SHREWSBURY, Massachusetts – You always hear about the differences between men and women, not just in their physical features but in the way they react to situations. Women supposedly are ruled by their emotions while us guys of course use pure logic to resolve issues… yeah, right. Regardless, there’s no question that the genders are not the same and someone even wrote a book on the subject called “Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.”
Now I’m no clinical expert on the subject but from personal experience I’m certain that the author didn’t know what he was writing about since the two sexes aren’t even from similar galaxies. Not only don’t we think alike, our eyes don’t focus the same way. A case in point. I and every adult human of my acquaintance who wears socks rather than stockings will stand in front of an open refrigerator for hours hopelessly looking for the mustard jar until a woman comes to the rescue. I don’t know what bachelors do since I personally would starve to death without a woman’s assistance, being found weeks later lying on the kitchen floor with all the food having long since rotted away. My daughter who’s a medical professional says it’s due to the “Y” chromosome and she’s probably right. We know that women are the carriers of the color-blindness gene so men are surely the carriers and unfortunate victims of frig-blindness.
But it doesn’t end just there. Jars of mustard or mayonnaise are fairly large even if invisible to us males, but females must possess hawk DNA since they can spot things that men couldn’t see with a microscope. I once accidently made a mark on a wall while carrying a pen, and though I quickly washed it almost completely away my wife spotted it within a ½ hour. Unbelievable. I could hardly notice it though knowing its presence but her eyes picked it up as though it was a blinking red light.
Additionally, like all married couples we have a division of labor. My wife cooks, cleans, washes, and irons while I do the more cerebral activities such as mowing, pool maintenance, lifting, painting, and hanging curtains. Recently my wife wanted to wash the bedroom drapes so I took them down and brought them to a local laundromat. When dry I returned home and rehung them as before, making sure they were symmetrical with the ruffles evenly spaced. Success, or so I thought. Pleased with my efforts I proudly called my wife to inspect my accomplishment only to have my ego deflated when she asked why they were now so short. I hadn’t noticed and they looked okay to me, while she insisted the curtains used to reach the sill but were now about three inches too high. Had they shrunk? How could they be shorter now than before, so I was certain she was seeing things that didn’t exist. I should have known better for of course old eagle-eye was right. In rehanging them I had put each curtain rod through the wrong sleeve and they indeed were now higher than originally intended. Yes, I had to do it all over again and this time correctly.
As we’ve aged my wife occasionally complains that she could no longer see as well as before. I shudder to think of what she was able to notice when we were young.