This is tongue-in-cheek, and not meant to be a serious psychological, philosophical or political opinion.
Is it just me, or is it difficult talking to women in a way that it isn’t usually difficult talking to most men — especially those with whom we have some kind of relationship (in family or love)? In such situations it is as if reason, listening and personal interest (ours) do not count as they would in the outside world.
This is only a sample conversation, but it’s indicative of the kind of phenomena I have experienced — talking mostly with women — more than with men– on many occasions.
My Mother: The coffee machine is broken.
I: Can we get it fixed?
My Mother: It doesn’t heat up.
I: Yes, I see.
My Mother: Use the Kurig.
I: Thanks, Ma, but as you know, I don’t like coffee that’s been filtered through boiling plastic. (Thus my behavior in using the Japanese tea strainer to filter the coffee coming out of the French Press — rather than letting it go through the plastic grill on top.)
My Mother: Just don’t go through all of them; they’re expensive.
I: I’ll just get some out; I haven’t been out all day. ( I go to the other room.)
My Mother: Here’s your coffee. (Bringing it into the room where I am writing this post; and of course, it was made with the Kurig).
TO COME: “Why didn’t you ask if you didn’t know you were unsure?”