So yesterday I went to Worcester to visit my best friend and her family. Well we ended up taking her cousins out to lunch and that just turned into an adventure. But spending the day with 3 boys (16, 14, 10) really cemented my belief that the male species does not mature past 14.
Since I’m not creepy I don’t usually have the occasion to spend my time with random teenagers. And if I were creepy, my time would probably be taken up by appearances on the Maury Povich Show. It was an afternoon filled with fart jokes, actual farts, and Wii. Fast forward twenty years and spend some time with 3 guys and I’m guessing you will have a very similar afternoon, maybe with boob jokes instead of fart jokes. Let me give you a real life sample.
When I started work at my recent office, I was the only female in a company of 9. We were at lunch when one of the guys was being urged to tell a joke. Here is the joke: What type of bees make milk? Wait for it…wait for it….Boobies!! I should have run right there but decided to stick around for over 2 years. Let’s call it what it was…I worked in a nerdified frat house. Don’t get me wrong, it was HIGHLY entertaining, I just find it funny that spending the day with teenage boys made me think of my coworkers, almost all thrity-something MITers.
Basically, at least as I see it, men are just old boys that don’t hide their Playboys anymore, enjoy a good cloud of bodily odors and tell a joke just so they can say “boobies” out loud (and proceed to giggle hysterically). Betcha Darwin in all his evolutionary glory, never made that comparison!!
