They can be beautiful and captivating, driving men to make themselves better, and bring beauty into the world through their work. They can also be treacherous and hysterical, driving men to ruin and quagmire.
They can make you wonder if you're awake or wish you weren't alive. They're both the best and worst things to happen to a man.
At the end of the day, you just take the good from the bed and roll with it. They are not men, not even close, but that's okay. Being mad at a woman for not being a man is like being mad at a dog for not being able to talk.