I would say that genetically it could be proven that males are inferior since they lack a X-chromosome parity to negate the effects of recessive genes.
One day, a rather inebriated ice fisherman drilled a hole in the ice and peered deeply into the hole examining it for fish. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed, "There are no fish down there."
Surprised, but not discouraged, the fisherman continued on. He walked several yards away, drilled another hole and peered deeply into it. Again, out of nowhere, a voice suddenly boomed, "There's no fish down there."
A bit nervous now, the fisherman managed to continue. He walked about 50 yards away and drilled yet another hole, peered long and deep into the hole, hoping for some fish. Suddenly, the voice boomed again, this time louder than ever, "There's no fish down there!!!"
The fisherman, quite frightened at this point, looked up into the sky and asked, "God!? Is that you?"
"No, you idiot," the voice said. "It's the rink manager."
The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the farmer to give him some job to do.
The farmer told him to clean up all of the cow manure. The farmer thought that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.
The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was done.
The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.
The farmer asked the manager: "How is that you made such difficult jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?"
The manager answered: "Listen, all my life I'm cutting heads and dealing with crap, but now you ask me to make decisions!"
Brian and his two friends are hanging out at a bar. They're talking about life, sports and other guy things when the conversation finally gets around to to their marriages.
His first friend says: "I think my wife is having an affair with the electrician. The other day I came home and found wire cutters under our bed and they weren't mine."
His second friend says: "You know what? I think my wife is having an affair with the plummer the other day I found a wrench under the bed and it wasn't mine."
Brian, surprised by the candor of his friends, decides to come forth with his marital concerns: "I think my wife is having an affair with a horse."
Both his friends look at him, or course, with utter disbelief.
"No I'm serious. The other day I came home and found a jockey under our bed."
A middle aged woman has a heart attack and is taken to the hospital.
While on the operating table she has a near-death experience. A bright light approaches her and as she the light gets brighter, she sees God and wonders if, "This is it..."
God, omnipotent as he is, reads her minde and definitely says:
"No. This is not it." He goes on to explain that she has another 30 to 40 years to live.
The bright light fades away and the woman begins to awake. After her complete recovery, the woman decides to stay in the hospital and get a face lift, liposuction, breast augmentation, and a tummy tuck. She even has someone come in to change her hair color. She figures since she's got another 30 to 40 years she might as well make the most of it.
After the last operation, she walks out of the hospital and right in the parking lot, she's killed by an ambulance speeding up to the emergency room!
She approaches the white light again and finally arrives before God. Sheasks, "I thought you said I had another 30 to 40 years?" To which God replied:
"Sally? Is that you? Oh, dear. Sorry, I didn't recognize you."
Two men were adrift in a life boat following a dramatic escape from a burning freight vessel. While rummaging through the boat's provisions, one of the men stumbled across an old lamp. Secretly hoping that a genie would appear, he rubbed the lamp vigorously. To the amazement of the castaways, a genie came forth!
This particular genie, however, stated that she could only deliver one wish, not the standard three. Without giving much thought to the matter the man blurted out, "Make the entire ocean into beer!"
Immediately the genie clapped her hands with a deafening crash, and the entire sea turned into the finest brew ever sampled by mortals. Simultaneously, the genie vanished to her freedom. Only the gentle lapping of beer on the hull broke the stillness as the two men considered their circumstances. The other man looked disgustedly at the one whose wish had been granted.
After a long, tension-filled moment, he spoke:
"Nice going! Now we're going to have to pee in the boat."
One night, Tom does what he normally does --- he kisses his wife, crawls into bed and falls asleep. All of a sudden, he wakes up with an elderly man dressed in a white robe sitting next to him!
"What the heck are you doing in my bedroom...and who are you?" he asked.
"This is not your bedroom," the man replied. "I am St. Peter, and you are in heaven."
"WHAT! Are you saying I'm dead? I don't want to die! I'm too young," said Tom. "I want you to send me back immediately."
"It's not that easy", said St.Peter. "You can only return as a dog or a hen. The choice is your own."
Tom thought about it for a while, and figured out that being a dog would be too tiring, but a hen would probably have a nice and relaxed life. Running around with a rooster can't be that bad.
"I want to return as a hen," Tom replied.
And in the next second, he found himself nicely feathered and in a chicken farm. But now he felt like his rear end was gonna blow. Then along came the rooster.
"Hey, you must be the new hen St. Peter told me about," he said. "How do you like being a hen?"
"Well, OK I guess, but it feels like my butt is about to explode."
"Oh that!" said the rooster. "That's only the ovulation going on. You need to lay an egg."
"How do I do that?" Tom asked.
"Cluck twice, and then you push all you can."
Tom clucked twice and pushed more than he was good for, and then 'plop' an egg was on the ground.
"Wow" Tom said. "That felt really good!" So he clucked again and squeezed. And you better believe that there was yet another egg on the ground.
The third time he clucked, he heard his wife shout:
"Doggone it Tom! Wake up! You're messin' up the bed sheets again!"
Appreciation is the number one step to intimacy. If we cannot appreciate the people we love in their wholeness, warts and all, we shall not ever appreciate the miracle that is ourselves, warts and all. The truest tragedy is to never be your own friend.
Gotcha. I guess we all learn in our own way, or don't. My relationship with Joli is so special because she likes to have my constant attention, but doesn't require it. So she appreciates my time that I can show her that type of attention without it being something that defines her. That I can respect, love and work with. Anything less than a balanced outlook is unacceptable to me, because the other demands on my time are not things I allow unnecessarily.
I think there's a surprising amount of professional women who have sacrificed a portion of their humanity and femininity to be where they are career-wise, and I think to some degree they harbor regrets.
I don't know if this is fact, it's just something I think. Misery is a relative thing, and for a woman to sacrifice one form of fulfillment for another just seems like a compensation game that I think can be balanced if they work things right.
It doesn't mean we're not still friends LL and driven. Like LL said I'm only annoyed, not incensed. Just being honest, as that is the thrust of this thread. Not that I wouldn't do the same if it weren't, lol.
A good heart, a willingness to make allowances for an imperfect world and an imperfect man, and yes, big bazookas never hurt. After all, you never know when you might have to face down a tank.
I find this book to be extremely interesting in that it suggests a holistic scientific view of the cosmos rather than a reductionist and deterministic view, which, via chaos math, has been shown to be incomplete and narrow-minded. There ARE meaningful connections between acausal events, as Jung defined synchronicity, and we are only just now finding the possibility of those connections.
On a different topic. I would like to recommend a book about synchronicity to you, "Synchronicity: The Bridge Between Matter and Mind" - by F. David Peat. Very, very interesting.
It feels empty in my house this weekend. Joli filled my life in the brief time she was here with lots of love and laughter, and it just doesn't feel right without her next to me anymore.
Now taking donations for the "Bring Joli back to the NW" Emergency Fund.
There once was a pilot named Stuebing, Who was court-martialed for lubing The wrong pipe, not the one with the stripe, But the other one, browner, and fouler Now he's in the brig with a howler, And its a sty as they sit and they cry About the good old days in San Francisco.
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RE: WOMEN WILL ALWAYS BE INFERIOR TO MEN
I would say that genetically it could be proven that males are inferior since they lack a X-chromosome parity to negate the effects of recessive genes.