Anyone else's wife faff about un-necessarily?
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J4CKO said:
Anyone else get moaned at for using the loo ?
Go in for my second sit down of the day, and she makes a song and dance that I am in there, which is weird as she moans if I go in the garden even more....
"You have already been today", didn't know it was rationed ? What can I say, some days I am on a two stop strategy, then moans that it smells, well yep guilty, s
t stinks, what can you do ? As a bloke we have esoteric diets and cant do something that smells like musty lavender once a week, and she is never around when I do one that is largely odourless which I personally find quite disturbing, if your eyes arent burning a little then there is something wrong.
Weirdest bit is we have another toilet ? But it has to be that one, I avoid the downstairs one as I find my efforts tend to find dry land rather than a water landing due to the design of the pan, the builder who fitted it expressed his scepticism about that eventuality and did not hold back on the description, but apparently not a problem for her.
But, still has to use the recently vacated one, one to which I would personally have not returned for at least an hour and then only with a Canary and a Geiger counter, and I "Dealt it".
Have you asked her why she thinks her sGo in for my second sit down of the day, and she makes a song and dance that I am in there, which is weird as she moans if I go in the garden even more....
"You have already been today", didn't know it was rationed ? What can I say, some days I am on a two stop strategy, then moans that it smells, well yep guilty, s
t stinks, what can you do ? As a bloke we have esoteric diets and cant do something that smells like musty lavender once a week, and she is never around when I do one that is largely odourless which I personally find quite disturbing, if your eyes arent burning a little then there is something wrong.Weirdest bit is we have another toilet ? But it has to be that one, I avoid the downstairs one as I find my efforts tend to find dry land rather than a water landing due to the design of the pan, the builder who fitted it expressed his scepticism about that eventuality and did not hold back on the description, but apparently not a problem for her.
But, still has to use the recently vacated one, one to which I would personally have not returned for at least an hour and then only with a Canary and a Geiger counter, and I "Dealt it".
t doesn’t stink?J4CKO said:
Anyone else get moaned at for using the loo ?
In a roundabout kind of way.Used to work abroad on a 6 on 3 off schedule.
About 2 weeks into the 3 weeks off, MrsHD1 would moan that we were using twice as much toilet paper & twice as much coffee as "usual"
My explanation that twice as many people were now drinking coffee & taking a s
t didn't seem to get through.Antony Moxey said:
J4CKO said:
Anyone else get moaned at for using the loo ?
Go in for my second sit down of the day, and she makes a song and dance that I am in there, which is weird as she moans if I go in the garden even more....
"You have already been today", didn't know it was rationed ? What can I say, some days I am on a two stop strategy, then moans that it smells, well yep guilty, st stinks, what can you do ? As a bloke we have esoteric diets and cant do something that smells like musty lavender once a week, and she is never around when I do one that is largely odourless which I personally find quite disturbing, if your eyes arent burning a little then there is something wrong.
Weirdest bit is we have another toilet ? But it has to be that one, I avoid the downstairs one as I find my efforts tend to find dry land rather than a water landing due to the design of the pan, the builder who fitted it expressed his scepticism about that eventuality and did not hold back on the description, but apparently not a problem for her.
But, still has to use the recently vacated one, one to which I would personally have not returned for at least an hour and then only with a Canary and a Geiger counter, and I "Dealt it".
Have you asked her why she thinks her sGo in for my second sit down of the day, and she makes a song and dance that I am in there, which is weird as she moans if I go in the garden even more....
"You have already been today", didn't know it was rationed ? What can I say, some days I am on a two stop strategy, then moans that it smells, well yep guilty, s
t stinks, what can you do ? As a bloke we have esoteric diets and cant do something that smells like musty lavender once a week, and she is never around when I do one that is largely odourless which I personally find quite disturbing, if your eyes arent burning a little then there is something wrong.Weirdest bit is we have another toilet ? But it has to be that one, I avoid the downstairs one as I find my efforts tend to find dry land rather than a water landing due to the design of the pan, the builder who fitted it expressed his scepticism about that eventuality and did not hold back on the description, but apparently not a problem for her.
