Men and PMT
What is it about men and PMT? Normally, they don't want to talk about anything that could be considered to come even vaguely under the category "women's troubles". Yet when it comes to pre-menstrual tension, they are only too happy to bandy the words round. Not that they want to discuss it like a serious issue, oh no. They just use "the time of the month" to cover for their own shortcomings, namely their inability to understand women even the tiniest little bit.
Any sign of grumpiness from a woman and men seem to immediately withdraw behind the protective shield of blaming it on on her hormones. Forget the fact that they've been late home ten nights in a row, that the toilet seat is permanently up, towels dumped in a heap to dry some time this century and boxer shorts littered across the bedroom floor. I mean why on earth would that be the cause of a woman's bad mood? It's not like most men expect women to clear up after them, is it? No, we just spend hours trying to sympathise and empathise with their work troubles and generally sort out and organise their lives.
I don't know about Men are from Mars, Women from Venus. Personally, most of the men I meet seem to come from Uranus! And the next time one of them lightly plays with the phrase PMT, I know what I shall be screaming back at them: "Prehistoric Men Trauma!". And no, before you ask guys, it isn't that "time of the month"!
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Come on now, Sarah, we are talking about men, the ones who can't multi-task. I always say you can't expect them to think AND breathe!
Before anyone gets upset with me, I'm not being serious - just joining in the fun.
And after 45 years, sorry if it upsets them, but yes I do think men automatically let/expect us pick up after them to some degree.
And yes, they get very upset when women say they can't do more than one thing at a time; when they're shown as idiots in TV ads. and especially the one for girls cheaper insurance, Sheila's Wheels.
I'm about to do some re-posting and one of the items that will be on my blog is how many pairs of socks I've picked up, washed,dried and put away in our marriage.
Get your calculators out girls!
Your article is so true - yet I'm surprised at the lack of male comments here. Are they hiding??
My DH-to-be is fairly good with putting his dirties into the washing basket in the airing cupboard. But I've almost given up on telling him which towel mine is - and which is his! Yes, the one on the top rail (where else!) is his, and the lower one is mine. But can he remember? Nah! Next time he runs my bath it'll be his towel by the bath side, and again I'll have to swap them over.
But then, he does the hoovering & ironing, so it's not too bad I suppose! Bless his (mixed) cotton socks...