Desperate Mommies
Marsha and I went to the Nook Bistro with John, Susan (soon to discover the joy of the Rice Cooker) and Courtney. Pretty good food in a bare-bones space. Fried Calamari with a Wasabi dipping sauce was great -- Slow-cooked Ginger Brew Pot Roast good as well.
Marsha knows the girls from the Baby Group she goes to. John and I are the "husbands," but we also get along pretty damn well, having had plenty of time to talk at such events.
When I was a kid, we talked about skateboards, Pacman or Wacky Packs. Apparently, girls talked about other things. In fact, I am utterly convinced that women not only talk about different subjects, but they actually speak at a different frequency -- kinda like dolphins. Men hear them talking about babies and work and such, but when a group of 3 or more get into their communal catty comments about other women (meeee-ooooww), my eyes start to glaze over at the speed and efficiency of their pointed attacks and I believe they're actually sending ancient messages of death and destruction meant to wipe out rival cave-chicks from other clans. Makes "Desperate Housewives" look like the airplane version of "Bambi."
Of course, I could be wrong.
Marsha knows the girls from the Baby Group she goes to. John and I are the "husbands," but we also get along pretty damn well, having had plenty of time to talk at such events.
When I was a kid, we talked about skateboards, Pacman or Wacky Packs. Apparently, girls talked about other things. In fact, I am utterly convinced that women not only talk about different subjects, but they actually speak at a different frequency -- kinda like dolphins. Men hear them talking about babies and work and such, but when a group of 3 or more get into their communal catty comments about other women (meeee-ooooww), my eyes start to glaze over at the speed and efficiency of their pointed attacks and I believe they're actually sending ancient messages of death and destruction meant to wipe out rival cave-chicks from other clans. Makes "Desperate Housewives" look like the airplane version of "Bambi."
Of course, I could be wrong.
posted by Lou at 10:22 PM
2 Comments:
Jon, shmon. I don't care, as long as I can talk to someone about something else other than placental fluid and housekeepers. Caddy, nah.
You want caddy? It's catty you fools. Caddy is what Michael O'Keefe did in Caddyshack. Catty is comments like this.
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