I’m feeling a little loquacious today, so I’m thinkin’ now’s a good time to maybe sit back and listen a little (aka, STFU). To that end, I’ve got a few serious queries for the dudes out there.
Without further ado …
1. How come when dudes get full-serve gas, they still have to get outta the car and hover near the gas tank … I mean, TV remote hover?
The person pumping does it all day long, right? Which is to say—he knows what he’s doing. If it’s a macho thing, which it kinda seems to be, then why not be a real man and pump your own gas … er, I mean, save yourself some money and go self-serve?
2. How come some dudes leave an empty seat between them when they go to the movies together sans women?
This question also applies to when guys won’t sit directly across from one another when dining mano a mano, so to speak. I’m sure there are other scenarios that fall under this particular category of man weirdness. If you’ve got other examples, feel free to share them with the group.
3. What look, exactly, are guys going for when they get their eyebrows waxed?
According to my calculations (and Wikipedia), Joey Lawrence is part of Gen X and, thus, old enough to know better. When I turned 30, I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to begin finding bald guys attractive, but I just don’t think I can adjust should eyebrow waxing become widespread.
Why not ask my friends you say? Well, when I ask my girlfriends, all I get is, “Cuz dudes are silly/weird/stupid” … you get the idea. When I ask my guy friends, they just start going on and on about how they never do such and such, etc., etc.
If you’ve got something better to offer—and how could you not?—leave a comment with your thoughts. In return, I’m happy to answer (to the best of my ability) your questions probing the nature of the feminine mystique. Include your Why Do Chicks … ? questions in your answer, and I’ll respond in a future post.
I haven’t chimed in lately but I couldn’t resist this one.
1. It’s been a long while since I’ve been to a full service gas station. In fact the last time was probably in High School when I worked at one. You know when you were cruisin, out past the car wash, around the corner on the left side of the road before you got to that pool hall/arcade where every body parked and hung out. I worked there one summer and one of the other guys would sometimes tell the people the bill was a few dollors more than what the pump said. That might be a reason for the hover.
2. In american society more so than the europeans it’s widely accepted that men insist upon more personal space than most societies. Also reference this video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzO1mCAVyMw&eurl=
As far as table manners go think of every romantic movie scene where a couple goes out for dinner. They almost all sit across from each other don’t they? This of course is an example of Hollywood influencing society. Two buddies sitting next to each other is like brothers sitting at the family table and therefore acceptable. Plus it’s easier to punch him in the shoulder.
3. I just don’t know what to tell you on this one. I think this is a metrosexual kinda thing and the closest I’ve come to falling in that categorie was buying a new watch, a good cologne and my Old Navy Khaki’s on sale for $20.
Now I do have a question.
Why do chicks profess to love getting and sending hand written letters but find it so difficult to corespond via e-mail? All I can seem to get from them is lists of questions asking things like what’s my favorite ice cream and have I ever been spanked.
[...] Inspired by Boynamedsue’s mastery of all things concise, I have—at long last—developed a sure-fire way of telling if you or someone you love is a member of Generation X. (This, of course, means that—if male—this person should also have full and bushy eyebrows. Joey Lawrence, are you listening? Oh, it’s probably too late for him anyway. Those things don’t always grow back ya know.) [...]
[...] of course, means that—if male—this person should also have full and bushy eyebrows. Joey Lawrence, are you listening? Oh, it’s probably too late for him anyway. Those things don’t always grow back ya [...]
Name's Kirsten. I'm a splitter of hairs, a hillbilly, a rock horns devotee, an ellipses-lovin' fool, and queen of the conceptual jinx. I'm also a geek and the grateful human of littleblackdog. I do this and that and some of the other … up to and including writing this here blog.