This post was originally published on January 26, 2002.
A couple of days ago, I was in the lunchroom at work, standing in line to pay for my purchase. I work at a college. You need to know that, because the age of the person in front of me was approximately college-aged boy. The age of the person he was talking to (manager of the lunchroom; cashier) was estimated to be a few years out of college, or maybe still in college, too. The student in front of me was discussing his class with the manager, and then quickly devolved into puns about his lack of class, which moved to how that helped him in spitting contests. At which point the manager said, “I knew two guys who got into a puking contest once.” I listened in horror, then College Boy left and it was my turn to pay. And I found I couldn’t keep still. I said to the manager:
“You aren’t just another gender, you guys are an entirely different species. There is not a woman in the world who would ever even conceive of getting into a puking contest.” The manager laughed. I shook my head.
It’s true. Men really are a different species.