If you haven't tried the stuff at right, I strongly recommend you do so. Normally I've found that flavored vodkas remind me unpleasantly of cough syrup. But the good folks at Grey Goose seem to have figured out how to make it work. It's not medicinal at all, and leaves a nice hint of pear that doesn't linger past its welcome. I also enjoy their lemon and orange flavored vodkas - but stay FAR AWAY from the vanilla Grey Goose, it is just APPALLING.I've said it a number of times - if there were a third gender for the current two to choose from, odds are men and women would rarely hook up. (Except maybe when they're super-wasted or something.) Men wouldn't have to try to understand the inscrutable mysteries of the female mind, and women wouldn't have to put up with men's immature nonsense.
Slate talked about a study not long ago which indicated that girls do better in single-sex schools, while boys do better in a mixed-gender environment. Apparently boys disrupt the classroom with their zany, testosterone-fueled antics. I didn't read the study itself because I wasn't in the mood for sixty pages of sociology, but I have to wonder if maybe trying to impress the girls was the cause of both their disruptive behavior and their improved performance. (Although how acting like an idiot is supposed to impress a girl is beyond me. Half the stuff I've heard of boys doing to impress girls doesn't sound likely to impress anyone with any kind of common sense: they're trying to demonstrate qualities they think they'd be impressed by if they were girls. And oddly enough, girls aren't just boys with breasts - a fact for which I am personally very grateful.)
Personally, I'd have expected both genders to do better in single-sex environments, particularly during the hormone-addled adolescent years. I know I'd have been able to pay a lot better attention post-puberty without all those girls around to be distracted by. Up through sixth grade, I was worried about keeping as far from those cootie-carrying kissy-faced freaks as possible. A summer later, those same cootie-carrying kissy-faced freaks had somehow turned into complete and utter goddesses. And it was my mission in life to worship them - usually from afar, but ideally in as close proximity as possible. In high school, I probably spent more time ogling the cheerleaders than actually paying attention in class. (Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put athletic young girls in fitted sweaters and miniskirts, sit them next to teenage boys, and expect the boys to actually learn anything other than "girls are HOT"? Remind me to send them some champagne or something.) Lucky thing I learn quickly and test well, or I might have had to repeat a grade or three.
Another study cited by MSNBC today suggests that men sleep better when sharing a bed with women, but women sleep better without their men. Again, it seems like men need women more than women need men. Expect to see a lot more fish selling their bicycles, gents.
I can't speak for the female side of that equation, but I know I sleep a LOT better when there's a woman next to me. (And no, gutterbrains, it's not from post-coital exhaustion.) I don't have to be holding or even touching her, just as long as she's there. I just feel safer, more whole, even more normal when there's a woman next to me: having a woman present just feels right on a very profound level that I have trouble describing.
Imagine that: me, at a loss for words.
And I'm back.
Anyway, so we men keep women from sleeping well, hinder their education, and generally irritate the crap out of them all through life by being immature, inconsiderate jackasses. But they continue to put up with us anyway - at least until that third gender comes along.
Slate talked about a study not long ago which indicated that girls do better in single-sex schools, while boys do better in a mixed-gender environment. Apparently boys disrupt the classroom with their zany, testosterone-fueled antics. I didn't read the study itself because I wasn't in the mood for sixty pages of sociology, but I have to wonder if maybe trying to impress the girls was the cause of both their disruptive behavior and their improved performance. (Although how acting like an idiot is supposed to impress a girl is beyond me. Half the stuff I've heard of boys doing to impress girls doesn't sound likely to impress anyone with any kind of common sense: they're trying to demonstrate qualities they think they'd be impressed by if they were girls. And oddly enough, girls aren't just boys with breasts - a fact for which I am personally very grateful.)
Personally, I'd have expected both genders to do better in single-sex environments, particularly during the hormone-addled adolescent years. I know I'd have been able to pay a lot better attention post-puberty without all those girls around to be distracted by. Up through sixth grade, I was worried about keeping as far from those cootie-carrying kissy-faced freaks as possible. A summer later, those same cootie-carrying kissy-faced freaks had somehow turned into complete and utter goddesses. And it was my mission in life to worship them - usually from afar, but ideally in as close proximity as possible. In high school, I probably spent more time ogling the cheerleaders than actually paying attention in class. (Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put athletic young girls in fitted sweaters and miniskirts, sit them next to teenage boys, and expect the boys to actually learn anything other than "girls are HOT"? Remind me to send them some champagne or something.) Lucky thing I learn quickly and test well, or I might have had to repeat a grade or three.
Another study cited by MSNBC today suggests that men sleep better when sharing a bed with women, but women sleep better without their men. Again, it seems like men need women more than women need men. Expect to see a lot more fish selling their bicycles, gents.
I can't speak for the female side of that equation, but I know I sleep a LOT better when there's a woman next to me. (And no, gutterbrains, it's not from post-coital exhaustion.) I don't have to be holding or even touching her, just as long as she's there. I just feel safer, more whole, even more normal when there's a woman next to me: having a woman present just feels right on a very profound level that I have trouble describing.
Imagine that: me, at a loss for words.
And I'm back.
Anyway, so we men keep women from sleeping well, hinder their education, and generally irritate the crap out of them all through life by being immature, inconsiderate jackasses. But they continue to put up with us anyway - at least until that third gender comes along.
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The penultimate sentence says it all.
And yet.
And yet, indeed.
...and yet we have not yet invented a sex toy that will kill the spider in the upstairs bathroom, mow the lawn and get the gross stuff out of the garbage disposal.
;)
It's all true though. My husband was saying almost the same thing the other day. "How come when I go out of town, you sleep like the dead, but when you're out of town, I become a complete insomniac???"
So what would we call this elusive third sex? And what would we do with it?
Hmm. I'm not sure what we'd call this third sex, or what we'd do with them.
And being a male, since I'm getting far and away the better deal out of the current arrangement, I'm not sure I'd want to put a lot of effort into figuring that out. ;)
Ahhh... high school when I could look at women all day. I don't remember learning anything though. College... I remember thinking 60% of biology majors are women...nice.
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