Perspective
Men! What the hell is it about them, some defective gene? Like they're all about overkill, and destructive tendencies,( in general), and women are more about subtlety, trying to work with rather than against, and less invasive actions.
Cases in point:
The place I rent has a huge lawn. I'm talking acres. It is also not flat as a pancake, a feature I find picturesque. There are several slopes scattered about the yard. I find this a charming feature. John, my roommate, wished he could just bulldoze the whole yard so it would be all level, and thus easier to mow. Me, I see the opportunity to naturalize the slopes with day lilies, providing color,beauty, and eliminating the neccessity of mowing those area. Plus, I think ahead to when Guav and Bea have little Gueas, and Buavs, and what nice baby slopes those will be for sledding in the wintertime when they come to visit Grandma Guavmom. (Gee! I like the sound of that! I could seriously get used to that!)
Which brings us to MOWING. Why do men find it soooo attractive to mow down everything in their path? Does it make them feel more macho or something? DO they think their penises will grow an extra two inches or something if they can irradicate all attempts by us womenfolk to beautify our property with shrubs and flowers? No fewer than three Hydrangeas I planted last Summer, and two Butterfly Bushes, have thus been nipped in their infancy by overzealous, unconscious Madmen Mowers this season. ARRGHH!!!!
Now, last night, I had a plethora of flies in my bedroom. They were getting on my every last nerve, landing on me like, "Wanna be friends?" Or something. NOOOOOO! I do not. GO AWAAY!
So, when John came home from work, we were sitting talking in my room before his nightly ritual shower. ( He also takes one in the morning, before leaving for work. I mean, how dirty does one get overnight? Hellloooo.) But, whatever. SO I asked him if he'd hang up a (low impact) fly tape for me before going to bed. He did this cheerfully, but not without first stating his preference for "spraying the shit out of them." Uh, hellooooo, what part of " I am Chemically Sensitive," did you not understand?" Seriously, exposure to environmental toxins is what ruined my health in the first place, and I have worked ardorously to detoxify, and heal from ever since the early '90's. So why in the hell would I want to introduce a pesticide into my most personal living space, when an effective, non-toxic solution is so readliy available? He insists that you spray, leave for the day, and air out the room upon your return. Helloooo...ever hear of chemical residue?
This kind of MaleThink , an oxymoron if I ever heard one, leaves me breathless. Thankfully, my fly tapes trumped his RAID.
This morning....no remaining flies buzzing around my boudoir. Now, was that so hard?
But, you see what I mean ? Men!
Cases in point:
The place I rent has a huge lawn. I'm talking acres. It is also not flat as a pancake, a feature I find picturesque. There are several slopes scattered about the yard. I find this a charming feature. John, my roommate, wished he could just bulldoze the whole yard so it would be all level, and thus easier to mow. Me, I see the opportunity to naturalize the slopes with day lilies, providing color,beauty, and eliminating the neccessity of mowing those area. Plus, I think ahead to when Guav and Bea have little Gueas, and Buavs, and what nice baby slopes those will be for sledding in the wintertime when they come to visit Grandma Guavmom. (Gee! I like the sound of that! I could seriously get used to that!)
Which brings us to MOWING. Why do men find it soooo attractive to mow down everything in their path? Does it make them feel more macho or something? DO they think their penises will grow an extra two inches or something if they can irradicate all attempts by us womenfolk to beautify our property with shrubs and flowers? No fewer than three Hydrangeas I planted last Summer, and two Butterfly Bushes, have thus been nipped in their infancy by overzealous, unconscious Madmen Mowers this season. ARRGHH!!!!
Now, last night, I had a plethora of flies in my bedroom. They were getting on my every last nerve, landing on me like, "Wanna be friends?" Or something. NOOOOOO! I do not. GO AWAAY!
So, when John came home from work, we were sitting talking in my room before his nightly ritual shower. ( He also takes one in the morning, before leaving for work. I mean, how dirty does one get overnight? Hellloooo.) But, whatever. SO I asked him if he'd hang up a (low impact) fly tape for me before going to bed. He did this cheerfully, but not without first stating his preference for "spraying the shit out of them." Uh, hellooooo, what part of " I am Chemically Sensitive," did you not understand?" Seriously, exposure to environmental toxins is what ruined my health in the first place, and I have worked ardorously to detoxify, and heal from ever since the early '90's. So why in the hell would I want to introduce a pesticide into my most personal living space, when an effective, non-toxic solution is so readliy available? He insists that you spray, leave for the day, and air out the room upon your return. Helloooo...ever hear of chemical residue?
This kind of MaleThink , an oxymoron if I ever heard one, leaves me breathless. Thankfully, my fly tapes trumped his RAID.
This morning....no remaining flies buzzing around my boudoir. Now, was that so hard?
But, you see what I mean ? Men!