While kindergarten boys spend their recesses in healthful, active pursuits like running, shouting and punching each other, their coed classmates stand in little groups in the schoolyard, whispering and giggling. What are they talking about?
The whispering and giggling of females have always had a profound effect on both little and big boys. Could they be whispering and giggling about us? Could we be the gigglees?
Thrown in with a male stranger, a man will manage to mumble something about the weather, feeling his way, hoping not to offend and meanwhile planning his escape. But a woman meeting another woman for the first time will break the ice immediately by saying something like, “I love your blouse!” In just a few minutes they will be whispering and giggling.
Most males do not need to communicate endlessly. Get the facts and sign off. But after spending several hours gossiping together, two high school girls will part and rush home to resume their conversation electronically.
I have seen two women chat their way through a Super Bowl game while seated in front row seats at the 50-yard line. If a blocked forward pass had ended up in one of their laps they would have been annoyed at the interruption.
At a recent social function a man left our table for the rest room after his whispered apology. Moments later, a woman announced she was leaving to powder her nose. She looked around as if checking the other female noses. A half dozen volunteers grabbed their purses and joined the parade. Glancing around the restaurant later I noticed there were mostly only men at the tables. Apparently there was a high level conference taking place in the ladies room. I’ll bet there was a lot of giggling too.
I’ve always admired the conversational talents of the ladies. They have superior communication abilities. Any man who has ever been trapped in his home during a Tupperware Party can attest to the fact that women can not only suspend breathing during conversations, but they are also able to send and receive simultaneously.
According to a recent study by a female physician at the University of California-San Francisco, men average 7,000 words a day while women manage to use 20,000. And that’s not counting the giggles.
I don’t agree with Professor Higgins’ question, “Why can’t a woman be like a man?” God forbid! Vive la difference!
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