As
I was driving in Wednesday morning on northbound I-75 ("It's more
than just a jungle out there, it's open warfare.") someone managed
to cross three lanes of traffic in, what appeared to me, to be an effort
to cut me off. Now, you're thinking, why don't we have front
mounted machine guns on our cars to register our displeasure to
inconsiderate drivers like that. Not me. I'd rather have a tank.
("It only gets two gallons to the mile, but you ought to see what I
can do in traffic jams!") The driver who cut me off didn't even
have the decency to slow down enough to allow me to show them my Mr.
Happy Finger and swear fluidly at them before zooming off. You know, you
don't really even have to swear. They can't hear you anyhow. God doesn't
count the swearing against you if you're not actually saying anything,
right? RIGHT? (This is actually a philosophical dilemma that is
debated by highly trained minds the world over: If you swear in your car
and there's no one there to hear it, will a tree fall in a forest?) Part
of the reason I failed to react quickly enough to go into I'm A Jerk
Response Mode and attempt to swear mime was that this driver was a
woman. Which caught me off guard.
Now before you start
thinking, "Oh, and a woman can't drive like an idiot and cut you
off in traffic, just because they're a woman?" let me assure you
I'm all for equal rights. Women should be in the business place, making
corporate decisions, going to business meetings, wearing stodgy business
suits, etc. But while women are running around adopting some of the
better male traits, they should draw the line at some of the less
desirable traits, such as drinking an entire quart of Blatz and holding
a belching contest ("Oh yeah, you think that's loud? Listen to
this...").
I remember when beer was
the domain of the male gender (1973). Women usually opted for drinks
that tasted good, like wine spritzers and margaritas. Why drink beer at
all? It really doesn't taste that good. Anything bad for you that you
have to learn to like scares me. Except coffee. I used to hate coffee,
but I needed the caffeine. Plus it was free. Plus it was there. Plus MY
GOD IT'S THE PEER PRESSURE, I'M WEAK! I GAVE IN! I CAN'T STAND IT! I
HATE MYSEL -SMACK! Thanks, I needed that. Coffee also tastes good with
doughnuts. Which are really, really fattening. And which diabetics
shouldn't even consider eating because the mere thought of them makes
our sugar go up, but I'M WEAK AND I LIKE THEM AND I HATE MYSE - SMACK!
Sorry. It won't happen again, I promise.
I personally think that
beer drinking (Remember? We were talking about beer. Or possibly men's
bad habits.) is a governmentally subsidized trend. When this author was
19, the drinking law in Ohio allowed 19 year olds to drink 3.2 beer and
cheap wine coolers. So we 19 year olds would head across the border in
droves to drink. If we couldn't find a drove, we took our cars. (Bugs
Bunny, 1954) The government forced us to drink beer. They were
clever about it. The used that basic principle that if something's not
allowed, people will want to do it, if something is just barely allowed,
everyone will have to do it and if something is encouraged no one will
ever do it. The Ohio government just barely allowed 19 year olds to
drink. Which makes me suspicious.
But we need to return to
the regularly scheduled sermon. Beer moves you to a new plateau. A
plateau where you can swagger around and act manly. The amount of
swaggering increases as the amount of beer you drink increases. I've
seen some guys swagger so much that they trip over things (such as VW
Bugs). Beer also allows you to perform manly acts such as having gas,
competition urinating and growing a beer gut. Now many women encroaching
on this traditional "manly" territory by growing beer guts. I
never thought this was a real attractive look for men, but on women it's
dangerous ("Excuse me miss, how many months pregnant are you?"
SMACK).
And then there's the
clothing issue. Women wear men's clothing now. I guess they've been
doing this for a while. I think it started in the sixties when the
"flower children" were "cool" and gender was an
"irrelevant establishment idea". Note that these people now
work in the business world and the government earning money for their
retirement and doing ESTABLISHMENT sort of things. But in the sixties,
the women dressed like men and the men, not wanting to feel left out,
wore their hair like the women. But the men usually did not feel
inclined to dress in women's clothing. At least not in public, for God's
sake. So this trend was definitely one sided.
Women are once again
moving towards fashions that were once traditionally male. There are
issues about the cut of this clothing. Women's clothing has to, by
necessity, be cut differently. Largely because women are shorter than
men, on average. This author personally bought a sweater with a huge
Bugs Bunny logo on it that turned out to be a WOMAN'S SWEATER! The body
of the sweater is ok, but the sleeves are too short which is part of
this cut of the clothing problem. Note that I have no inclination to
wear a brassiere or anything. At least not in public. But my point is
that I unwittingly bought this female article of clothing because you
can't tell anymore. Especially in stores like The Gap. Or
Merry-Go-Round. Or Toys-backwards R-Us. I think they should put the
women's clothing on one side of these stores and the men's clothing on
the other side and draw a nice big red line down the middle. And put a
sign on the men's side. There's no need for a sign on the women's side
because, as you know if you've been paying attention, they're going to
shop on both sides anyhow.
"So what do you
suggest we do about this female adopting male bad habits problem?"
might be your question to help me get back on track. Glad you asked. I
suggest that men form a union to protect the male bad habit turf. The
union could have a lobby which would help congress make decisions on
laws through the use of large monetary donations. They could hold
meetings where they vote on who really can belch the loudest after
drinking a quart of Schlitz Malt Liquor. (What the hell is malt liquor
anyhow? Probably what beer drinkers have to learn to like once they've
mastered beer.) They could protect the cherished and time honored male
traditions that women have not yet adopted, such as chewing tobacco.
They could hold seminars on offensive driving techniques. They could
wear brassieres. They could have a national convention where everyone in
the union comes together and discusses issues of vital national interest
to the union. ("See Ned? He can belch so loud that it registers on
the Richter Scale in Tulsa.")
Best of all, once the
union got going and became a national organization of great importance,
the rest of us could plant a thermonuclear device at their next
convention site. It would be sort of like that quote from Jurassic
Park. "God creates dinosaurs. God kills dinosaurs. God creates
man. Man kills God. Man creates dinosaurs. Dinosaurs smash scissors.
Scissors cut paper. Paper covers dinosaurs." "Dinosaurs eat
man. Woman inherits the earth." Not that I'm implying that women
like the one who cut me off Wednesday morning are just like
Velociraptors or anything. They're shorter, on average.