Monday, August 22, 2011
His Mind/My Mind
Sometimes, over a cuppa, I like to reflect or ponder upon things.
Today over my mug of heaven I thought I would ruminate over the differences in the male and female mind. Now I don`t profess to be any kind of mental health professional, and I know this subject has been debated since time immortal but sometimes the wide gap in man-woman brains astounds me. And this from a woman that`s been married over twenty years to the same man. (Got to stick that same man nugget in there nowadays just for clarification) What set my mind to mulling was a discussion Mister and I had Saturday.
It was our monthly ‘Go to dinner, see a flick and leave the kid at Grandma`s night’. So I called our little local theater to get the times and find out what was playing. After listening to the choices and pitching a fit that the new Ryan Reynolds movie wasn`t playing, Mister and I had this conversation. I think the subtle nuance of the mind-sets comes out rather well.
“Well,” I said with a frown over not being able to see my Ryan,” Out of all of them I`d like to see Conan.”
“It won`t be good,” my mate muttered. (He`s a huge fan of the original Arnold movie. Me on the other hand can barely tolerate watching the original due to the-well, we`ll see why-)
“Now how can you know that?”
“It`s not Arnold.”
*Sighs*” Yes, I know it`s not. It`s Jason Momoa. Maybe we`ll be able to understand what Conan says this time and hey, maybe Momoa can act!”
*Raising a brow at my slice at The Terminator* “He`s not as big as Arnold was.”
“And your point is?”
“It won`t be as good.”
“So the merit of the movie isn`t based upon the actor, his speech or his acting ability, it`s based on the size of the man`s pectorals?”
“When you look like Arnold it doesn`t matter if you can act or not.”
*Falling down into a chair to gape at the man*
“Nothing, I`m just trying to figure out what that even means,” I said dully.
“Look,” he said as if I were some silly woman,” If you look like Arnold it doesn`t matter if you can act. I mean, he was enormous! This guy isn`t nearly as-“
“But he couldn`t barely speak passable English when he made that!” I argued hoping my estrogen would wash over the testosterone words and somehow make them sensible to me.
“So? He was huge.”
“So`s an elephant but that doesn`t mean they can act!”
“What the hell does an elephant have to do with Conan?”
“What the hell does a man`s bicep girth have to do with good acting?” I inquired because I really wanted to know. A moment passed.
“It better have lots of blood,” Mister grunted.
I still don`t know what bearing a bigger chest has on a thespian`s ability to act. Nor shall I ever be able to figure out the discussion or the thought-process of the man I married. All I do know is that every male shall pale in comparison to Arnold I guess.
Oh, and the new Conan had enough blood to appease Mister.