Last night my dearest critique partner (aka husband) was wandering about the web while waiting for me to hand him the laptop. He came upon this post and after I changed my clothes and used the urine remover on the couch, we had a somber moment reflecting on the differences between the genders and families and such things as hormonal and mental unbalances. (In case you’re wondering, this was a normal night around here.) Which leads me to my Friday Missive.
Why are we the way we are? Is it gender? Birth order? The dropping-on-head events along the way? Was it the god-awful clothing options of the 1970s? Hell if I know, but I can’t help but reflect here a bit. I have a feeling it’s going to be along the lines of the dull side of the aluminum foil, but I feel the need to reflect. Continue reading