A few years ago, I read an article by some crusty old college professor type dudes, that said women talk something like three or four times as much as men. That’s just bullcrap, I remember thinking to myself. I am a substitute teacher and a wife and mother of a boy and let me tell you something, the boys talk and gossip more than the girls. When I am teaching it is usually the boys who get in trouble for talking. Just recently, I had a third grade boy come up to me when I was subbing and tell me all about his love life and how one girl keeps trying to get him to “go out” with her when she KNOWS he already has a girlfriend. Needless to say, I gave him the mom/teacher combo speech about how he is too young for all that junk and he needed to just go back and sit down and stop thinking about girls so much. It went on and on, but you get the gist.
So anyway, back to women talking more than men. It started to hit home with me a while ago, but over the last weekend, it hit home with a ton of lead, exactly WHY women talk so much. It’s because we have to repeat EVERYTHING we say, especially to the men in our lives. Both the big men and the little ones. I was sitting in my living room trying to avoid the 52 inches of Sponge Bob that was blaring in the family room, when my son walked through and I asked him if he had finished his homework. “What?” I repeated myself. “WHAT?” I repeated myself again. “Oh, yeah, I got it done a long time ago.” Then, when I was in the kitchen, which is PART OF MY FAMILY ROOM AREA, I said to the same small boy, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.” “What?” I repeated myself. “WHAT?” “GO WASH YOUR HANDS IF YOU WANT FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “gee mom, you don’t have to yell…” It’s a good thing he’s cute and does funny things.
This went on ALL WEEKEND. For everything. It could be an order I’ve given, a request I’ve made, a compliment I’ve doled out, permission to go play outside, an announcement that I have won the Powerball and everyone is now going to go to school online and we are going to buy an RV and travel the world with it like The Wild Thornberries, and I will have to repeat myself. Usually more than once. By the time I went to bed on Sunday night, I was exhausted. I didn’t do more physically than I usually do, I hadn’t solved any quantum physics problems that would’ve worn me out mentally, all I did was repeat myself. Over and over and over. I don’t have to repeat myself as much with my daughter, and as time goes by, less and less often with my husband, but the little boy is going to kill me. Or drive me crazy. Or cause me to take a vow of silence. HA, let them function for more than a few hours if I do THAT!
SO, the next time some MAN (and lets face it, it’s usually a man) says that women talk too much, look at him and say “What?” Make him repeat it a few times, then just shrug and grunt and walk away. It will totally freak him out and it will be funny. Try it.
Be kind to each other peeps 🙂