BATTLE OF THE SEXES: In Response to her Indoors

Yes, I have decided to take up the keyboard and kick her off the PC, to answer back at the remark which 20somethingmum wrote on a recent post- The Origins of Mini.

In it she explained how Daughter got her name, in abridged form. Believe me at one point she had so many nicknames at once I think the poor child had no idea what she was called and you could've shouted anything and she'd have toddled over. But I digress.

In it she made a remark about my oldest Nephew, who I love dearly, about how he refers to girls by the singular nickname of "Missy".

That I have no problem with-while she and my sisters are inclined to shake their head with bafflement and disgust in an act of sister solidarity (or something like that that women all do) I am more likely to think, " go on son" and feel a sense of pride.

What I would like to point out is that in this post she blamed me. Yes, me.

She claims that I used to do the same thing, being that I was, according to her "a man whore", and according to me "having fun"  (and believe me a lot was had before she snagged me), except that I used to say "Love".

Now, what is so wrong these days with referring to women folk as Love or Darling?

Back in the good old days, you'd get a kiss if you called a girl something like that. 

Now its more likely to end in a Sexual Harassment suit.

I was once on the telephone to a really useless snooty phone advisor from the gas board, and I called her love. She put the phone down. I rang back to be told I had called her an offensive name. Now if I'd have called her a useless snooty cow (or worse) then fine. But is the word "love" offensive? The Beatles made a packet in record sales with the song All You Need is Love. Nowadays they'd have had to say "All You Need is to appreciate the person who you respect in general".

Whats wrong with calling a girl a nice missive? It doesn't necessarily mean we can't remember your names, or worse, we are standing outside your gaff in a flasher mac. But men aren't as good on the phone as women.

Her indoors can plan conversations on the phone before she makes them. Yes really, but men, we like to play it by ear. And if we do add in a nickname, if for some reason your name has temporarily escaped us, then is it not better to do this than hurt your feelings by saying "err what was your name again?" 

To men women come in three categories- Blonde, brunette and ginger.  We don't necessarily take note at your names as we're too busy admiring your..... beauty. We'll remember the name at a later date!

So, hurrah for the sweet nothing nickname, embrace it girls, don't bemoan us calling you nice names!

Wires and Fuses and Leads...Oh My!

Its a common question that I have seen and heard women contemplating about us Men.

What is a man's fascination with leads, wires and taking electronic items to bits?

Her indoors often rips the pee out of me. In ten years she has never seen the point of my need to fiddle. With electrics you understand.

Like today.

I decided that now that I have a tiny corner of the living room rather than a room of my own (stolen from the kids) in the old house for all my stereo and computer stuff (called random junk by her), it needs rearranging. Lots.

Granted we have only lived in this house since mid May, and yes, I have moved it about twice previously, but its not the point.

Stereo is important. You cannot listen to music and appreciate it in the same way without having the right speakers, amp and turntable. Its a known fact.

If you're a man that is.

Its also important to get the stuff set up just right. Or the speakers vibrate, or, even worse, the turntable is upset by something and the record jumps. 

And then there are leads.

Another thing for which she doesn't understand.

I'm often asked, in a sarky fashion, why it is that I have a large box of leads, and whether it is imperative that I keep every charger lead (including Nokia 3210) that I have ever owned? And why was it that when we moved from Kent, 3 years ago, I managed to remember the lead box but not her handbags and umpteen shoes?

Well, because they are leads. Shoes can be replaced. Leads are a pain in the arse to source if you need one. 

Unless you have my squirrel like ability to hoard them.

As for my need to pull thngs apart, yes I admit that there have ben times when I have blown things up.

Like the year we had an electric heater (pre-kids) as the rads weren't working.

Trouble was, it stayed on for a toasty ten minutes, then would cut out. So I rejigged it so it didn't.

Until one evening we were happily and warmly sitting on the sofa watching TV and a loud bang, followed by blue flame leapt from the heater, plunging us into darkness.

Or the computers which did around about the same sizzle then die thing.

But to fail is to learn. And now I'm pretty hot at taking PCs to bits and making them better. Which is why I sort out her PC when it breaks, and she doesn't. 

The only thing she has me on?

Engines.

It is true that I once fitted a new engine in a van.

Which was fine until the battery died.

And I decided to run the engine to get the battery back to life. Which would have been great except the Air Filter (paper) fell onto the increasingly hot engine.

And what makes it worse was it was bonfire night. 

Better to stick to stereos.....

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