have a recliner, a refrigerator, a really big television, and, of
course, a remote.
We’d need only two television channels: ESPN and ESPN2.
And we wouldn’t need to go on vacation—we’d just go to
Vegas. They’ve got everything we need in Vegas—you can
gamble there, smoke cigars, eat steak, play golf, and go to the
strip club, and really, you wouldn’t need that “what happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas” slogan because men wouldn’t go blabbing
about what they did, anyway.
This is all to say that men are very simple creatures who would
be prone to doing some very simple things if not for the women in
our lives. After all, you all are the masters of “handling it”: you
work full-time, then come home to the full-time job of being
wives and mothers and everything to everybody; you’re raising
kids (all too many of you without any help from the men who
helped create them); you’re making most of the major purchasing
decisions in our households; you’re taking over key positions in the
corporate world and bringing home the bacon (some of you more
than the men in your lives); you’re excelling in college, where you
outnumber young men at a ridiculous rate; and you’re holding up
our churches and educating our children in the school system, in
effect, nurturing and protecting our minds and spirits. We men
welcome and appreciate this more than you ever will know (mainly
because we’re a little too proud sometimes to ’fess up to it).
Still, the strength it takes to “handle it” is not, in a man’s
mind, where a woman’s power lies. To us, your power comes
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