It's 9:21, and I am contemplating a second cup of coffee, but more importantly, I'd like to comment on the staggering differences between the female species and her counterpart, my kind. To me, it seems that the real distinction is in the female's inability to comprehend why the male is so inclined to adventure and the male's inability to fathom a cocktail event where ceaseless chatter is overlapped by incessant giggling and gossip. Give me another sip of beer and it's on to the game, but with the female, they are contented to analyze/dissect/discern meaning from previous interactions with the enigmatic male, or what's more, their cunning and contemptuous competitors of their own breed. Nobody dislikes a female like her female nemesis, making her competitor all the more desired for gossip and slander.
On the other hand, the male can be very simply defined as a paleolithic rogue, tuning out all chatter like turning the dial from static on the radio. The male cannot--at least most of the time--make sense of female speak, as often feminine speakers overlap sentences (speaking at the same time) while still carrying the conversation further not hindered or disturbed by interruption. The man, I think, is fundamentally inferior in intelligence in this regard, incapable of processing information and shifting cultural vernaculars at such incredible speed. Instead, the male considers the conversation superfluous, often not even picking up that the conversation is, indeed, concentrated on his pathetic and mindless disposition. Crack open a beer. What's the score?
In essence, the female is complex, interwoven with intelligent design, while at the same time tapped into crucial emotional sensibilities, while the male is undoubtedly interwoven with thoughts that add up to this: the game is on today, what will I eat?.....maybe I can have a beer later?.... isn't there a game on tonight?......tomorrow I'm going golfing.......and I hope I can skip church. She won't let me.
Until next time, dear reader.
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You would enjoy the book "Men are like Waffles, Women are Like Spaghetti"
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