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Who talks more: men or women?

A few days ago I had a heated conversation with a male friend on the subject of female vs male communications’ skills. It all started because we disagreed on whether women or men are better at giving a public speech where a controversial key message needs to be delivered.

The whole conversation turned out into an interesting debate around the subject of women talking more than men, and hence, being more capable with oral words (this was my argument and not his, of course). This is a claim that I remember reading somewhere, but could not remember where.

So to prove my point I did some Googling and although I could not find any concrete scientific evidence, it was amusing to see all the different claims available on the subject.

According to an article in Psychology Today, women use about 7,000 words a day, and men use about 2,000. On the other hand, the author of the book Counseling Criminal Justice Offenders, tells us that “Females use an estimated 25,000 words per day and males use an estimated 12,000 words per day.” And then, in James Dobson’s book Love for a Lifetime, his “research” tells us that God gives a woman 50,000 words a day, while her husband only gets 25,000.

Whatever the case, and even without documented scientific proof, it seems that the general consensus is that women are indeed more communicative than men.

If in doubt, take a look at this video clip of a man speaking to his wife and judge for yourself!

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Is James Bond an alcoholic?

Someone, with obviously not much to do, decided to count every single drink that the famous spy drinks in the entire James Bond books’ collection. The result is 317 drinks, meaning one drink every seven pages.

And if you thought that they are all Vodka Martinis, let me tell you that you are wrong. He actually drinks 101 glasses of whiskey (58 bourbons and 38 Scotches to be precise), 38 glasses of Champagne, 37 of Japanese sake, leaving the famous “shaken, not stirred” Martinis at only nineteen.

And this reminds me that I read somewhere that astronomers have recently discovered a great amount of alcohol in our region of the Milky Way. And no, I am not talking about Ireland, but about a giant cloud of methanol that measures almost 470billion kms across! Yes, I know that methanol can poison you, but still, that’s a heck of a lot of alcohol floating about.

So going back to James Bond. Is he, or is he not? Truth is, I don’t know and I really don’t care. As long as they keep casting hunks like Daniel Craig for the movie versions, he can drink the entire Milky Way and I am absolutely fine with it!

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Crisis vs Transition

Someone told me once that the difference between a forty-something man and a forty-something woman is the way they approach middle life. Women go through middle life transitions while men through middle life crises.

I was in my mid-thirties when I was told this, so I remember laughing at the comment and not thinking too much of it. That is until now that I’ve crossed the demographic line that labels me as a middle-aged woman.

So this is the way I see it now:

Women transition into middle age by taking a good careful look at what we have and we then assess it in our own womanly way: “Is this the job I want to do until I retire?” “Is this the man I want to be with until I die?” “Is this the body I want to have?” We reflect, we analyze, we carefully take a decision and then we take action over a reasonable period of time. And this is because we are well aware way beforehand of what is coming with mid-age: our body is changing, our husband is aging and our job, family and relationships’ priorities have naturally shifted since we were in our 20s or 30s.

Men, on the other hand, go into crisis mode. Let’s remember first the definition of crisis: “a critical event, usually sudden and unexpected, which if not handled in an appropriate and timely manner (or if not handled at all), may turn into a catastrophe by damaging or threatening the life, reputation or assets of a company, person, country or the environment.”

So, in a few words, men don’t see it coming until it hits them right on the nose! They sail through their 20s and 30s and all of a sudden they find themselves with a beer belly, a job where they are not where they think they should be, and a wife who is not 25 anymore and … they panic!

No need to list all the possible consequences of a man’s midlife crisis … we know the common ones such as suddenly joining a triathlon, or buying a convertible car, or over-flirting with the young blonde assistant … but what about the midlife crisis at work?

I think that greed could be a symptom of it. The level of greed that has seen the collapse of the global economy, maybe? Let’s make it clear that I am NOT saying that ALL middle aged men are to be blamed for mishandling the world finances … but what if middle aged women had been in charge of the banking system during all these years, instead?

Maybe instead of a financial crisis we would be living a financial transition.

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Celebrating Valentine’s Day?

If I wrote about Friday 13 yesterday, I thought it would only be fair to write a note on February 14 and share my experiences about this so commercialized holiday. Problem is … I have NO experience whatsoever in celebrating this day!

No, really. It’s not as if I hate the idea of Valentine’s Day as one too many of my Grinch friends do. The reason for my lack of knowledge on this holiday is that the men that I have been with in the past have all been pretty useless in the romanticism department. This means that the experience of receiving flowers and sexy underwear, or being taken for a romantic dinner or get-away on February 14, is completely foreign to me.

Despite this, I really don’t think that there is anything bad about having an official day to celebrate Love… even if it is all about giving and receiving gifts.

After all, if you think about it, why do we throw birthday parties? To celebrate that we have been alive and kicking one more year — and for the presents, right? Why do we organize a party after we get married? To celebrate that we have made official our union with the one we love — and for the presents, right? Why do we celebrate Christmas? To remember the birth of Jesus Christ — and for the presents, right? Why do we celebrate Mother’s Day, Teacher’s Day, Father’s Day, Women’s Day, etc.?

So, I wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day … and to my Grinch friends I ask you not to kill Cupid, please … it seems that because of the credit crunch he has been made redundant and is now jobless anyway, the poor thing!

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Of tall men

There are quite a few tall men that have played some role or the other in my life. The first and probably most influential has to be my father. At 1.93m tall, my friends used to (and still do) refer to him as “Little Johnny”, though I cannot really remember if they ever called him that to his face!

My maternal grandfather, a Clark Gable look-alike, was also a very tall (and good-looking) man. There have been a couple of other tall men, but I won’t write about them today because I am totally focused on the one that is patiently sitting on the side of my bed waiting for me since he arrived to my place last Monday.

Truth is (there you go), what is waiting for me is not the real guy, but his most recent book. He is tall and handsome in an ugly sort of way (or is it the other way around?), totally rude, and the owner of the crudest British humor. But truth is (there you go again) that I am totally infatuated with him. I am talking about Jeremy Clarkson, of course – who else?

Pause to allow those who hate him to leave the blog — probably for good!

For those who don’t know who he is, Clarkson is the ‘love me’ or ‘hate me’ type of personality. I obviously belong to the first group. I won’t go into what I believe he does well or not on his BBC show; but his writing is witty to the point of managing to keep my unconditional interest from cover to cover even when he publishes a book about cars and nothing else. And that is what I call VERY sexy.

So at the moment I am keeping the latest “The World According to Clarkson” installment waiting for me while I finish a really interesting novel by some Indian author.

But that’s OK; I read somewhere that it’s good to keep the ‘bad boys’ waiting a bit before a big date.
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