Bad Hair Day.

Dearly Beloved and I went to Old Amersham last weekend. It had been sunny with rain showers all day and as we were walking down the street spots of rain started to appear. Just at that point a woman come out of the hairdressers, looked up at the sky with a worried frown and tottered of down the street in that mincing, pointless run that some girls do; lots of hands and feet waving in the air without producing much forward motion. I'm not a mind reader but I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking ' If it rains, my hair is going to frizz up and I am going to spend the rest of the day walking round like a freak. As a bloke with minimal hair I have no such concerns and at that moment I was truly glad I wasn't born a woman.

There's nothing wrong with women, I love them but I think I would have made a rubbish girl. Given the choice between 20 minutes spent painting my nails or playing the guitar, the guitar would win every time. It takes me less than half an hour to get ready in the mornings including a cup of tea. I couldn't be bothered to mess around for an hour or more like most girls although I've no doubt some blokes do take as long. The irony being of course that they don't do it to attract a partner, they do it so other women don't look down their noses at them.

Women generally seem more sensible than fellows. You can't get away with being such a juvenile plonker when the mood takes you if you're a girl. People expect stupid behaviour from men but expect the voice of reason and restraint to come from the female. Perhaps it's the mothering instinct.

Society doesn't really expect much from men. As long as you go to work and don't pee in the street you are generally left alone. Unfortunately women are judged much more harshly. It's a fact that a pretty girl has advantages an ugly girl can only dream of; not so for blokes. It's women who are pressured into the messy business of children by their mothers and grandmothers. If it was left up to lads, the overpopulation problem would be solved in no time. It also seems to be women who are expected to look after their elderly relatives while the son pops in once a month to check on how his inheritance is doing.

The only advantage of being born a woman would be that you can wear a dress if you felt like it. Being as I never feel like it, it wouldn't be much of an advantage to me, although some males would disagree. I'm very glad that Dearly Beloved takes the time to look after herself and takes her 'girly' responsibilities seriously, but if I was her, I couldn't be bothered. I would be interested to hear from my female readers what advantages there are to being a girl because I can't see any. Bad hair days? I don't have them.