Posted by Auguste January 14, 2008 in Asides, Media, Environment
I’ll tell you what:
When we’re all drowning in the Arctic Ocean, I’ll be very relieved to know that it may not have been humans that caused it.
I’ll tell you what else:
I’m simply on the edge of my seat to find out what NBC Nightly News has to tell me about how boys and girls are just different.
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I’ll tell you what, I am dying to find out what Britney has been up to lately.
I am dying to find out what Britney has been up to lately.
Ask and all that blah….
I was dying to find out about the girls & boys thing, too. I cringed when the segment began but it wasn’t as bad as I’d been expecting.
The thing these “studies” never explore is the possibility that SOCIALIZATION accounts for the “hard-wired” differences between men and women and memory. Can’t wait ’til the next segment!
Wow, I can hardly wait to see the news and find out if I’m male or female this week.
Hmmm … did they accompany the teaser for the “report” with a little Blur?
Or did they just show the No Pants subway ride on Saturday to illustrate the key differences?
I’ll tell you what.
I don’t have to pay a cable bill this month or flip through channels to find the best of the worst to waste my time.
“No Pants subway ride” my (interchangeable body part). Everybody in the photos was wearing shorts or briefs. I live in a beach town; color me untitillated.
My middle-aged brother has a 6-month-old boy, who is currently fascinated with shiny objects: rings, watches, glasses, Hundertwasser-themed coffee mugs. Even at this age, there might be something about him that is more male than female (he’s pretty damned big, muscular, vigorous) but how can you tell at that age? When my earliest nieces were his age I was confident that we’d moved beyond sexism, but they grew up pretty girly (but also confident and competent).
Boys and girls are different, at least to the extent that they are expected to be.
What did that program say? Could someone sum up the main points? (Wait…did it feature phrases like “better at multitasking”, “greater aptitude for science”, “more emotional” and “greater love of everything that’s pink”?)
That’s what Mary Wollstonecraft was saying in, oh, 1792?
Boys have doodles. Girls have squiggles. That makes them yucky.
Which ones are yucky, Ms. Kate?
I’ll tell you what: Mrs. F is going to butcher me when she comes home and finds out I put up the casement moulding without her. Man, she gets territorial about home improvement.
Felagund, you are more than welcome to come over to my in-progress IKEA kitchen installation and mould to your heart’s content! I’ll be more grateful than territorial, that’s for sure.
Yeah, the report was about how men & women (or boys & girls) use different parts of their brains when they are remembering something. Women use the side of the brain that connects the memories to emotion, while men do not (that’s my possibly incorrect laywoman’s interpretation of what the scientists said). So then they separately interviewed an elderly couple and asked each of them to reminisce about their wedding day. Surprise! The man gives a brief, matter-of-fact description of the day, while the woman gives a more detailed and “emotional” account of their wedding day. Hm, that couldn’t possibly be because women are socialized from BIRTH to start thinking about marriage and about their wedding day, which is supposedly the single most important event in a woman’s life (aside from giving birth, I suppose).
I watched that report with my boyfriend, and he was honestly surprised when I told him that when I was a little girl, my sister and I used to talk about what colors we wanted to use for our weddings. WTF? Now I’m 32 with no desire whatsoever to get married. No fucking way it was just an inborn trait for me to be pondering my freaking wedding colors at the age of 10.
So then they separately interviewed an elderly couple and asked each of them to reminisce about their wedding day. Surprise! The man gives a brief, matter-of-fact description of the day, while the woman gives a more detailed and “emotional” account of their wedding day.
Not to mention that men of that generation were schooled to express as little emotion as possible, and were punished for being “girly” if they did dare show emotion. And we’re surprised that the guy doesn’t have the emotional hookups in his brain that his wife does?
My sister and brother-in-law use their daughters as examples of innate femininity. The girls love to play with dolls and dress up as princesses, and that’s all the proof anyone needs apparently. Nevermind, that the parents have never provided those girls with anything other than dolls, and frilly dresses, and tea sets. It’s all genetic.
Wow, I can hardly wait to see the news and find out if I’m male or female this week.
I don’t watch the news. Am I in a state of quantum gender indeterminacy? That’s going to make it awfully difficult to figure out whether to stand or sit when I pee.
I thought the “gender as social construct” theory was dead. Read about this guy: http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/tvradio/programmes/horizon/dr_money_prog_summary.shtml
it seems that it is infact the amount you spent on your wedding — not whether you have a penis or vagina — that influences how emotionally you remember the day, hahaha. at least in my experience. XD
my group of friends ranges from 17-26, and almost all of us are poor as hell. so if you ask any of my girl friends about their weddings, it’s really a ‘that thing that happened at city hall one day and man i was so pissed when they thought they lost our blood test results’ sort of account than anything romantic.
We wore white satin, which was my idea, for an outdoor wedding in June. We got sunburnt so bad we couldn’t touch each other and phoned up some friends and all went out to watch Indiana Jones in the movie theater on my wedding night.
When do I get issued my penis? Oh, and my husband is asking for his boobs, because he would get all sentimental if he were the one describing it.