From
“The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
How
to Handle a Woman: A Wrong Way
24
June
It’s
Super Bowl Sunday and, to paraphrase Sigmund Freud, it’s homosexual bonding
time. You’ve got all the guys at your place in front of the TV. Your wife is in
the kitchen, and the munchies are running low. Even though you’re A Real Man
you’re very, very sensitive to the phrase “what will others think,” so you yell
out, “Hey, what are you doing out there? Bring in some more nachos and dip. And
don’t forget the beer!” A few minutes later she brings in what you asked for.
She doesn’t say a thing to you because all your friends are there and she doesn’t
want to make a scene. No, she doesn’t say anything at all, but she does give
you a look that would split atoms if you had bothered to notice. Oh, she’s
going to blow, make no mistake about it. And, trust me on this, when she does,
you’ll say with supremely validated self-pity, “Where the hell did that come
from?” [God help your sense.]
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