Feb 15 2013

Quotable: Sherlock Holmes

“Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.” –Sherlock Holmes in A Scandal in Bohemia

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Feb 6 2013

Overheard: 36 yr old female

“At least you weren’t eating a whole watermelon a day.”

From a conversation between two women discussing their cravings during pregnancy.

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Jan 21 2011

Overheard: 30 yr old woman

“So everyone smells like a baby’s butt!”

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Dec 27 2010

petticoat government

n. A government by women, especially at home.

“…instead of being a subject to his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free citizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the changes of states and empires made but little impression on him; but there was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was—petticoat government.”

–Washington Irving, Rip Van Winkle

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Oct 19 2010

Overheard: 35 yr old woman

“She did a summer at Oxford. In England!”

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Oct 14 2010

Overheard: 30 yr old women

WOMAN1: Why don’t you use mascara?

WOMAN2: Because I poke myself in the eye.

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Apr 7 2009

Rear-view mirror

One of the ways you can tell whether a car belongs to a man or a woman is to look at the rear-view mirror.

For a guy, a rear-view mirror is for looking at things behind him, and, just maybe, a parking pass.

For a woman, a rear-view mirror is gallery waiting to be populated. It is not unusual to see about 30 pounds of stuff hanging from a woman’s mirror, consisting of, but not limited to: beads, rosaries, pictures of her children, religious symbols, necklaces, old flowers, concert passes, stuffed animals, feathers, keychains, bottles of perfume, and even other mirrors.

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Mar 31 2009


Several years ago I wanted to do something cool for my wife, so I wrote about a dozen little notes, printed them off and folded them neatly. Then I took them around to a dozen of my friends to ask them to deliver them to Heather for me.

The idea was akin to having flowers delivered, except a dozen personalized flowers showing up randomly throughout the day. At first one of my friends thought maybe Heather and I were having marriage problems, and had to be reassured that everything was great before she would be party to delivering the note. My ideas of what would be really cool aren’t always as cool as I think, and they don’t always work out, but this one worked out nicely: Heather loved it.

The men I gave these notes to delivered them dutifully, no big deal.

However, I found out later that the notes piqued the curiosity of some of the women, and before they delivered them–they read them.

I wasn’t angry; I think I literally laughed out loud when I heard about it. Besides, I hadn’t written anything I would have been mortified to have revealed, and nothing everybody didn’t know already (I think Heather is the greatest, I like being married, etc).

It was a valuable lesson, and unlike most lessons, it was painless.

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