Tuesday, January 11, 2011

You're just a woman with a small brain. With a brain a third the size of us. It's science.

I was just telling Ben that a doctor at work today was explaining to me and a coworker that men think with one half of their brain, which is why men are the better scientists, artists, musicians, etc.  But women think with both sides, so they're better PEOPLE.  I can only assume his next lesson will involve the bumps on your head, and how they can tell your future.

I pondered saying a few things, mainly that the success of men in all those fields might be attributed to the differences in education offered to men and women until fairly recently, or I just could have laughed and called him a moron, but I'm trying to build good work relationships, and I'm pretty sure calling someone a dumbass would affect that in a negative way.  It certainly always has in the past.

As I've mentioned, I really like my new job, so I kept my mouth shut.  Anyway, when someone is sixty-ish and still believes that nonsense, they're not going to buy anything a stupid assistant says.  And I think he would be even less inclined to listen to an assistant who has a vagina.  Clearly I am made for typing letters and babymaking.  I'll leave hard thinking and math to the other gender, lest I tax myself and wind up with hysteria.

Anyway.

It's been a while since I've written, mainly because the same issues keep cropping up, and how much can you write about your kid not sleeping?  We're trying to eliminate his 3:30 am wakeup.  He resorts to kicking the crib rails, and running his pacifier along the rails like a prisoner with a tin cup when we're ignoring him.  It's funny at 7pm.  At 3am, it is less amusing.  This morning he fussed for a good forty-five minutes, while Ben dug out earplugs and I decided to go ahead and take my shower so I could have a few minutes' sleep when he actually did crash out.  All I can say is, though we may have been worried about his breathing for a while, all lung capacity issues seem to have solved themselves in a spectacular fashion.  Perhaps our son will follow in his dad's footsteps and become the frontman to a punk band.  He's a screaming prodigy.

2 comments:

  1. Hmmm...maybe I am. I've also heard bourbon and cigarettes were recommended.

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  2. This page looks like a blueberry!!

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