Differences Between Men & Women: Arguing

Monday, September 17, 2012

Other than the exceedingly obvious, once again I have discovered an interesting difference between the sexes. The Jeffs were having their daily discussion about how great their Android phones are and how ridiculous the iPhone is. They get really wrapped up in it, while I (the iPhoner) just smile and nod. I don't care what phone anyone else uses, as long as they get my texts and calls.

Women do not argue about "things." We argue about feelings. Only men would gather and get all revved up bashing each other about their choice of phone, computer, car, lawnmower, TV, etc. A woman never asks what brand of lipstick another woman uses and says, "Maybelline sucks. Why would you ever use that crap? Revlon is so much better." You don't see soccer moms breaking into passive-aggressive groups of Kitchen Aid vs. Bosch.

Women argue about things people did or said to each other. They argue with each other when they feel slighted or ignored. Complicated, emotional stuff. It's never Dave telling Joe, "The other day when I asked you to come over for the cookout and you said, 'Sounds great...' What did you mean by that exactly? Are you still mad at me for telling you DirectTV sucks?"

Men also end arguments very differently than women. Men can argue about just about anything to the point of sweat on the brow and a bulging vein on their forehead, and then go out for a beer together. When women argue with each other, unless there is a very definite resolution to the mutual satisfaction of both parties, with at least one side apologizing, and perhaps a little crying, we're not talking to each other for three days. Or forever.

Heh.

This reminds me of a joke Brant Gumbel told on Live with Kelly recently. The difference between men and women is this: A woman comes home late from work. Her guy is suspicious and asks where she's been. She says she was at a friend's house. He calls ten of her closest friends and all ten say she wasn't there. A man comes home late from work. His girl is suspicious and asks where he's been. He says he was at a friend's house. She calls ten of his closest friends and eight say he was there. The other two say he's still there.

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