Commitment

There was a time that if you were committed it meant a stretch in a mental asylum. It meant playing Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. It meant being a sandwich short of a picnic. Now, it just means that you're a bastard...
Why aren't women committed to drinking beer, pulling bucket bongs, having a laugh, staying in the moment, whirling whirling, freelwheeling in the life, breathless and full of Chi.
They want to go from that to arguing about the laundry. Where's the joy in that?
They want you to commit to something and a situation that will eventually make them despise you...

Do you think men are more committed than women?