Man or Boy?

Boys play house.
Men build homes.

Boys "shack up".
Men get married.

Boys make babies.
Men raise children.

A boy won't raise his own children.
A man will raise someone else's.

Boys invent excuses for failure.
Men produce strategies for success.

Boys look for someone to take care of them.
Men look for someone to take care of.

Boys seek popularity.
Men demand respect and know how to give it.

Boys go with the flow.
Men stand out and make a difference - no matter how big or small.

Boys want the benefits of adulthood and the freedoms of childhood.
Men take on the responsibilities of both.


I found this on a picture post on Facebook.
And women?
What are your thoughts on women vs girls? Can we make another post? :)

Comments

  1. GodsgirlSaturday, March 10, 2012 12:50:00 pm

    I have finaly figured out what you meant by 'the buttons' XD

    Hmm...a girl one, yes :)

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  2. Purpose Proposed Saturday, March 10, 2012 10:22:00 pm

    What about this? ;)

    Girls play house.
    Women run house.

    Girls "filrt".
    Women get married.

    Girls want babies but not the sacrifice.
    Women serve their families and others.

    A girl needs someone to raise her.
    A woman will raise others.

    Girls think they have to be pretty.
    Women know what beauty means, and encourage others to see true beauty.

    Girls look for someone to spoil them.
    Women look for someone to take care of.

    Girls seek popularity.
    Women deserve respect and know how to give it.

    Girls go with the flow. Women reach out and make a difference - no matter how big or small.

    Girls want the benefits of adulthood and the freedoms of childhood.
    Women take on the responsibilities of both.

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  3. abbykauttSunday, March 18, 2012 8:49:00 pm

    That's great Janie!! :) And I like the one about girls/women

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