I recently joined a Facebook group known as the Dull Women’s Club. After reading some of the members’ posts, I quickly realized that these women are, in fact, anything but dull. Bored, maybe. Dissatisfied, probably in some cases. But also bright, witty, compassionate, and supportive. So I joined, and I am so glad I did!

They come from all over the world, all ages, all sorts of backgrounds and current living conditions. And it turns out that they’re all — each in her own unique way — beautiful, and worth knowing.

But a problem has arisen recently: some men want to join our women’s club. There are, of course, differing views on this, and that’s fine. But here is mine, for what it’s worth:

Despite current attempts to blur the line between the sexes, there is a difference — a big one — between men and women. You may wish you were something you’re not; you may take steps to be something other than what you are; and you may be attracted to someone of your own gender. That’s all fine, if it makes you happy. But the fact is, if you have a uterus, working mammary glands, and no Adam’s apple, you are genetically female. If you have a penis, testicles, and that useless lump in your throat, you are male. And I say:

Vive la difference!

But we women — the ones who acknowledge and appreciate our womanliness — sometimes just want to be by ourselves, with other women, to talk about women’s things. When that’s the case, it’s uncomfortable to have men in the room. It doesn’t mean we don’t love you anymore, or don’t ever want you around. Just not in our women’s club. At least, that’s how I feel.

I understand there’s a Dull Men’s Club on Facebook too. I have no interest in joining it to hear about some jock’s latest sexual conquest, or his newest video game, or the best mud flaps for his monster truck, or whatever it is you talk about. But you guys go right ahead and enjoy yourselves. We women won’t interfere, I assure you. And we’d greatly appreciate it if you would return the favor.

Do I believe in equal rights for both sexes? Damn right, I do! But that doesn’t mean we’re alike in every way, nor do we need to be. We can have separate interests . . . separate opinions . . . different hormonal balances . . . and still be equal. In fact, it’s those very differences that make it so much fun to mingle when we do all get together. Just not all the time, okay?

Just sayin’. . .

Brendochka
3/5/24