I like women. I respect women. Some of my best friends are women. But sometimes, I’m still a pig.
I try to be a gentleman — treating women as ladies and respecting them as equals — but sometimes my smartass side comes out inappropriately. See, there’s an example of my piggishness, I shouldn’t be using a-- in such company but I did anyway. I’ve had a number of women in my life who have told me to clean up my language, from my mother on down, and yet I still use dirty words. Sorry, Mom, I’ll try to do better.