The previous post explored the intriguing possibilities of genetic engineering. But at times I think the differences between the two genders are more redolent of those between different species.
Take a domestic episode from Chateau Savant today. Lady Savant is driving forty miles to see here niece's wedding dress! Won't she see it on the wedding day? I'm scornfully dismissed with "it's not the same", and soto voce, presumably, "you idiot".
But then calamity struck. Apparently the niece didn't want her to see it, preferring to keep it as a surprise. This has lead to frantic and anguished phone calls between all concerned as an acceptable solution is sought. Trust me - you've never seen such excitement. Over a bloody wedding dress??
Then another mystery. Lady S. requested to see the bride being dressed on her wedding day. What in the name of Jesus is going on here? She wants to see the bride being dressed on her wedding day? Now attendees at this bizarre ritual are subject to careful scrutiny - some tribes say only bridesmaids or something can be there. Cue more protracted and anguished discussions, texts and tweets. My brave offer to attend the event in her place was dismissed with a very Victorian 'we are not amused' glare.
And finally on this subject. I just happened to mention in passing once that I thought Becky's wedding dress (in Coronation Street) was nice. This was greeted with shrieks of disdain and horror by Her Ladyship, and whenever one of her gatherings runs out of steam, all she has to is relate this to her friends and the same explosion of mirth and horror is repeated. Can you (males only, please) see anything wrong with that particular dress (pictured here)?
I complain about incompatible cultures immigrating to the West. Yet we share our lives and homes with incompatible species!