By proximity and a regrettable lack of other places to be, I overheard a doozy of an argument today. Needless to say, there’s a guy out there that didn’t make a lady here at the office very happy. Only heard one side of course, but this guy might want to invest in a good quality sleeping bag and a teddy bear. Lonely nights ahead.
As an unwilling interloper, I believe the gist of the argument centered around the concept of equity. Not real estate or in the stock portfolio, but more like spousal work load equity.
For those of you gentlemen contemplating marriage, or those newly married still under the false assumption that you may actually be right about anything, never, and I do mean never, knowingly enter into any discussion revolving around who does more. Let me break this down for you fellas. We can’t win that one. Women always hold the trump card. Always.
Think about it. There’s always one more thing they do that we don’t: sending holiday and birthday cards to the family, balancing the check book, bleaching the grout in the bathroom tile, working the concession stand at the PTO carnival. Always something.
For safety’s sake, I liken this to a bear attack. Engaging your significant other with the intent to prove that you do more is like encountering a hungry bear in the woods, slapping it on the snout, then dropping your pack and running away. The bear will catch you…and kill you.
No-No. If you’re dumb enough to go picking that fight, and when you do encounter the bear, stand perfectly still and take the shredding you deserve. See a smart camper knows not to go tromping through the woods wearing nothing but a raw T-bone steak as underwear.
Right now there’s that one guy at home whipping out his flip chart and markers intent on showing the world. Give it up Skippy. There’s always one more thing…
As an unwilling interloper, I believe the gist of the argument centered around the concept of equity. Not real estate or in the stock portfolio, but more like spousal work load equity.
For those of you gentlemen contemplating marriage, or those newly married still under the false assumption that you may actually be right about anything, never, and I do mean never, knowingly enter into any discussion revolving around who does more. Let me break this down for you fellas. We can’t win that one. Women always hold the trump card. Always.
Think about it. There’s always one more thing they do that we don’t: sending holiday and birthday cards to the family, balancing the check book, bleaching the grout in the bathroom tile, working the concession stand at the PTO carnival. Always something.
For safety’s sake, I liken this to a bear attack. Engaging your significant other with the intent to prove that you do more is like encountering a hungry bear in the woods, slapping it on the snout, then dropping your pack and running away. The bear will catch you…and kill you.
No-No. If you’re dumb enough to go picking that fight, and when you do encounter the bear, stand perfectly still and take the shredding you deserve. See a smart camper knows not to go tromping through the woods wearing nothing but a raw T-bone steak as underwear.
Right now there’s that one guy at home whipping out his flip chart and markers intent on showing the world. Give it up Skippy. There’s always one more thing…
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