Ok, I know from the title that some of you are already indignant and ready to beat the crap out of the old Spiffster. Hang on, give me a second to defend myself before you go all kung fu on me. What I am saying is there is one facet of our daily lives that women have control over ,and for the life of me, I can't figure out how it happened. Somewhere out there, some time ago, a man made a decision to say "OK honey, I'll do that for you even though there is no logical reason for it. I'll do it for you, because I love you." Of course he got the loving look and probably the loving "reward" later on that night. Little did he know that his decision would have lasting repercussions for the rest of the men in the world. It would start a revolution!
See, that woman told her friend Marge what her husband had done for her and how wonderful it was to have a husband who loved her so much to do such a thing for no logical reason. And just wasn't she the most lucky woman in the whole wide world and blah blah blah. See, Marge had rubbed her face in the fact that her husband had just bought her a new pop up toaster or something because he loved her so much that he wanted to make her day easier or some other stupid crap. And you know how competitive women can be when it comes to this stuff. Anyway, . . . so now Marge went home to her husband to see if he loved her that much. Turns out he did, and he got the same rewards. Both men were probably very happy with their decisions, it was such a small thing after-all.
What they did not expect, was that Marge and Jane would then go to their Thursday night bridge game and tell Sally and Mabel all about it. Well, right then it went from being a nice thing that the husband had done for his wife, with no hidden intentions or thought for personal gain, to an underground movement. They would seek to change years of logically and fair minded practice for the sole reason of proving to all women that guys can be manipulated and controlled. "Men are not strong enough to withstand us all combined." They shouted. "They will fold before us and it will be our first step in taking our rightful place as rulers of God's creation. We are women, and we are powerful! Sisters unite!!!" And birth was given to a rebellion in that suburban home over a hand of pinocle and four glasses of white zinfandel.
In a matter of a week they had changed the entire rotary club's husbands. Now with more of a base of power, the movement took on a sinister side. In only three weeks nearly half the town had been forcefully converted. The stubborn men would find any number of underhanded and dirty tricks played on him to insure his conversion. No longer were any rewards given, it was cut throat and take no prisoners. Now, rewards were witheld if the conversion was not embraced. Wives would often team up on the opposite husband ensuring that they out numbered the stubborn fool and badger him into submission. The favorite tactic was to have a stubborn husband over for dinner with his now cold and distant wife. Such a show would be put on that old Mr. Stubborn would see that peace could reign. Love and attention could again be his if only he converted. Many a tearful and apologetic husband had just a little of his spine removed to return to a happy home.
In a matter of a month's time the entire town was converted. In only six months, the movement had spread to every major metropolitan are of the country and had even made forays into the tradition bound rural communities where it had established a tentative foothold. Over the course of the year, a true epidemic had spread across the country and small rebellious cells were even suspected in London, Paris, and Madrid. No longer was it an underground movement. It was an all out rebellion, a full fledged civil war. Fighting in the streets, in the supermarket, even at little league games! Was the national guard called up? Did the airports and busses stop running to lessen the spread? Did the President make a state of the union address to rally men to stand firm and take control once more. No! He had been caught up and converted early on and was now a firm supporter of and even endorsed the movement. It was an election year after all. Soon, the majority of the country was in rebel control, and it was clear that the rest of the world had been affected as well. The simple movement had become a world wide pandemic.
And so goes the tale of a good deed gone horribly wrong. An injustice created from which there is no hope of ever returning. So with one simple little condescending "Ok honey" the rest of man-kind has been doomed. Oh, their are a few hold outs (mostly single men), and the occasional rebellious moment from a husband. But 99.9% of the population now does it without a second thought. Children are taught to do it from near birth. It is the way it is. It will never go back. It is still illogical. There is no reason for it that is not equally weighed on the other side. I bet I can convince you that it should be different, but it won't matter. We can never go back. It is not fair, but it is life. So the next time I go pee. . . . I will lift the toilet ring and then put it back down when I am done.
Can anyone give me one good reason that men have to put up the stupid ring, but women don't have to put it down?
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Don't complain about all the power men have and how it's not fair. Just deal, cause we have injustices too!
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Spiffy, I dunno what you have been sniffing on, but can I have some of that?
Sorry Crashy, I have not been sniffing or smoking anything to cause me to be this way. I am just naturally, uh, how to say, uh. . . . . well, lets just say Dr. Suess and I could have been great friends, if it wasn't for all the incessant rhyming.
What, no argument or ha ha we tricked you guys. Because I plan on starting a re-rebellion to get it back to fair practice unless someone can convince me not to. We all know how fast it can spread!
