311732240530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/4100460311732240530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/fESM1nwtJgw/o-troco.html" title="O troco" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NYDqJOBMdgLt9XfnbBQu9Asteus/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NYDqJOBMdgLt9XfnbBQu9Asteus/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NYDqJOBMdgLt9XfnbBQu9Asteus/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NYDqJOBMdgLt9XfnbBQu9Asteus/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tem mulher que dá o troco, tem mulher que se especializa em torturazinhas diárias que surtem muito mais efeito. Tá, tem mulher que quando sabe que o marido tem outra já vai logo saindo com seu melhor amigo. Mas há outras que especializam-se em tortura chinesa e ficam. 
Não perdem a chance de mencionar a traição (que perdoaram e esqueceram, claro) fazendo o marido roer-se de remorso. Que não fazem&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/fESM1nwtJgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-troco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQXk7fCp7ImA9WxFbGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-6105696438481399093</id><published>2010-07-11T14:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:40:00.704-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-11T14:40:00.704-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Com que roupa eu vou?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/6105696438481399093/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/com-que-roupa-eu-vou.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6105696438481399093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6105696438481399093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/kdmNdWQNC5w/com-que-roupa-eu-vou.html" title="Com que roupa eu vou?" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS8l3KTpsI/AAAAAAAAA94/9DAHwGwcAsQ/s72-c/organizar+roupas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0PZTlByAdfkJ8Iavk4TmpQYiNgA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0PZTlByAdfkJ8Iavk4TmpQYiNgA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0PZTlByAdfkJ8Iavk4TmpQYiNgA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0PZTlByAdfkJ8Iavk4TmpQYiNgA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Vocês não entendem porque temos tanta roupa no guarda-roupa, mas nenhuma para sair no sábado à noite, não é mesmo? Pode parecer estranho, mas para a mulher a roupa que veste é muito mais que “uns trapinhos para cobrir o corpo”. O simples fato de estar com as pernas bem depiladas dá à mulher toneladas a mais de auto-confiança. Nenhuma de nós será capaz de ir a uma entrevista de emprego sem estar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/kdmNdWQNC5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/com-que-roupa-eu-vou.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGQXw8fSp7ImA9WxFbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-6053391384244026413</id><published>2010-07-10T14:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:37:00.275-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T14:37:00.275-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><title>Isso nunca me aconteceu antes...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/6053391384244026413/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/isso-nunca-me-aconteceu-antes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6053391384244026413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6053391384244026413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/1OSNn5aKWc0/isso-nunca-me-aconteceu-antes.html" title="Isso nunca me aconteceu antes..." /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS7p0yT9oI/AAAAAAAAA90/1SX4sR0SXrM/s72-c/homem-deprimido.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAedTMMVmCtGpjKKpxIDcdrkivo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAedTMMVmCtGpjKKpxIDcdrkivo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAedTMMVmCtGpjKKpxIDcdrkivo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAedTMMVmCtGpjKKpxIDcdrkivo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Por quê é que toda vez que um homem brocha, diz: “Isso nunca me aconteceu antes.”? Fica até parecendo aquela piadinha antiga, do tempo em que virgem ainda era uma espécie procurada e valorizada:
Ela - Você é o primeiro homem de minha vida.Ele – Que bom, meu bem!Ela – É também o primeiro que acredita.
Quando o homem diz pra mulher que a primeira vez que falha é com ela, será que ele considera isso&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/1OSNn5aKWc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/isso-nunca-me-aconteceu-antes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4EQXozeSp7ImA9WxFbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-7581468355581886043</id><published>2010-07-09T14:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:35:00.481-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-09T14:35:00.481-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Homem com "H"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/7581468355581886043/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/homem-com-h.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/7581468355581886043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/7581468355581886043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/7mFJ424WOEg/homem-com-h.html" title="Homem com &quot;H&quot;" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS7HoRn77I/AAAAAAAAA9w/L73z60c9DSQ/s72-c/hhomem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qboqgx9dI0oqaQjluRaqKbXYq-4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qboqgx9dI0oqaQjluRaqKbXYq-4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qboqgx9dI0oqaQjluRaqKbXYq-4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qboqgx9dI0oqaQjluRaqKbXYq-4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não é à toa que o homem com “h” da música estava mais pra gay. Homem com “h” é coisa pra professora de português, machão que se preza tem mais é que se contentar em dar sempre a última palavra: “Tudo bem, meu bem”.