But, still has to use the recently vacated one, one to which I would personally have not returned for at least an hour and then only with a Canary and a Geiger counter, and I "Dealt it".
t doesn’t stink?J4CKO said:
Mine has a problem letting go of stuff, she doesnt want something which is unusual as most things will have some use at some point, but she cant just get rid of stuff.
Two old sewing machines came back from my grans and got stuck in a wardrobe, she already has a sewing machine and these werent as good but a whole cupboard taken up by them, she then decides after like 12 years and buying another one that she may not use two old ones when she has two already ones, and an industrial one at her mums.
So, we ask anyone who may need a 1970s sewing machine and nobody wants it, she says she will put it on eBay, they sit in the hall getting in the way for a month with no eBaying so I stick them on, but the advert wasnt good enough, the pictures showed part of a computer monitor in the background which wouldnt do so we spent an hour re-doing the adverts and deciding on the wording.
They sold yesterday for £2.20 each, which netted us £3.24, I have had to stay at home today as someone was picking one up, and the other is coming Friday, or could have binned them and saved the agro ?
Also a pile of jumble from her mums, I offered to take it to the charity shop but no, she needs to go through it, as it may have underwear in and she cant send that, that was two weeks ago and she hasnt gone through it.
I dont get it, just take it to the shop ffs, I offered, I have a bike with panniers and rack and its ideal to do that as its a pig to park, but no, we have to have a bag in the hall looking like its a back alley ffs.
She has had a box of stuff "for eBay" in our room for two years, another one has been stuck in my office now, but I get told to stop moaning if I say I want it moving, she has never eBayed anything I dont think, well without me doing all the legwork, ttting about posting a pair of shoes she got two quid for, paying for postage, taking them and standing in the post office.
Our bedroom looks like the library in Ghostbusters with the symetrical book stacking, I am considering a work to rule until my demands are met, I spent last weekend doing jobs she wanted doing, not doing it any more !
Surely you just bin / charity the stuff yourself?Two old sewing machines came back from my grans and got stuck in a wardrobe, she already has a sewing machine and these werent as good but a whole cupboard taken up by them, she then decides after like 12 years and buying another one that she may not use two old ones when she has two already ones, and an industrial one at her mums.
So, we ask anyone who may need a 1970s sewing machine and nobody wants it, she says she will put it on eBay, they sit in the hall getting in the way for a month with no eBaying so I stick them on, but the advert wasnt good enough, the pictures showed part of a computer monitor in the background which wouldnt do so we spent an hour re-doing the adverts and deciding on the wording.
They sold yesterday for £2.20 each, which netted us £3.24, I have had to stay at home today as someone was picking one up, and the other is coming Friday, or could have binned them and saved the agro ?
Also a pile of jumble from her mums, I offered to take it to the charity shop but no, she needs to go through it, as it may have underwear in and she cant send that, that was two weeks ago and she hasnt gone through it.
I dont get it, just take it to the shop ffs, I offered, I have a bike with panniers and rack and its ideal to do that as its a pig to park, but no, we have to have a bag in the hall looking like its a back alley ffs.
She has had a box of stuff "for eBay" in our room for two years, another one has been stuck in my office now, but I get told to stop moaning if I say I want it moving, she has never eBayed anything I dont think, well without me doing all the legwork, t
tting about posting a pair of shoes she got two quid for, paying for postage, taking them and standing in the post office.Our bedroom looks like the library in Ghostbusters with the symetrical book stacking, I am considering a work to rule until my demands are met, I spent last weekend doing jobs she wanted doing, not doing it any more !
She will go mad and give you the cold shoulder ..... but 2yrs of s hite just staring at you making you unhappy!!!
Just make it a mission after the Easter weekend to get rid. I bet she won't even notice 1/2 the stuff....
