The enlightened intellectual in me wants to believe that we are each individuals. Although we are influenced in a profound way by our gender (genetically, culturally, environmentally, and lots of other adverbs), we have the ability to rise above all that and see things from the perspective of a person rather than as a man or woman.
But let’s face it; stereotypes become stereotypes because there’s an element of truth in them. (Yes, that’s the unenlightened redneck in me. I’m glad you noticed.)
Besides, pointing out stereotypical behavior in others is fun! It gets reactions. It gets comments. It gets people upset, and that’s fun too.
So, here we go...
Why is it that women are afraid of things they don’t understand? (THAT ought to get a rise out of some of you!)
Example? Computers. Women I work with, my wife, and even my daughter Christina (not as much, and you’re getting better) refuse to click or hit “Enter” unless they understand (or think they do) EXACTLY what that action will cause to happen. When in doubt, they’ll stare at the screen for a while and then ask someone else.
When they DO ask me, I will begin hitting various keys and clicking parts of the screen to see what happens. They always want to know, “What did you just do? Why?” Sometimes it’s, “How did you know that would work?”
Well, I didn’t. But staring at the screen waiting DEFINITELY isn’t going to work, so the odds are in my favor if I just do SOMETHING.
“Oh, but it might do something I DON’T want to do!”
So? Whatever that is, it’s probably not permanent. It can be corrected.
“But I might lose my data!”
So save the file as a new name first, so you’ll have the original AND the version you’ve altered, and THEN start clicking. But do something!
What? Exceptions? Of course there are exceptions. Yes, some men are just as bad. And yes, some women with a more adventuresome outlook on life don’t hesitate. Those exceptions just prove the rule.
OK, I’m ready for the firestorm of comments and response. Take your best shot.
Tomorrow I’ll go back to a cute poem or something non-controversial. (Maybe.)
Boy, did MY bluff get called today! I’ve always said I had a “public” blog, meaning I identify myself, my home town, and enough information about me that anybody can find me if they want me. (Makes me keep this blog cleaner and in slightly better taste than it might otherwise be.)
But then I posted a comment on the blog of someone who is a regular here, and told her I knew where she lived (even though I don’t).
Well, today she called me at work! Proud of herself that she had tracked down my office phone number. Wanted me to guess who it was.
Can you imagine? The NERVE of some of these women!