“Men are terrible searchers. All men are just the same. The bacon is right here.”
“Where did you find it?”, I say.
“In the meat drawer, where it always is”, she says.
“I looked in the meat drawer. I didn’t see it”, I say.
“All men are just the same.”
I scratch my head, incredulous that the bacon was in the meat drawer. I’m sure it must have been hidden someplace else. “Your comments are sexist”, I say. “I thought you just finished taking a class in sexism and gender identity stuff. You should be more inclusive”, I say.
“I’m being very inclusive,” she replies. “I said, ‘All men are just the same.’ You are all included”, she says.
“You are perpetuating gender myths”, I say.
“It’s not a myth if it’s true”, she says.
There is no chance to win this argument. Men are a disadvantaged minority. Perhaps, all men are just the same.
As a member of the local bridge club, I love the opportunity to advance in rank. The American Contract Bridge League has a rank titled Life Master. What an awesome title for an achievement award. “Life Master”. At 70 something, I aspire to master life. I can tell you it’s not easy. My blog is about my adventures in achieving life mastery, specifically as a husband and father; neither of which are easy. I’ve been a dishwasher, janitor, line cook, commercial fisherman, restaurant owner, food service director, and various other things along the path to life mastery. I’ve been a skier, tennis player, fly-fisherman, hiker, biker, lover of life. I have loved and been loved. Despite my stumbles and bumbles along the way, I’ve extracted as much of life as I could along the way.
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