Do I dare take this as partly a reply to what I have cooked up? :)
Nice thoughts. I myself think more women should stop blaming the establishment and get their thumbs out and make things happen - oh, yes, it would be lovely if you guys could just stand back and let us, instead of trying to cop a feel while we climb past you, but heck, nothing in life's supposed to be easy... right? ;)
Oh, and on the stalking note - I'm SO helping you out right now... *sigh* let's just hope this wont come back and bite me in where dear God split me... ;)
Nah, tricking and manuplating isn't my thing - I play fair!
But then again, I bet many of my fellow sistah probably thinks that if men are dumb enough to be fooled, their bad.
Your like this without sniffing on anything. Wow, i think I just found my role-model - spiffy, I wanna be just like you when I grow up *puppy eyes*
I thought about it - but instead of posting it on my blog, I'll just do as I always do and clog your arteries by replying on yours... ;)
Here it goes (and with "you" I mean men in general):
You want a reason to why men have to be careful with the toilet ring, while women don't really have to? Because you don't run the risk of falling into the toilet bowl everytime you go to the toilet while it is quite possible that we will.
Besides, what's wrong with you - do you have a tail you don't want to slam between the ring and the lid when closing the toilet? Don't give yourself THAT much credit, dear men...!
And so we have some leverage on you - so what? You want in on a little secret? Women are fully capable of taking care of themselves - we know how to rotate tires, how to exchange a fuse or how to hang up pictures so they allign on the wall. But why use our braws when we can use our brains? Plus, you still are going to want the rewards, so why not make you work a little for it?
You said it yourself, dear Spaceman - if you'd get sex all the time, whenever you wanted it, you'd get bored sick with it. So, here's us women eliminating the chance for that to happen (because if you all got sick of sex, what would we do? Watch "Days of our lives"?), we make you work a little for it.
The leverage you created yourself. Turn to the men before you and complain there. See, when you do things for us to prove you love us (okay, and for the reward - quite possibly mostly for the reward), we feel appreciated. It's as simple as that. When you offer to do something you know we don't particularly like or want to do, it makes us feel like you're putting our wellbeing before your own. And that, my dear men, makes all the difference.
You wouldn't believe it, but doing the dishes, vacuming or taking care of the kids, and therefor eliminating one of the chores we have to do on a daily basis, (if only one), is the best foreplay ever.
Stay-at-home mum can't be tiered, because she doesn't do anything, right? Yeah, because the dishes clean themselves, the floor gets vacuumed by itself and the kids change their own diapers. Your dinner cooks itself, not to mention your shirts - they just jump out of the washer all ironed and hung up on hangers.
When you walk in through the door at night, tiered like hell, imagine you had to do everything you usually do, while taking care of a wild hurdle of buffalos. That's your wife's day.
Do the dishes. Let her sit the fifteen minutes. Then she may no longer be too tiered to thank you...
Okay, so not all men are like that. But not all women expect to "get paid" for the rewards. Every relationship is a bargain - you give up what matters less to you so you can keep what matters most, and so does your partner. Identify what's on the top of the scale, and try to identify what's on top of her scale. It's that simple.
Oh, and white zinfandel? What lame ass drink is that? We're girls, not geeks - pour us a whiskey sour, will you!
You are a true genius, Spiff.
Crashie my girl, I am always willing to oblige with a little stream of conciousness writing. I am always like this though.
Heart, Heart, Heart. You are going to have to come with more game than that. Men both sit and stand to go to the bathroom. We would risk falling in to the toilet too. If I have to lift and both lower the ring 85% of the time I go to the potty (I have a 1 year old we are introcucing to the bathroom now so it just becomes the potty) and only 15% of the time get to enjoy the benefits of our labor it doesn't seem equal. 100% of the time you (and when I say you, I mean. . . . well, you sometimes and the rest of the general population of women other times. You'll just have to figure it out, sorry ;) ) get to enjoy the fruits of man's labor with the toilet seat. And if it was a subtle way of saying I love you baby, then you have no cause to freak out and yell and scream and stand there pointing at the toilet seat like it was on fire and refusing to lower it, even going so far as to walk across the house to go to the other bathroom (a little personal experience on that last part).
As for the rest of the diverse and wide ranging spread of the reply comment, I will get to the individual points later. In summary, I agree (to an extent). Women are just as capable of taking care of themselves and doing any task that men can do. Obviously there are differences in ability levels and in average performance, but that doesn't matter. I can sew better than my wife, she can cook better than I can, but I make better chili, lasagna and breakfast foods. But as a team, we can do anything. Both men and women are screwed up and need the other for balance. It is what we were made to do for each other. Man needs woman and woman needs man. If you don't agree then you can protect yourself from falling into the toilet and don't need me to lower the ring. na-na-na-na-na.
Karla, (slight blush and stammer) I didn't really expect to see you here. I am honored that you would stop by. And thank you for the comment, coming from you I feel quite. . . . well, I don't know if I feel good or bad that you think I am a genius. . . . but I will take it as a compliment. Thanks.
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