O machão está em posição de desvantagem, porque enquanto precisa da mulher pra cuidar dele, velar quando está doente, alimentá-lo, lavar sua roupa e ajudar nas despesas da casa, a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/7mFJ424WOEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/homem-com-h.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCQXo5eSp7ImA9WxFbFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-4292963945254029932</id><published>2010-07-08T14:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:31:00.421-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-08T14:31:00.421-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><title>Adoro homem bravo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/4292963945254029932/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/adoro-homem-bravo.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/4292963945254029932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/4292963945254029932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/HCWcuzQ3oMM/adoro-homem-bravo.html" title="Adoro homem bravo" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS6kmiohuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/hTwxzflD3uc/s72-c/coleira.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BMJnkK57YEFo_IjFaQgN0WHr7Aw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BMJnkK57YEFo_IjFaQgN0WHr7Aw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BMJnkK57YEFo_IjFaQgN0WHr7Aw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BMJnkK57YEFo_IjFaQgN0WHr7Aw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Homem bravo é melhor que homem manso, pelo menos você tem com quem brigar. Homem bravo “não admite” que sua mulher fique de trololó com outro homem (ele se importa), vira uma fera se chega em casa e a mulher não está. Mas aí é problema dele, se ela não está ele vai brigar com quem, não é mesmo?
Você chega em casa e ele está babando de raiva, mais perdido que cachorro que caiu de caminhão de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/HCWcuzQ3oMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/adoro-homem-bravo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4EQ3w7fCp7ImA9WxFbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-3075852255671999126</id><published>2010-07-07T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:31:42.204-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-07T14:31:42.204-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><title>Quando o homem mandava e a mulher obedecia</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/3075852255671999126/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-o-homem-mandava-e-mulher.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3075852255671999126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3075852255671999126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/l1xr3A1WbSI/quando-o-homem-mandava-e-mulher.html" title="Quando o homem mandava e a mulher obedecia" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TDS5MzjITaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/41V9NFRF_Vo/s72-c/tired_housewife.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/neU3A8brTB9nGS3RKHuq5kZFthA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/neU3A8brTB9nGS3RKHuq5kZFthA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/neU3A8brTB9nGS3RKHuq5kZFthA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/neU3A8brTB9nGS3RKHuq5kZFthA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um leitor protestou dizendo que “quando o homem mandava e a mulher obedecia” as coisas eram muito melhores. Até posso concordar, mas antes quero um esclarecimento: era melhor pra quem?
