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Sometimes when I’m sitting on the toilet, contemplating man’s nature (keeping my parts from bumping up against the inner lip of the toilet seat), I realize that I understand very little about women, the extent of my knowledge being that they sometimes grow mustaches.
Humans will never build perfect robots because of our own pre-programmed flaw, that one inapplicable question we can’t help but always ask - man or woman?
Jo got me thinking, and since I’m too lazy to try to figure out the survey/voting tool that lurks around here somewhere, I’m taking it straight to scrine: a) What’s your gender and b) in your links, favorites or frequently read list (you decide which is appropriate), what’s the ratio (or raw number) of female bloggers to male bloggers?
In one corner of the room the women could be seen, huddled together, quietly dissussing elasticity, while across the room, in the corner furthest from the window, the men had also gathered, albeit more loosely, to fold their arms across their chests and silently worry about rigidity.
Being a hater of pink, I was pretty interested when Keith hinted that historically pink was not always associated with girls, so I tried finding some answers, but a lot of the links associated with this point of view, particularly the most frequently referred to, but rarely linked, website Gender Specific Colors seem to have run screaming out of the room like a crazed girl wearing one too many pink ribbons in her hair.
I just discovered that a regular reader who, for reasons in retrospect I can’t fully grasp, I was sure, for years, was a woman, is in fact a straight married man with a baby; even though he did absolutely nothing to knowingly mislead me, I still feel betrayed.
I’m not sure I’d do it to my kid, but I’m kind of glad that Jessica Simpson had the balls to name her daughter “Maxwell Drew Johnson.”
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