The women’s movement has come a long way. But I have learned recently that the fairer sex still has a lot of ground to gain.
For instance, trousers.
My wife got a catalog from a well-known retailer the other day. I started flipping through it for some unknown reason.
I have a real problem with what’s going on with women’s pants these days.
As human beings, we face many difficult challenges. Every day we have to tackle many tasks and make dozens of difficult decisions. It’s a wonder we even know how to correctly pump gas.
According to New Jersey officials, that’s a task that might be out of the grasp of the normal human brain. Self-service is against the law in Jersey (state motto: You lookin’ at me?”).
The governor recently suggested that the law change in conjunction with lower gas prices to help people deal with high gas prices.
You would think he had told his constituents they had to shovel their own toxic waste.
As Maria and I drove down the road one day recently, I had an epiphany. I’m wasting my brain, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. We had the radio playing and a song came on. I couldn’t even tell you now what the song was, which is one of the biggest tragedies of the story.
But at the time, I not only knew the artist and title, but I knew pretty much every lyric. And I hadn’t heard the song in years.
Why are those lyrics taking up space in my brain?
We hit a very important milestone this week. Maria and I moved into a new and exciting economic strata. No, we don’t have a chauffeur. And I didn’t get the golf cart I have always wanted to tool around in. We didn’t even get a high-definition TV.
We have someone who will mow our lawn for us.