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Dear Man/Dear Woman: A Noteworthy Conversation … September 3rd, 2016
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(He takes the television remote, punches pause, sighs and leans back in his chair)
Dear Man: What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to watch a movie.
Dear Woman: I did.
Dear Man: So what’s going on? Why the pause?
Dear Woman: I just get tired of these flicks portraying men and women at odds, always fussing with each other–acting like “pretend fighting” is funny, and even flirtatious.
Dear Man: Oh, I just don’t take it seriously. It’s just entertainment.
Dear Woman: But isn’t entertainment supposed to entertain you instead of annoy you? And by the way, without being mean-spirited here, it does affect you.
Dear Man: In what way?
Dear Woman: Sometimes–I’m not saying all the time–both you and I play the little game we see in the movies of poking at each other, thinking it’s funny.
Dear Man: Oh, you’re thinking too much.
Dear Woman: That’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that to me. But truthfully, what comes through our eyes and ears does penetrate us. Aren’t movies supposed to do that?
Dear Man: I never thought of it that way. So what is it that troubles you the most?
Dear Woman: It’s the bickering. The “pretend fighting.” The ongoing idea that men and women can’t peacefully co-exist until they decide to get along by having make-up sex.
Dear Man: Wow. Is it that serious?
Dear Woman: Yes. I think it’s worse than that. I think there is a sensation that if men and women don’t fume, romance can’t bloom.
Dear Man: So how do you think it should be? Are there conflicts?
Dear Woman: Let’s look at it this way. Both of us eat. Both of us sleep. Both of us pee. Both of us crap. Both of us think. Both of us laugh. Both of us cry. I could go on and on. The similarities we possess are enormous, but we decide to focus on a tiny list of differences.
Dear Man: Such as…?
Dear Woman: Well, I can’t have a baby. And you probably can’t lift a hundred and fifty pounds. I can’t nurse my child. Yet you don’t have the seed to make an offspring. Those should be enhancements.
Dear Man: I still believe you’re over-thinking it.
Dear Woman: Maybe. But I have to tell you, the white people in America came out to minstrel shows and laughed their heads off over actors in black face who were fussing, arguing, doing dumb things and generating what was considered comedic pratfalls. As long as the black race was the butt of a joke, there was no chance for equality.
Dear Man: Isn’t humor a release?
Dear Woman: Maybe. But it’s also a weapon, to keep real feelings at bay so we can insert prejudices.
Dear Man: So what do you suggest?
Dear Woman: A really simple solution. If it’s important enough to feel, it’s important enough to say, instead of hiding behind some frustration by using a lame joke.
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Dear Man/Dear Woman: A Noteworthy Conversation … August 6th, 2016
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Dear Man: People are making tons of money by promoting the gender wars–books, seminars, movies and television programs accumulate a huge haul of cash by continuing to foster the irreconcilable differences between men and women.
Dear Woman: I suppose that’s true, but what do you plan on doing about it?
Dear Man: I’m just explaining that as long as there’s money to be made, there won’t be a willingness to come to the truth of the matter.
Dear Woman: And what is the truth?
Dear Man: The truth is, we will continue to think that women are the weaker sex and that they are irrational, until we sit down and have a great dialogue and risk losing this dishonest money in favor of seminars and shows that illustrate the two genders working together.
Dear Woman: That’s not gonna happen.
Dear Man: I don’t know whether it’s gonna work in the end, but we could make a beginning. Let’s start with the fact that you are taught that I am irrational, and I am taught that because you feel that way, you are irrelevant.
Dear Woman: Interesting. So what you’re saying is, if you find me irrelevant, I more than likely will naturally conclude that you’re irrational for feeling that way.
Dear Man: And if you’re constantly hounding me about being irrational, I will find you irrelevant.
Dear Woman: It seems like there’s no solution.
Dear Man: Every solution begins with a door, and I think I know where to go in.
Dear Woman: I’m all ears.
Dear Man: The toilet seat.
Dear Woman: Oh, no. No way. That old battle has been fought to a bloody end.
Dear Man: That’s because we think it’s impossible to handle. Here’s the truth–a man lifts the toilet seat to piss because he doesn’t want to pee on the seat. That’s already considerate. To lift the toilet seat he has to reach down and bring it up. At the end of his business, he reaches over to flush the pot. At that point his hand is mere inches away from tapping the seat and letting it fall back down.
Dear Woman: I understand that. But it doesn’t happen. So if you keep complaining about it, you’re spitting in the wind.
Dear Man: It doesn’t happen because we fail to realize that lifting the toilet seat in the first place is a consideration. It requires some effort. It actually takes less effort to knock it back down than it does to lift it.
Dear Woman: It may make sense to you, but just mentioning the problem puts men on edge–defensive–and makes women look like self-righteous complainers.
Dear Man: Are you telling me that if you were at boot camp and the drill sergeant got in your face and ordered you to put down the toilet seat, you would be unable to learn it?
Dear Woman: No. I would do it because I was threatened.
Dear Man: So why aren’t you threatened by appearing to be calloused, uncaring and unwilling to change?
Dear Woman: I suppose because it’s my way, as a man, of saying that this particular thing will be done my way. Is that what you want to hear?
