Look, I get it that men think differently than women do (big surprise there, I know). The examples are many, and the Crankee Yankee is no exception. Here are some of the highlights of men vs. women:
- The TV. Men don’t necessarily want to know what’s on TV; they want to know what else is on TV.
- Sports. I personally don’t care for sports; I’m sure that there are loads of women who do, but I don’t. But it seems that all men love sports. Which is fine by me, but what I don’t like is the Crankee Yankee constantly switching channels to check the scores.
- The kitchen sink. How hard is it to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, or wash the dang dishes and put them away?
- Leftovers. Speaking just for us, we like leftovers. What I don’t like is when someone (and I don’t mean our cats) leaves the remains of the leftovers out. For Pete’s sake, just put them back in the refrigerator. Sheesh.
- Home security. Even though we live in a nice neighborhood in a nice town, bad things sometimes happen. I am always locking the doors, and the Crankee Yankee is always leaving them unlocked. I always carry my house keys with me; the Crankee Yankee does not. You can imagine how that works out.
And the list goes on. I’m sure that most men have their own lists about women, too. I think that the man stuff and the woman stuff is just plain old DNA. Often the things that we women think are important are often not so much with men—and vice-versa. I read an old story about men and women: long ago it was said that men and women were one body and one mind. There was no arguing, no fighting, no having to be right; it was just peaceful and easy for them both.
But at some point, we separated into individuals, and that’s probably where the differences came in. Who knows? But it’s a good story just the same.
So—what are we to do these days as separate entities? Oh, of course we can establish ground rules of the house, which is a great idea—but seldom holds up. We can talk about it (and see how long that lasts), we can accept it and be boiling mad all the time, or we can just accept it and not make it a “live or die” situation.
I read the following a long time ago, and I always think about it when something the Crankee Yankee does that makes me nuts. It goes like this:
“To keep love brimming in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it.
Whenever you’re right, SHUT UP!”
And you know what? It WORKS.