I’ve written before and will again about being a big proponent of women’s equality.
And I think part of that is realizing that men and women aren’t that different after all.
A few days ago I had lunch with a girl friend (note the space… again).
She was talking about an exam she took where she thought she did really well. The conversation went something like this:
Pomer: “What did you get?”
G F: “92″
Pomer: “What was the class average?”
G F: “93″
(Thirty seconds pass as we eat.)
Pomer: “You know if it were me, I would have lied about the class average.”
G F: “What do you mean?”
Pomer: “I would have said it was a 91… and not even felt bad about it.”
G F: “Haha, why would I lie to you?”
Pomer: “I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t really matter.”
(The conversation shifts to your standard what are you doing this weekend.)
G F: “Blah Blah Blog”
Pomer: “Yada Yada Yoda”
(Five minutes later)
G F: “I have a confession to make…”
Pomer: “Okay…”
G F: “I made an 88 on the test.”
Pomer: (erupting in laughter) “I knew it!”
(Pomer – 1, G F – 0)
