Have you ever seen a 120-pound girl tackle a bouncer?

Picture this: a cute blond with messy dreadlocks smeared across her forehead. She’s dressed for the bar and reeks like booze. She flies through the air at a surly bouncer twice her size.

“I’ll kill you,” she yells.

With one fluid motion, the bouncer catches the flailing girl in mid-air and dumps her to the ground. He pins her face to the concrete with his knee.

“Calm down,” he says. “Calm down.”

The girl continues to writhe and kick, eventually twisting into a position where she can clamp her teeth on the poor guy’s knee.

“She’s biting me,” the bouncer announces matter-of-factly, a stunned look on his face. “This girl is biting me.”

After convincing her friends to drag this girl home, the bouncer shakes his head and walks back into the bar chuckling to himself.

“I think I’m in love,” I say to my friend Lisa, as I sit down at our table.

“Why are you so attracted to fucked up girls?” she asks.

I honestly don’t know.

There’s been a lot written about girls’ attraction to the proverbial bad boy. But what about when the genders are switched?

It seems to me like these days more of my girlfriends have become hard-drinking, promiscuous versions of the rebel boys of yester-year. Meanwhile it seems like us guys are turning a little, well, female.

I remember the media creating a huge fuss when girls overtook boys in elementary school work. These days, an increasing number of women are taking over traditionally-male careers. I have female friends working as accountants, forestfire fighters, doctors and lawyers. And that’s the way it should be.

But what about men’s bad habits?

More and more, I hear of girlfriends dumping their over-attentive or too-serious boyfriends to maintain their independence and freedom. They drink until they black out, they get into fistfights, they’re scared of settling down. Girls are picking up all the neuroses and vices of their male counterparts.

And babies? Forget it.

“I’m never having kids,” three young women repeated to me verbatim over the course of one afternoon. Granted, we were lifeguarding a pool of 13-year-old shit disturbers who couldn’t seem to follow simple rules and seemed intent on torturing us — but still.

A friend of mine turned down a marriage proposal the day before she left for an eight-month trip to Australia and Southeast Asia. Her boyfriend, an attentive older dude who was hopelessly in love with her, took her to a chalet in Whistler and sank down to one knee.

“Put that away,” she said.

Within weeks, she was partying hard and having a beach threesome in Oz. Every week I’d get a Facebook message about some new boy she’d met. The messages usually incorporated phrases like “living it up” and “best sex of my life.”

Last summer, I briefly dated a girl who told me she would “never” consider having kids and that she viewed marriage as a humiliating defeat.

Though I pretended to be chill and casual, I was the one crying when she disappeared to Turkey, Lebanon, Jordan, Syria and a random assortment of other countries.Sometimes I feel like one of those army wives left behind while her husband fights overseas. Most of the women in my life have little or no use for a man. They have careers, a rockin’ social life, ambitions. Why screw it up?

If I ever have a daughter, I’m happy I’ll be introducing her to a world that doesn’t automatically condemn her to a domestic life as some guy’s slave, but gives her an opportunity to live her life however she wants to.

Even if that involves getting into street fights with bouncers.