By Dave Barry
I believe that, in general, women are saner than men.
For example: If you see people who have paid good money to stand
in an outdoor stadium on a freezing December day wearing nothing
on the upper halves of their bodies except paint, those people
will be male.
Without males, there would be no such sport as professional lawn
mower racing.
Also, there would be a 100 percent decline in the
annual number of deaths related to efforts to shoot beer cans off of
heads.
There would be no such words as "wedgie" and "noogie."
Also, if women were in charge of all the world's nations there
would be, (I sincerely believe this) virtually no military conflicts,
and when there were a military conflict, everybody involved
would feel just awful and there would soon be a high-level exchange
of thoughtful notes written on greeting cards with flowers on the
front, followed by a Peace Luncheon (which would be salads, with
the dressing on the side).
So I sincerely believe that women are wiser than men, with the
exception of one key area, and that area is: clothing sizes. In
this particular area, women are insane.
When a man shops for clothes, his primary objective-follow me
closely here-is to purchase clothes that fit on his particular body.
A man will try on a pair of pants, and if those pants are too
small, he'll try on a larger pair, and when he finds a pair that
fits, he buys them. Most men do not spend a lot of time fretting
about the size of their pants. Many men wear jeans with the size
printed right on the back label, so that if you're standing
behind a man in a supermarket line, you can read his waist and
inseam size. A man could have, say, a 52-inch waist and a
30-inch inseam, and his label will proudly display this information,
which is basically the same thing as having a sign that says:
"Howdy! My butt is the size of a Federal Express truck!"
The situation is very different with women. When a woman shops
for clothes, her primary objective is NOT to find clothes that
fit her particular body. She would like for that to be the case, but
her primary objective is to purchase clothes that are the size
she wore when she was 19 years old. This will be some arbitrary
number such as "8" or "10." Don't ask me "8" or "10" of what;
that question has baffled scientists for centuries. All I know is
that if a woman was a size 8 at age 19, she wants to be a size 8
now, and if a size 8 outfit does not fit her, she will not move
on to a larger size: She can't! Her size is 8, dammit! So
he will keep trying on size 8 items, and unless they start
fitting her, she will become extremely unhappy. She may take
this unhappiness out on her husband, who is waiting patiently in
the mall, perhaps browsing in the Sharper Image store, trying to
think of how he could justify purchasing a pair of night-vision
binoculars.
"Hi!" he'll say, when his wife finds him. "You know how sometimes
the electricity goes out at night and . . ."
"Am I fat?" she'll ask, cutting him off.
This is a very bad situation for the man, because if he answers
"yes," she'll be angry because he's saying that she's fat, and
if he answers "no," she'll be angry because HE'S OBVIOUSLY LYING
BECAUSE NONE OF THE SIZE 8's FIT HER. There is no escape for the
husband. I think a lot of unexplained disappearances occur
because guys in malls see their wives unsuccessfully trying on
outfits, and they realize their lives will be easier if, before
their wives come out and demand to know whether they're fat, the
guys just run off and join a UFO cult.
The other day my wife, Michelle, was in a terrific mood, and you
know why? Because she had successfully put on a size 6 outfit.
She said this made her feel wonderful. She said, and this is a
direct quote: "I wouldn't care if these pants were this big (here
she held her arms far apart) as long as they have a '6' on them."
Here's how you could get rich: Start a women's clothing store
called "SIZE 2," in which all garments, including those that were
originally intended to be restaurant awnings, had labels with the
words "SIZE 2." I bet you'd sell clothes like crazy. You'd
probably get rich, and you could retire, maybe take up some
philanthropic activity to benefit humanity. I'm thinking here of
professional lawn mower racing.
Copyright c 1997 The Miami Herald
The following is actual text from a 1950's Home Economics textbook
intended for High School girls, teaching how to prepare for married
life.
Now the updated version for the '90s woman.
Collection of short funny quotes...
You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but
you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb
guy.
I want to have children, but my friends scare me.
One of my friends told me she was in labor for 36
hours. I don't even want to do anything that
feels GOOD for 36 hours.
I figure that if the children are alive when I get
home, I've done my job.
My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or
have a child. We can't decide to ruin our carpet or
ruin our lives.
I was on a date recently, and the guy took me
horseback riding. That was kind of fun, until we ran
out of quarters.
This guy says, "I'm perfect for you, 'cause I'm a
cross between a macho and a sensitive man." I
said, "Oh, a gay trucker?"
He tricked me into marrying him. He told me he was
pregnant.
I've been on so many blind dates, I should get a
free dog.
Never lend your car to anyone to whom you have
given birth.
If high heels were so wonderful, men would be
wearing them.
I base my fashion taste on what doesn't itch.
I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you
can ride on.
I would love to speak a foreign language, but I
can't. So I grew hair under my arms instead.
I look just like the girls next door . . . if you happen
to live next door to an amusement park.
I'm not offended by all the dumb blond jokes
because I know I'm not dumb...
I found out why cats drink out of the toilet. My
mother told me it's because it's cold in there. And
I'm like: How did my mother know THAT?
I think - therefore I'm single
Received from an English Professor:
You know that book Men are from Mars, Women from Venus? Well,
here's a prime example of that. This assignment was actually turned in
by two of my English students:
Rebecca - last name deleted and Gary - last name deleted
In-class Assignment for Wednesday
The average woman would rather have beauty
than brains, because the average man can see
better than he can think.
A man went to the doctor's. The doctor came in and said,
"well, I've got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is
that you have an inoperable brain tumor. The good news is our hospital
has just been certified to do brain transplants and there has been an
accident right out front and a young couple was killed and you can
have whichever brain you'd like. The man's brain costs $100,000 and
the woman's brain costs $30,000."
The patient could not help but ask, "Why such a large difference
between the male and the female brain?"
The doctor replied, "The female brain is used."
WHAT WOMEN SAY & REALLY MEAN:
CAN'T WE JUST BE FRIENDS?
I JUST NEED SOME SPACE.
DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS DRESS?
NO, PIZZA'S FINE.
I JUST DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND NOW.
I DON'T KNOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
COME HERE.
I LIKE YOU, BUT...
OF COURSE I LOVE YOU.
YOU NEVER LISTEN.
WE'RE MOVING TOO QUICKLY.
I'LL BE READY IN A MINUTE.
OH, NO, I'LL PAY FOR MYSELF.
OH YES!!! RIGHT THERE!!
I'M JUST GOING OUT WITH THE GIRLS.
and I also know that I'm not blond.
English 44A
SMU
Creative Writing
Prof. Miller
Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The
process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting
to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first
paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph
and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will
then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to
re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story
coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been
reached.
There is no way in hell I'm going to let any part of your body touch
any part of mine, again.
... without you in it.
We haven't had a fight in a while.
... you cheap slob!
I just don't want you as a boyfriend now.
I can't believe you have nothing planned.
My puppy does this, too.
I don't like you.
... just not in that way.
You never listen.
I'm not going to sleep with you until I find out if this guy at the
gym has a girlfriend.
I'm ready, but I'm going to make you wait because I know you will.
I'm just being nice; there's no way I'm going dutch.
Well, near there; I just want to get this over with.
We're gonna get sloppy and make fun of you and your friends.
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