I saw this quote on a website today and I almost fell over laughing! Isn’t it great? I suspect one of the reasons my husband is so in favor of my blogging is that he’s hoping it will shut me up. He thinks if I’m writing everything in my blog I’ll stop rabbiting on to him about my pet peeves: bad service, why pediatricians are always late, why people must add ice to everything, why cyclists ignore road rules and my favorite rant of all… bad airlines (US Airways, yes I’m ranting about you again you sleezy ne’er-do-wells).
Let’s face it, we love to rant. Women just need to get things off our
chests or we feel we’ll burst. Sometimes I feel like I’m about to do a Hindenburg
– hissing with flames and gas and noxious fumes and unbearable heat. The pressure
builds up to a point that no amount of cursing, stomping, slamming or muttering
can help. I can’t help it, its in my DNA.
Men on the other hand play playstation. Which for the record I just
don’t get. Do they pretend the villains are real people (us wives for example)?
And if so, does it give them secret satisfaction when we are blown to bloody
smithereens? Or do they feel so emasculated that they must escape to a fantasy world
where they are king for a day? Or is it just an excuse to switch off their
brains for a while and ignore us, their version of Greys Anatomy? I don’t know,
but the fact that it has an on/off switch seems to be a huge draw card.
Then again, my husband shows no interest whatsoever in the washer, dishwasher or dryer and they all have on/off switches. So, really I guess
what I’m saying is that I don’t get my husband, his playstation or why he doesn’t
just rant like the rest of us. It would be a lot cheaper than buying a new game every 5 minutes.
Anyway, enough said. Oh, and for you readers that asked me for travel tips when flying with your baby, check out the new page on my blog. You will see that my hatred of US Airways and cabin attendants is heavily featured. At least my husband won’t be subjected to that rant… again, for which I’m sure he’s grateful. Right now he's not available. He's playing playstation. No surprises there.
Unfortunately I have to admit I am an anomaly (well, in many ways) in that I love to watch my hubby play video games; in fact I am watching him play Dragon Age as I type this. And I don't talk much, I think that's why I write. The words don't come out gooder through my mouth it seems...
But please, by all means, rant away, and, maybe, suggest that loading the dishwasher is just like Tetris...that *might* help...ahem...
Posted by: Insanitykim | 01/09/2010 at 08:28 PM