The difference between men and women

I'll start--men don't cook.

[Cath also does not cook--but most rules have exceptions ]

Another exception--a good man will on cook Valentine's Day to express his love.

Women spend more time on their hair than men do (I mean more time than some of the men).

A common myth is that women talk...and gossip more than men. This is not true in my experience.....
What do you all think?

pinhedz wrote:I'll start--men don't cook.

Tell that to Escoffier, Paul Bocuse, the Roux brothers, Alain Ducasse, Marco Pierre White etc etc etc....and Rollin Post. But you were jesting, right?

Gigi wrote:A common myth is that women talk...and gossip more than men. This is not true in my experience.....
What do you all think?

You're right.

Rollin Post wrote:But you were jesting, right?

How could this topic be anything other than dead serious.

A man can parallel park in a spot so tight that after he's parked his front and rear bumpers are actually touching both the car in front of him and the car in back (I am not making this up--it was done and has been documented).

I doubt any woman has ever matched this feat.

Spaghetti Junction wrote:I know one. She plays it by ear.

Doing it blindfolded would put the men to shame.

When a woman gets a whole-body radiation scan, the radiation sensors have to be set to a more sensitive level than for men, because women are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, which is not very radioactive. Men are all made of dense muscle, which has more radioactive Potassium-40.

One time a dainty little lady (who was also a Navy Seal) had a full-body radiation scan with the equipment set on the sensitive dainty-little-lady setting. She saturated the receiver and blew the gaskets. The operators hadn't guessed that she was 110 pounds of solid beef jerky.

pinhedz wrote:A man can parallel park in a spot so tight that after he's parked his front and rear bumpers are actually touching both the car in front of him and the car in back (I am not making this up--it was done and has been documented).

I doubt any woman has ever matched this feat.

I must tell you, a while ago I did a flawless parallel park into a small space in front of my village bakery. When I got out of the car, the two guys who were chatting on the side-walk applauded.

Until car makers made it impossible to get underneath the car, I used to change the oil in the car myself.

And my husband does most of the cooking--including a big hot breakfast for the girls on Sunday morning--AND he makes the girls' school lunches.

We're anarchists.

pinhedz wrote:When a woman gets a whole-body radiation scan, the radiation sensors have to be set to a more sensitive level than for men, because women are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, which is not very radioactive. Men are all made of dense muscle, which has more radioactive Potassium-40.

One time a dainty little lady (who was also a Navy Seal) had a full-body radiation scan with the equipment set on the sensitive dainty-little-lady setting. She saturated the receiver and blew the gaskets. The operators hadn't guessed that she was 110 pounds of solid beef jerky.

this is probably my favourite Pinz post........

I'm lovin' it - it's the real thing - the original and the best

Constance wrote:

We're anarchists.

shame on you - these times need responsible people who rise to the challenge and fulfill their duties in an orderly, boring......blah blah blah

I think it's time I went to bed....hehehe

I'm losing control.....heheheeh

I don't know why I'm the only one who finds the idea of me losing control funny.......chchchchc

I guess it must get tedious for you lot when I act like such an arse......

Here's Victorian British imperialist Rudyard Kipling's perspective on the matter:


The Female of the Species

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

Back when Audrey Hepburn was here, she said that the difference is that men are handsome, unlike women, who are beautiful.