Claro, tem homem que ainda gosta de mulher submissa, porque assim tem ao menos uma pessoa que possa julgar subalterna. Tem ao menos uma pessoa na qual possa mandar. Tem ao menos uma pessoa que obedeça às suas &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/l1xr3A1WbSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-o-homem-mandava-e-mulher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHQXk6eip7ImA9WxFXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-482218530462992516</id><published>2010-05-21T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:57:10.712-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T14:57:10.712-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><title>Homem pode ser estuprado?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/482218530462992516/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/05/homem-pode-ser-estuprado.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/482218530462992516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/482218530462992516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/sJUTeWRL0Os/homem-pode-ser-estuprado.html" title="Homem pode ser estuprado?" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_bKfFEzbnqqncLPsHYLP2ag_-K0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_bKfFEzbnqqncLPsHYLP2ag_-K0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_bKfFEzbnqqncLPsHYLP2ag_-K0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_bKfFEzbnqqncLPsHYLP2ag_-K0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Estou vendo agora mesmo um episódio do seriado "Law &amp;amp; Order" e o que me chamou a atenção é que nesse caso a vítima de estupro é um homem. Contratado para uma festa de "chá de cozinha", foi chamado a um quarto para receber o pagamento e lá estava a noiva e mais 2 outras mulheres que o ameçaram com um furador de gelo, algemaram-no à cama e o estupraram. Pelo menos essa é a história dele, ainda não &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/sJUTeWRL0Os" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/05/homem-pode-ser-estuprado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMRHk6eCp7ImA9WxFSFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-882076548488056343</id><published>2010-04-16T08:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:11:25.710-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-16T08:11:25.710-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><title>Por quê os homens têm horror ao casamento?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/882076548488056343/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-que-os-homens-tem-horror-ao.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/882076548488056343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/882076548488056343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/fWZ5IcvOaow/por-que-os-homens-tem-horror-ao.html" title="Por quê os homens têm horror ao casamento?" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/S8hFz1HGCQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DRhG0m-BVTU/s72-c/casamento.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANtb68TdMNlAHtIGNPWGIBlzsuA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANtb68TdMNlAHtIGNPWGIBlzsuA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANtb68TdMNlAHtIGNPWGIBlzsuA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANtb68TdMNlAHtIGNPWGIBlzsuA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Acho engraçado que todos os homens dizem ter horror ao casamento. Basta citar a palavra e já vão logo batendo na madeira, dizendo "cruz credo, Deus me livre" e sentem pena dos amigos "enforcados". Mas o casamento não devia assustar os homens, já que pouco muda suas vidas, e só traz benefícios.
Depois de casados eles têm alguém pra tomar conta deles, já que tudo o que querem pedem para a mulher. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/fWZ5IcvOaow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-que-os-homens-tem-horror-ao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIAQXo_fSp7ImA9WxBUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-4009052072186393438</id><published>2010-02-25T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:05:40.445-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-25T14:05:40.445-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><title>Homem não tem sogra: tem aliada</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/4009052072186393438/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/02/homem-nao-tem-sogra-tem-aliada.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/4009052072186393438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/4009052072186393438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/zcP9QrqPEtE/homem-nao-tem-sogra-tem-aliada.html" title="Homem não tem sogra: tem aliada" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/S4atvWbBnWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/J8trV9XN-0M/s72-c/dia-da-sogra1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXtZ_tq4nVj2-JA-UaD8xna6ULY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXtZ_tq4nVj2-JA-UaD8xna6ULY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXtZ_tq4nVj2-JA-UaD8xna6ULY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RXtZ_tq4nVj2-JA-UaD8xna6ULY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Homem vive reclamando de sogra, mas de fato elas infernizam mesmo é a mulher (mesmo a sogra deles). Algum homem já teve que enfrentar sogra em plena segunda-feira antes da faxina aparecendo de surpresa e passando a mão em todos os móveis pra ver quanta poeira haviam acumulado durante a semana.
Homem nenhum teve que enfrentar sogra examinando golas de camisa pra dizer que “quando ele era solteiro &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/zcP9QrqPEtE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/02/homem-nao-tem-sogra-tem-aliada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHQ3k6cCp7ImA9WxBRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-5873602702174374075</id><published>2010-01-07T14:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:40:32.718-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T14:40:32.718-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filosofia barata" /><title>Causa e efeito</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/5873602702174374075/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/01/causa-e-efeito.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5873602702174374075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5873602702174374075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/gZKmjGjbxFk/causa-e-efeito.html" title="Causa e efeito" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/S0YObMaLXWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/iNAaxWZGoDI/s72-c/homem%20com%203.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JAhA5S2kZQkr0jmLp6-o7lwFxGg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JAhA5S2kZQkr0jmLp6-o7lwFxGg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Já conhecia a frágil teoria que se baseia num princípio furado da ciência do machismo, e ontem o vi em plena execução no seriado "Dalva e Herivelto", da rede Bobo. Estou falando da teoria da "causa e efeito", segundo a qual se um homem trai uma mulher é porque ela não soube ser uma boa esposa ou não atendeu a todos os seus anseios.

