Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Yesterday I managed to get a 4-wheel-drive truck stuck in the 8 inches of mud/slush that is our driveway. My response was to burst into tears and sit there weeping until Tom came outside and rescued me. This is, no doubt, why Gustave LeBon felt justified in saying that women "excel in fickleness, inconstancy, absence of thought and logic, and incapacity to reason" because Tom managed to extricate the truck from the mud hole without much trouble. And I knew, as I sat there wailing, that I could do it too, if only I could stop crying, set my jaw, straighten out the steering wheel, put the transmission in reverse, and gun the engine enough to get the back tires over the slush bank. But I allowed myself to collapse into frustration and dismay, and thus became the woman that smug LeBon knew I was hiding behind my two gorilla heads.
Let's hope that April will be better than March because I don't want to give that man another chance to be smug.