Why do women nag? It appears that no matter what part of the world a person visits, you will find a nagging woman! Of course, you will also find she has no reason to nag? There never is. How can a woman nag when she is surrounded by men? Men are the most reasonable of souls. Men tolerate the most unreasonable girls, the most thoughtless behaviour, the needless routine questions about their appearance ('what haircut?'), and an an inability to be anywhere on time.
Yet women complain? Why?
One example of this is Blackberry Juniper. She ignores me for what seems like years, spends all her time concentrating on her man, never phones, never calls, never e-mails, yet complains when she is not mentioned on these ramblings! Now she has been mentioned in the past, but has not noticed. Did I complain? Did I hold my breath until I went blue in the face? NO! I did what all men would do in the circumstances, I just got on with watching the football. Now there's another thing! Watching football. How many women will complain that it's '...always the same...' then go of and watch some soap opera? Tell me the changes in any soap opera over the last ten years? You can't because there has not been any changes! This one is still the baddie, that one the womaniser, she still the bitch, that one the tart! IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME RUBBISH!!!!!
Yet the women who watch it week by week don't notice. Why? Yet, if you wear the same shirt to work you wore yesterday they ask why? I have known men forced to change ties because 'You wore that one last time you went there.' A toilet seat being up becomes war at home, while hoovering when the cup final is on is OK??????????
No excuse to nag exists, yet women do. The toilet seat, the shirt, the ignoring the hair ('what hair?'), forgetting a birthday ('you're 48, I thought it was tactful to forget...oh 45, sorry.'), the anniversary slipped the mind ('I thought I would take you out on Saturday, honest'). If a man so much as throws a paper on the floor, in his house, she tells him to put it where it belongs ( he would like to!), he opens the window she wants it shut, she panics because the child needs a new school bag and he is not panicking also, so she complains, long and loud. If she e-mails, and he does not respond within her time frame (which changes constantly) he is nagged, constantly. Forgetting to mention a woman on here (and I am always pointing out their foibles her ooh missus) and sly comments will pass, like. MENTION ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blackberry Juniper is of course a sweet young thing. Good looking, attractive, highly intelligent, capable of doing anything she chooses, wise (usually) hard working, good humoured, and on top of this a best selling novelist (tomorrow). Bet she nags me soon mind.........
3 comments:
Oi, Ichabod! Let us clear up some meatters...
(a) my man hates footie, hence I don't hoover during it cs we agree its not coming on
(b) I don't watch soaps, I have a brain, it COMPLAINS at such acts
(c) Never arue with my man about the toilet seat: he leaves it up; I put it down, its just something we do, with no rancour, whenever we are in the bathroom!
(d) I never expect you to respnd to my mails within a timeframe, I know perfectly well you'll talk when you're ready....I just need attention sometimes, so will childishly sploodge your blog with my commenting :))
So there,
Maturely Yours, Mistress BJ xxxxxx
This is the stupidest thing I have ever read in my life.
Do you honestly believe this is true? How dare you perpetuate such a ridiculous stereotype. Most women I know will happily watch a football game- most men I know adore Eastenders.
People are different, genders are different, Women nag when it needs to be done- what if I said all men do is watch football, never clean, and see women as an inconvinience?
I honestly hope you never have sex again
Oh Sarah.
Did you fix up a blog just so you could show us the chip on your shoulder?
Sweet thing, you say "Women nag when it needs to be done" No, you are half right, 'Women nag, when they feel like it - their opinion - as always - being the only one they care for.
Wee lass, you say "How dare you..." Meaning I have no right to say what you do not like eh? You know where you can shove that dearie!
I can assure you I rarely fin any man who likes, let alone adores 'Eastenders,' although that pap obviously feeds your wee brain.
What a nice wee lass you are, selfish, thoughtless, self absorbed with little understanding outside some overpriced glossy magazine.
Nice of you to waste my valuable time with your adolescence mind. But next time, if you have a real blog, use that one.
Either that or grow up girl!
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