Dear Man: Is it the truth?
Dear Woman: The truth is, I don’t think I can remember it every time. So I don’t want to try.
Dear Man: You wouldn’t have to remember it every time. If I saw you do it occasionally, it would open my heart–to realize when I finish the toilet I could lift the lid for you. Nobody’s going to die by lifting or dropping a toilet seat. But if we would just show one another that we’re aware, even half the time, it would go miles on the journey to understanding.
Dear Woman: It’s not easy.
Dear Man: But it is simple. It can be done. And even if it’s done infrequently, the fact that I cross your mind is meaningful to me, and the fact that you think about a woman being in your life when it comes to the bathroom, is powerful for you. We have to get along in every room of the house–not just the bedroom.
Dear Woman: So you want me to do this?
Dear Man: Do you want to try?
Dear Woman: No. But you make so much damn sense that I’d rather try than argue about it.
Dear Man: Isn’t that a step?
Dear Woman: Yeah. I suppose so. But it feels like a step into a big pile of poop.
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Cracked 5 … June 21st, 2016
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Some Clumsy and Tense Exchanges Between Massa and Slave the Morning After the Civil War Ended
A. Massa: “Well, uh…if you ever need a recommendation…”
B. Slave: “Every time you asked for lemon in your tea, I peed in the glass.”
C. Massa: “Hey, listen–no hard feelings about your wife and all, right?”
D. Slave: “I wuz wonderin’ if you might just let me and Toby here have a crack at your whip. We wuz always curious to try it.”
E. Slave: “No hard feelings about your daughter Missy Sue, right?”
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G-Poppers … October 16th, 2015
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Grandson and Granddaughter came running into the room under a great cloud of bickering.
Grandson had obviously had a tiff with a friend because he was proclaiming, “People are bad,” while Granddaughter was defending the race, saying that “people are good.”
G-Pop sat quietly listening, allowing the smoke to clear from their battle.
At length, Granddaughter asked, “What do you think, G-Pop? Are people bad? Or good?”
G-Pop smiled and said, “People are like really smart, well-trained dogs. They have learned that if they don’t pee on the carpet, they get more treats. If they stay out of the closet and refrain from chewing shoes, they receive more freedom on the leash. And if they learn when to bark, and certainly never bite, they are considered a treasure.”
“But when they’re not smart, and they’re poorly trained, they tend to run in packs, attacking anyone who’s weak. But let me tell you–it does not matter if the dog is smart or well-trained. You still must keep it away from cats and garbage cans–because every dog, when it gets around its enemy–the cat–turns into a scrapper. And every canine becomes nothing less than an animal when it hangs around the garbage.”
When G-Pop finished his little comparative narrative, he realized he was dealing with a split audience.
His grandson seemed delighted, having his faith restored that new tricks were possible from a “dogged” populace. But G-Pop’s granddaughter–well, she seemed disgusted, displaying a “screw the pooch” face.
“People aren’t dogs,” she snarled as she scampered out of the room.
G-Pop giggled. Turning to his grandson, he concluded, “She’s right, you know. People aren’t really dogs. Yet getting smarter and better trained may still be our best path to guarding our houses, while still remaining man’s best friend.”
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Cracked 5 … July 28th, 2015
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Ways to Save Water During Drought in California
A. Wring out your washcloth to make morning coffee.
B. Recycle your spit.
C. Exercise, sweat and roll in the grass to water your lawn.
D. Pee less–think less about water.
E. Shower in 3’s.
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Old Dogs … January 17, 2013
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The old dog scampered, skittered and slid her way to the door to greet me, depositing a dribble of pee on the ground as a symbol of her devotion. Then she stood at my feet, blocking my entrance, until I was able to shuffle away with her trailing behind, wheezing, panting, trying to keep up with her favorite person–the one who’s the filler of the bowl, the patter of the head and the distributor of treats.
She perched herself in front of me for review and also for affirmation of stroking and petting. Honestly, she offers little in the way of reciprocal affection, other than the unfailing stare of adoration.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the old dog turned and ran towards the glass door, seeing her reflection and being haunted by a mythical competitor. As dinner is served, she made her way to my side, offering me her undivided attention as I consumed my evening repast while she begged for morsels from my portion.
She remained totally involved until the last dish was cleared and conversation ensued. As I began to share my findings of the day, stories of my experiences and little anecdotes of blessing and hassle with the room, the old dog found her way to my feet and lay down in a great big heap, expressing her indifference for the glories of conversational interchange.
In no time at all, she was asleep–but her presence was still made known through snores, which rattled the room, farts, which aired her incessant fragrance, and snorts, exhibiting the effects of an ongoing, contentious struggle with a rival dream-beagle.
She is an old dog–not terribly interested in most of the life going on around her, but she still finds a way to wiggle in to acquire her needs and establish her worth. She is an interesting combination of companion and aggravation, depending on the situation, and even proximity.
Old dogs are everywhere. Old dogs have already established the maturity of their turf and only occasionally will gnaw on your shoe in flashbacks to puppyhood.
You see, it’s not so much that old dogs can’t learn new tricks. It’s just that old dogs are so challenged by their old tricks that they still think they’re new.
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