Mare noticed my previous post and sent me another crap MSN article. Oh no, it's on.

Things a Man Should Never Do in the Company of a Woman

Reveal how much your car cost.
-- In my husband's case, it would be how little his car cost, since he prides himself in small car payments. And also how low the mileage is: we have a six-year-old car with 45,000 miles on it.

Clean your gun.
-- Not even. This is hot. You should definitely do this in front of me.

Polish high school trophies (which you still have displayed).
-- OK, this one is lame. But how many people are doing this? Oh wait, hang on, I fall into this category. I still proudly display an award I received when I ran high school track because it was an award for the person who put out the most effort despite being handicapped by a natural inability to run fast. I worked my tail off on that track to be good, and I had no God-given talent to rely on. That award is important to me. If my husband had something like that, you can darn well believe that I'd let him keep it and polish it whenever he wanted to.

Refer to your mother as your best friend.
-- Isn't it a good thing for a guy to love his mother?

Rap.
-- My husband doesn't do this really, but sometimes he does quote rap songs as if he's quoting Mark Twain or Socrates, and it is hilarious when he does it.

Check out our assistant/roommate/the baby-sitter.
-- The last time my husband came home from Iraq, he had spent 13 months without seeing a woman. (He was on an all-male combat arms FOB.) He stared like crazy when he got home, not out of disrespect for me but because it was such a novelty. It didn't bother me in the least.

Question our footwear.
-- I've had my husband question my footwear. You know, when I was wearing inappropriate footwear. He's no dummy; he knows that cute little sandals are gonna hurt like hell after lots of walking.

Blow-dry your hair.
-- High and tight. No need for this one. I think my dad blow dries his hair in the winter sometimes. I dare anyone to say my dad isn't manly enough.

Tip less than 20 percent.
-- My husband is fine in this department. I'm the one who's Mr. Pink.

Celebrity impressions.
-- His Cartman and Slingblade make me laugh.

Impressions of us.
-- So does his impression of me. I sound an awful lot like Glenn Beck's wife, and it makes me crack up. Gosh, I wish I could hear him do it now.

Forget to carry cash.
-- What a dumb addition to this list.

Flip it, flop it, swing it around, tug on it, adjust it, scratch it, or do anything that will remind us that it's just a goofy appendage and not a mystical source of pleasure and satisfaction.
-- Weird.

Wii.
-- He doesn't have one. He has an old PS2 and old games from 2002, because he made a pimp decision.

Boot and rally.
-- I have no idea what this means.

Scream—at the dog, at the guy who just stole your parking spot, at Bill Belichick. Because, no matter how much Belichick deserves it (cheater!), when we hear you raise your voice, we have an idea of what we're in for.
-- My husband does have a tendency to shout at the TV, but I'm getting used to it. And if that's his only fault, then I can live with it.

Talk about former exploits. Ever.
-- Not a problem in our house.

Use the words bitch, slut, tramp, or whore, unless referring to another man.
-- He uses them when they're approproately funny. Sometimes about women. Deal with it.

Tell us you're going to kiss us. (Just get on with it!)
-- Had to throw in something cutesy there, right? Just to offset all the carping, bitchy other things you put in the rest of the list.

I thought I'd try, in Rachel Lucas fashion, to come up with a list of things women shouldn't do in front of men. But the whole concept is just dumb. Let men be men and women be women. If you like hanging out together, then you like the whole package. Why on earth do you want to be with a man who is reprogrammed to act like a woman? There is not a thing I can think of that my husband can't do in front of me, farting included. And there is not a thing he can say to his buddies that he can't say in front of me. Because I love him and I love everything about him. He doesn't need to hide part of his personality so I will stay with him.

He's perfect just the way he is.

Posted by: Sarah at 06:12 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment
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1 Aw! What a great post. He's a lucky guy! (and I'm sure he knows he is.)

Posted by: T at May 20, 2008 07:18 AM (KV0YP)

2 Sarah... I love pimp decisions. I do. But I really want a Wii.... BTW CAT williams is coming here like next week.... I am not going, because I have already seen all of his stuff on TV. so I suppose that is a pimp decision. I will save my Cat Williams $$$ and put it in a Wii account?

Posted by: awtm at May 20, 2008 07:59 AM (Xx9d8)

3 Okay, I do ask farting be done in another room, because... well, my husband could kill puppies with that stuff. AWFUL! I'm with you on the gun cleaning, though! Yummy...

Posted by: airforcewife at May 20, 2008 08:33 AM (mIbWn)

4 I just thought it was the Dumbest. List. Ever. What raised my ire the most in fact was the mother comment. My own mother gave me the advice that if a man doesn't love and respect his mother chances are he won't like and respect women in general. While I know this is not true 100% of the time (some folks sadly do get hosed in the parent dept.) I still think it's a good call most of the time. Doesn't make a man a wuss to love his mom. The rest I just thought was a bunch of stupid arbitrary rules that women make up for guys to follow.

Posted by: Mare at May 20, 2008 08:47 AM (EI19G)

5 I'm with you on these. Heck, if my husband did *not* do half the stuff on these lists I'd question my judgment. Finally, in the past year, my husband has been able to change his description from "my computer costs more than my car."

Posted by: Tara at May 20, 2008 01:38 PM (c595h)

6 AMEN.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at May 20, 2008 06:00 PM (4Es1w)

7 Boot and rally? Drink too much,get sick,yet go back for more alcohol? Just a guess.

Posted by: MaryIndiana at May 20, 2008 10:51 PM (PEFLo)

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