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Apologies for posting song lyrics, but I can't say it any better than this.
"Everyone knows you can�t trust a woman whenever that time rolls around;
Everyone knows she can go crazy when her mainspring gets unwound;
At that certain time, a woman is prone
To indisposition and it�s not unknown
For her to be touchy, a little bit slow,
So we can�t entrust her with running the show.
Everyone knows you can�t trust a woman, she might slip out of gear -
She bays at the moon, she�s a walking womb a dozen times a year.
Low on ego, high on id,
Victim of her hormones, her mind�s like a sieve,
You can�t trust a person who might flip her lid
Every twenty-eight days.
Everyone knows you can�t trust a man whenever that time rolls around;
Everyone knows he can go crazy when his mainspring�s overwound;
The needle points north, south, east and west,
He�s never at peace, never at rest,
Victim of his hormones, running too fast,
Steering the ship with his mind on the mast.
Everyone knows you can�t trust a man, things can slip out of gear -
He�s a walking, talking divining rod ten-thousand times a times a year.
And the power and the glory, the whole damn show,
Everything except that old status quo
Can all go to hell when the signal says GO ...
Any time of day."
--Peggy Seeger, "Everyone Knows"
