PS: Haha, great handle, Sir!

PS ‘It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy.’ - George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four

PS: Mr. Blanc, I think women can do without us for this complaining. They seem to be able to complain pretty well to other women and about other subjects though often is is just about men. Just keep me out of it. As for your next thing, I really wonder how some really good sex robots will change the whole relationship, as the pill did.

Regarding your footnote, that is some interesting evolutionary psychology. I would think that men's impetus to get off their asses could be based just on getting sex to begin with, but the bitching can indeed get us out of the house more, where more work gets done, or at least did in the past.

PS For many years, I’ve said that women would be less unhappy if they lived and worked with other women and didn’t have to concern themselves with what men were doing, or not doing, or could be doing, or should be doing*. But it’s possible that women would be more unhappy without men to complain about and blame for all the things that go wrong in their lives. Perhaps it is the case that they can’t live with us, but can’t live without us. They’d just better hope that men don’t come to the realization that modern women just don’t bring enough to the table for us to put up with their drama.

* Actually, I used to say that women would be happier if they lived and worked, etc. But it occurred to me that it’s probably the case that women are perpetually dissatisfied. The shoes are never quite right. The outfit is never quite right. The furniture is never quite right. The boyfriend or husband is never quite right. This is possibly an evolutionary adaptation. Perhaps female dissatisfaction has been the principal driver of human development. It could be what’s been behind men getting up off the couch, turning off the game, and going out to create civilization, in the hopes that it will cheer the little lady up.

PS: If you remember the rest of your thoughts, feel free to chime in, Robert. The software is here for you, ready to listen. Our only advice, put "PS" in CAPS first.

PS: About twenty years ago, when I went back to finish my edumacation, I was of an age where I was old enough to be the father, or maybe the 'cool uncle' of most of the students. I got many late night visits, and quickly learned that the first question I asked was, "are you looking for advice, or just someone to listen?" Most guys wanted advice; most gals, someone to listen --- the only exception, sexual advice on how to keep their (usually worthless) boyfriends. (One of the most worthless later treated me to a steak dinner and some excellent single malt.)

So, I had somewhere this comment was supposed to go, but I am at the 'one whiskey, one vodka, one gin' point. So I will end here.