CanAm said:
djohnson said:
Not really faffing but whenever Mrs J is involved in admin or finance it makes me concerned. So she booked our holiday fights, we set off yesterday but winds too high to land (Funchal, Madeira). Airline were great, they flew us to mainland Portugal, sorted transfers and accommodation for a night. All this co-ordinated via messages to Mrs J’s phone since she booked it. So we had the whole day to kill at the hotel before another flight at 18.30. Quite a few planes didn’t make it in today and hence we were potentially facing the same issue again. So we’re about to set off for airport when I ask Mrs J to check her phone to confirm no updates / cancellation from airline. She does so nothing no issues, but also noting that she’s not charged her phone, it’s on 4% battery and about to die. WTAF? So if we get stuck again all the messages about contingency planning would be going to a dead phone. Happily it was a 30 minute journey to the airport which gave her time to explain why her uncharged phone was actually my fault and that it really didn’t matter anyway.
You could have put her SIM card in your (presumably fully charged) phone.The whole phone charging thing is just a common sense thing. I charge my phone every night, religiously, go to bed, put phone on charge and wake up to a phone that generally lasts me the entire day. My partner (as well as disappearing off to bed leaving me to clear up the days detritus), never charges her phone. So she wakes up with 10% battery and one of two things happen: if she’s going into work she will have a mad panic and charge her phone enough to get train tickets etc, or she will leave it charging on her bedside table and remain uncontactable all day as she works in another room…
There is a further certainty, the batteries on her phones have a half life of about 3 months, as her charging habits generally knacker them.
shtu said:
Take bags of tat directly to the tip.
When challenged "oh, I took it to the charity shop, I was gong that way anyway".
Endure a short-lived huff, while getting your sanity back in return.
Yep I do this.When challenged "oh, I took it to the charity shop, I was gong that way anyway".
Endure a short-lived huff, while getting your sanity back in return.
Occasionally she will have a clear out of her clothes and sort them into either a) sell on Vinted or E-Bay b) charity shop or to be thrown but will sort later, meaning they all go into a binbag and into the shed.
I will trip over or move the bag multiple times over the course of 3m or so when in the shed getting tools or the lawnmower out, occasionally I mention the bag of clothes "oh yeahh I must get round to sorting out what to bin and what to take to the charity shop", this never happens so I just either chuck it in the black bin or when I'm next doing a tip run they go with me, she never notices!
J4CKO said:
Anyone else get moaned at for using the loo ?
Go in for my second sit down of the day, and she makes a song and dance that I am in there, which is weird as she moans if I go in the garden even more....
"You have already been today", didn't know it was rationed ? What can I say, some days I am on a two stop strategy, then moans that it smells, well yep guilty, st stinks, what can you do ? As a bloke we have esoteric diets and cant do something that smells like musty lavender once a week, and she is never around when I do one that is largely odourless which I personally find quite disturbing, if your eyes arent burning a little then there is something wrong.
Weirdest bit is we have another toilet ? But it has to be that one, I avoid the downstairs one as I find my efforts tend to find dry land rather than a water landing due to the design of the pan, the builder who fitted it expressed his scepticism about that eventuality and did not hold back on the description, but apparently not a problem for her.
But, still has to use the recently vacated one, one to which I would personally have not returned for at least an hour and then only with a Canary and a Geiger counter, and I "Dealt it".
I just lold at a "2 stop strategy" currently on my 3rd today went medium medium soft it seems...Go in for my second sit down of the day, and she makes a song and dance that I am in there, which is weird as she moans if I go in the garden even more....
"You have already been today", didn't know it was rationed ? What can I say, some days I am on a two stop strategy, then moans that it smells, well yep guilty, s
t stinks, what can you do ? As a bloke we have esoteric diets and cant do something that smells like musty lavender once a week, and she is never around when I do one that is largely odourless which I personally find quite disturbing, if your eyes arent burning a little then there is something wrong.Weirdest bit is we have another toilet ? But it has to be that one, I avoid the downstairs one as I find my efforts tend to find dry land rather than a water landing due to the design of the pan, the builder who fitted it expressed his scepticism about that eventuality and did not hold back on the description, but apparently not a problem for her.
But, still has to use the recently vacated one, one to which I would personally have not returned for at least an hour and then only with a Canary and a Geiger counter, and I "Dealt it".