Sabe-se por vertentes dessa filosofia furada que "se a mulher &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/gZKmjGjbxFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2010/01/causa-e-efeito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMAQ3g_fSp7ImA9WxNTFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-6867750882909121147</id><published>2009-08-13T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:57:22.645-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-16T19:57:22.645-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>O mito do homem racional</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/6867750882909121147/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mito-do-home-racional.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6867750882909121147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/6867750882909121147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/sOvo6ZJzskE/o-mito-do-home-racional.html" title="O mito do homem racional" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/SoRH_1mdmGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lZrSgFHsLqY/s72-c/notas.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_XgOcCA7jHr4q_owvy1rUBZ7FZA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_XgOcCA7jHr4q_owvy1rUBZ7FZA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_XgOcCA7jHr4q_owvy1rUBZ7FZA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_XgOcCA7jHr4q_owvy1rUBZ7FZA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tudo bem, homem tem fama de ser racional, de usar mais a lógica que as mulheres, de ter mais neurônios ativos e tralalá pá e bola... Mas cá pra nós: será que na prática isso funciona mesmo? Eu duvido, estou pra ver bicho mais sem lógica que homem.Primeiro escolhe uma mulher bem bonita, aquela que está todo mundo de olho e se sente desfilando com ela na frente dos amigos. Conta vantagem até umas &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/sOvo6ZJzskE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-mito-do-home-racional.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IMR30yfCp7ImA9WxVUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-2961374028287221368</id><published>2009-03-16T08:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:13:06.394-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-16T09:13:06.394-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Homen no msn</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/2961374028287221368/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/03/homen-no-msn.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/2961374028287221368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/2961374028287221368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/7FbvMpWAxCA/homen-no-msn.html" title="Homen no msn" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVLEaiIQg0cuhXJnosz_otyBeo8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVLEaiIQg0cuhXJnosz_otyBeo8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVLEaiIQg0cuhXJnosz_otyBeo8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVLEaiIQg0cuhXJnosz_otyBeo8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O programa já foi o meu favorito, eu mais perdia que ganhava muitas horas lá por dia, hoje eu quase nem entro, mas toda vez em que estou no msn a minha conclusão é a mesma: os homens têm uma visão toda particular de 'pra que serve' o msn. Imaginam o programa como uma lagoa cheia de peixes e ficam só 'jogando a rede'.Salvo raras e honrosas excessões, tem cara que fica lá 'de butuca', é só entrar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/7FbvMpWAxCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/03/homen-no-msn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ER3c4eip7ImA9WxVVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-8769931508001671623</id><published>2009-03-09T10:02:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:20:06.932-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-09T10:20:06.932-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamento" /><title>Os cinco perdões em caso de traição</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/8769931508001671623/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-cinco-perdoes-em-caso-de-traicao.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/8769931508001671623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/8769931508001671623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/sLk7M4IJkh0/os-cinco-perdoes-em-caso-de-traicao.html" title="Os cinco perdões em caso de traição" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/SbUWdtwDqhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OYf8HU09yOg/s72-c/angelina-jolie-2655.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6pYISMUUtqN2ODMZpuObEcmCI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6pYISMUUtqN2ODMZpuObEcmCI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6pYISMUUtqN2ODMZpuObEcmCI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sb6pYISMUUtqN2ODMZpuObEcmCI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Traição não pode, mas há alguns seres humanos por aí que não entram na conta, tipo assim: há algumas mulheres que são irresistíveis, então se meu marido me trair com uma delas eu vou ter que desculpar, afinal são irresistíveis e se ele deixasse passar a oportunidade de avançar o sinal com elas eu ia até duvidar de sua masculinidade. Vai aí a lista das 5 mulheres, que se ele "catasse" eu ia ter &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/sLk7M4IJkh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-cinco-perdoes-em-caso-de-traicao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECQ3ozeip7ImA9WxVXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-3312607056958148379</id><published>2009-02-15T12:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:11:02.482-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-15T12:11:02.482-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Regra de três</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/3312607056958148379/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/02/regra-de-tres.