As Mouse is ‘fixated’ on Randie, and Midge knows it, she is going to have to actually “want” him, and I just don’t see that happening. She seems to see him as “more of the problem” i.e. another example of “the OBLIVIOUS Male”
In all fairness, Midge, you inadvertently activated a well-known defense mechanism in the male psyche known as the “relationship deafness syndrome.” See, we males know that we are utterly inadequate at dealing with the subtleties and nuances of relationships across the gender boundary. Just observe how males interact amongst ourselves: belches, “playful” punches that could substantiate a criminal complaint of assault, and casual insults used, seemingly, as terms of endearment; we’re about as subtle as the Tsar Bomba. Women, on the other hand, are capable of reading into something as simple as a yawn, a tome of nuance and implications that would dwarf Proust’s “Remember of Things Past.” But, somehow, men and women do manage to form meaningful relationships. We men have figured out that this must be down to instinct; if we try to think about it, we’re just going to screw it up. So, to preserve what little opportunity we have for a lifelong partnership and happiness, men learn _not_ to think about relationships; we leave it to you ladies who are so much more proficient at it. The net result is: discussing _any_ relationship and feelings around an adult male is going to automatically trigger that “don’t think about it; just do what comes naturally” response, and, thus: pizza.
Makes perfect sense, no? Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’m suddenly famished…
i know who could open his ears…
Yes.
What was the question?
And I need pizza! 😀
As Mouse is ‘fixated’ on Randie, and Midge knows it, she is going to have to actually “want” him, and I just don’t see that happening. She seems to see him as “more of the problem” i.e. another example of “the OBLIVIOUS Male”
In all fairness, Midge, you inadvertently activated a well-known defense mechanism in the male psyche known as the “relationship deafness syndrome.” See, we males know that we are utterly inadequate at dealing with the subtleties and nuances of relationships across the gender boundary. Just observe how males interact amongst ourselves: belches, “playful” punches that could substantiate a criminal complaint of assault, and casual insults used, seemingly, as terms of endearment; we’re about as subtle as the Tsar Bomba. Women, on the other hand, are capable of reading into something as simple as a yawn, a tome of nuance and implications that would dwarf Proust’s “Remember of Things Past.” But, somehow, men and women do manage to form meaningful relationships. We men have figured out that this must be down to instinct; if we try to think about it, we’re just going to screw it up. So, to preserve what little opportunity we have for a lifelong partnership and happiness, men learn _not_ to think about relationships; we leave it to you ladies who are so much more proficient at it. The net result is: discussing _any_ relationship and feelings around an adult male is going to automatically trigger that “don’t think about it; just do what comes naturally” response, and, thus: pizza.
Makes perfect sense, no? Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’m suddenly famished…
…oh, nice shirt, Midge!
bitflipper: This. Explains. Everything. Thank you 🙂
DadaH,
I believe there was some discussion of the shirt logo about a month ago.
Leo… NOW THAT would make a great t-shirt, “Oblivious Male”…
Dada… Midge thanks you… she was shopping in Grace’s closet.
Ha ha… Thank you for the explanation, Bit… I am edumacated.
Now, everybody hop in… we’re going for pizza!!!!