Mrs. DG indulges in plenty of faffage, so much so, nothing surprises me any more.
What does surprise, sometimes she will do things so out of character it does surprise me.
Mrs. DG is rather petite, 1.67 M, 50 kg, very lady like, hates profanities, goes out of her way to be polite.
Generally in the DG house hold, Monday night is the weekly shop night. Walking around the supermarket; she simultaneously raises a leg, turns to me, giving a cheeky wink, lets out a long flatulent, accompanied by high pitch note which slows down into a thunderous tone; while laughing.
Then returns back to her demur self, like nothing happened.
What does surprise, sometimes she will do things so out of character it does surprise me.
Mrs. DG is rather petite, 1.67 M, 50 kg, very lady like, hates profanities, goes out of her way to be polite.
Generally in the DG house hold, Monday night is the weekly shop night. Walking around the supermarket; she simultaneously raises a leg, turns to me, giving a cheeky wink, lets out a long flatulent, accompanied by high pitch note which slows down into a thunderous tone; while laughing.
Then returns back to her demur self, like nothing happened.
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Pit Pony said:
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Because if she's anything like wife she'll be assuming and planning for the worst that can happen(sometimes anything short of the end of world isn't far enough) and thus needs to justify the appropriate level of preparation.Edited by mcdjl on Saturday 30th March 08:20
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Unfortunately I’ve the two extremes.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat. I used to watch her putting grub on plates as a youngster and marvel at the manner she thinned chicken out, in a sort of bobby charlton barnet fashion, on the plates, particularly that of my brother and I. An interesting thing happened more recently when my partner and I were invited to dinner with my brother, nieces nephews etc. my father put the plates of meat on the table and my nephew decided he wanted to sit next to my partner, rather than my mother. Mother proceeded to make a song and dance of switching the plates back… because she had egregiously given the scraps of the joint to my partner and I and given herself the better portions..
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
So it’s always interesting when we have visitors, usually shooting and butchering a whole cow would result in the correct quantity for 4 people. Which means we end up with various curries etc off the back of overly prudent purchases.
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.RayDonovan said:
Pit Pony said:
Wife spent 2 days shopping for Easter. Because our grown up children and assorted wife's, boyfriends and babies are depending on us.
Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.Children are typically vague about when they are arriving, or leaving, and say things like, after the babies nap we'll leave. Okay but last time we spoke, he was having 3 naps a day.
Anyway. Wakes me up middle of Thursday night, actually 3 am. to tell me the 1.3kg beef joint she bought, won't be enough for 6 adults.
Okay we have 2 options. I can fill the plates with veg, or
I can go to Waitrose first thing on Good Friday and get a bigger one.
2 hours of ranting about how this was my fault, the fault of the butcher, the end of the world, how I was fobbing her off, would be gone all day when there was things to do. Proper doom and gloom, end of the world. Really angry.
At 7.55 am I got in the car, drove to waitrose. Waited at the door, until the nice lady unlocked it, walked to the meat counter was offered 3 joints of 2.5, 3 and 3.5 kg, took the 3kg one, bought some apples and bananas (no matter how much I say "please buy fruit" She walks straight past it) and at 8:15 I walked back in the front door, and all is good.
My exact words were "Oh ye of little faith, lets make breakfast"
She's been smiling ever since.
What I dont understand is why the words "What's the worst that could happen?" Result in a bigger rant.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
t.dave123456 said:
My mother was/is the meanest person I’ve ever met with food, particularly meat.
And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
I'd love to know what your Mrs thinks about being presented with a stingy plate of scraps, 'cos she WILL have noticed.And my partner, grew up as the daughter of a butcher, seems to think any portion of meat needs to be roughly the size of your leg on the plate.
"I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men,
they are far superior and always have been."
"Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart."
"She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of s
t"RayDonovan said:
I think most Women have a high level of anxiety when it comes to providing for others. I hate having visitors in the house because all just means 2 days of tidying, cleaning and shopping.
Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a st.
Spot on. Women seem to be naturally anxious creatures, whereas most Men couldn't give a s
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