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3312607056958148379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3312607056958148379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/7lxPR91pd9U/regra-de-tres.html" title="Regra de três" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4h5GVpGXprK2rPfBHhyIpK0_0bs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4h5GVpGXprK2rPfBHhyIpK0_0bs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4h5GVpGXprK2rPfBHhyIpK0_0bs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4h5GVpGXprK2rPfBHhyIpK0_0bs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A matemática funciona perfeitamente e se aplica a quase tudo em nossa vida e a regra de três funciona para ambos os sexos. Funciona assim:Você pergunta a um homem com quantas mulheres ele já transou e ele diz que transou com 9. Mentira. Divida por três.Você pergunta a uma mulher com quantos homens ela já transou e ela diz que transou com 9. Mentira. Multiplique por três.(Teoria da minha filha &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/7lxPR91pd9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/02/regra-de-tres.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQXo_eyp7ImA9WxVQGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-5651162612580997458</id><published>2009-02-05T10:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:20:00.443-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-05T10:20:00.443-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homens" /><title>Os 10 mandamentos do preguiçoso</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/5651162612580997458/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-10-mandamentos-do-preguicoso.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5651162612580997458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/5651162612580997458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/3QkTIIEAJDc/os-10-mandamentos-do-preguicoso.html" title="Os 10 mandamentos do preguiçoso" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tStmasLjIubzVSCDmlPRwwN4v7E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tStmasLjIubzVSCDmlPRwwN4v7E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tStmasLjIubzVSCDmlPRwwN4v7E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tStmasLjIubzVSCDmlPRwwN4v7E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tem homem que parece que tem amarelão, trabalha 6 horinhas e chega em casa reclamando que está esbodegado. Vixe Maria, assim vai ser corno logo, logo. Se tem coisa que eu detesto é homem mole. Se casasse com um baiano ia ser briga todo dia, a não ser que fosse com um baiano arretado! Aí vão os 10 mandamentos do preguiçoso, e olhe que eu conheço uns homens que seguem à risca, sem tirar nem por!10 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/3QkTIIEAJDc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-10-mandamentos-do-preguicoso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AEQH86fip7ImA9WxVQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138158039206196584.post-3823842826303523759</id><published>2009-02-04T10:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:15:01.116-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-04T10:15:01.116-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><title>Sobre o casamento</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/feeds/3823842826303523759/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-o-casamento.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3823842826303523759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138158039206196584/posts/default/3823842826303523759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~3/tzql-HryXGM/sobre-o-casamento.html" title="Sobre o casamento" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8ZgtLRQXz7gWHrk4C4D7sozYyCc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8ZgtLRQXz7gWHrk4C4D7sozYyCc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8ZgtLRQXz7gWHrk4C4D7sozYyCc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8ZgtLRQXz7gWHrk4C4D7sozYyCc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Os homens adoram fazer de conta que são contra o casamento. E não deveriam, porque além de continuarem a levar vida de solteiros ainda têm casa, comida e roupa lavada... e outras coisas que vocês já sabem então nem vale a pena mencionar, certo. Tipo assim, a gente não gosta de jogar na cara. Mas se é de praxe homem falar mal do casamento, então vamos lá com algumas frases que não deixam de ter &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/yIzRNT/~4/tzql-HryXGM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sobrehomensemangas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-o-casamento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

