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A writer argues that she, and women the world over, are so dumb it hurts.
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    I just reread that article a third time, and,no it isn't great writing. It reminds me of those articles you find in the American Airlines flight magazine headline "Humor" in case you did not notice and sandwiched in between the ads for expensive pimps who will find "wives" for executives who are too busy to do this themselves and have to "outsource" the job to experts. (They will make great Darcyesque husbands and always be away from home.)

    But actually the article did make me laugh in a couple of places and raised some good points.

    if woman, collectively, are so damn intelligent why haven't mass marketers figured this out, and how IS it that Celine Dion and Kenny G. sell so many CDs?

    Take a look at the New York Times bestseller list. At the top of the paperback nonfiction chart and pitched to an exclusively female readership is Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love." Here's the book's autobiographical plot: Gilbert gets bored with her perfectly okay husband, so she has an affair behind his back. Then, when that doesn't pan out, she goes to Italy and gains 23 pounds forking pasta so she has to buy a whole new wardrobe, goes to India to meditate (that's the snooze part), and finally, at an Indonesian beach, finds fulfillment by -- get this -- picking up a Latin lover!

    All these kind of stories are in one sense the descendants of the Jane Austen stories, but at least Jane Austen's heroines are more likely to marry men who love Latin and classical architecture, than to pick men based on swarthy looks, hairy chests with gold chains, and ball-hugging Speedos.

    I think where she goes a bit wrong is where she says that women test pilots, brain surgeons, and astronomers are outliers. So are the men. Most men are just as stupid as the stupid women who love them, and spend their spare time watching sports on TV, swilling beer, and scratching their balls inside their baggy boxer shorts.

    Now it is time to get down to the weekly task of starting the sourdough starter so I have bread for the weekend, so enough of this drivel. I am getting married soon, so will have to get used to the constant droning of telenovellas at my otherwise peaceful country estate.