Bayes’s rules…wha?
Man: What’s the matter, can’t you take a joke?
Translation: What’s the matter, can’t you take it when I’m a jerk and call it a joke?
Man: Woman, what does she want?
Translation: I don’t know and I don’t care but I get bonus points for asking.
Man: Feminazi
Translation: I don’t take you seriously and you better not take yourself seriously either.
Man: Women just date jerks.
Translation: Women just date better-looking guys than me who don’t say things like, “Can’t you take a joke?”
Man: (On the street) oh baby oh baby oh baby!
Translation: boobies!
Man: She needs to get laid.
Translation: She’ll never sleep with me.
For the benefit of people who aren’t reading both of these threads:
Pity that. I have found it to be enormously helpful. My first wife did not use “women-speak” and understood “man-speak” quite intuitively, my current wife was the exact opposite (we’re getting better). It has been an education for both of us and, while these comedic renditions perpetuate stereotypes, I have found there is a large nugget of truth present (as with all comedy).
Huh. I find myself using womanspeak because while men complain about woman speak, when you’re blunt they don’t like that either.
Man: what a bitch!
Translation: when I asked you what you really think, I didn’t think you’d tell me!
But if 50% of the women in your sample don’t use “women-speak,” why call it that? Sure it’s helpful to recognize different people’s communication styles, but why attribute it to gender?
Well, I hate to say this, but…maybe because communication style is linked to gender?
Some sociolinguists have made whole careers out of analyzing the differences between masculine and feminine speech patterns. Check out almost anything by Deborah Tannen and you’ll see what I mean. IIRC, Matt, you yourself either study or studied linguistics and queer theory. Didn’t you come across any kind of gender-related sociolinguistic literature?
Yeah, I’ve gotten this, too.
The trick to using “man-speak” while being a woman is to either: 1. Blunt the bluntness with a joke, or 2. Gain honorary guy status before code switching. Or, wait–there’s always technique 3: become friends with the guys you want to relax and use man-speak with before fully switching over.
I speak from experience on this. I was the one and only woman in many of my classes as an undergrad, and I was the only girl in the science olympiad team in high school. I know how this dynamic works.
As a result, I consider myself at least somewhat gender bilingual. I can and do use woman-speak pretty frequently, but I can do man-speak pretty well, too.
And, before anybody jumps on me for my last post:
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No, I don’t consciously choose my communication style by looking at the person I’m talking with and selecting from one of two completely discrete sets of communication styles I know.
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Lots of men use at least some “feminine” communication techniques, and lots of women have a communication style that’s “masculine” in some respects.
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In fact, I would guess that no-one is truly limited to pure “man-speak” or “woman-speak.” I’d bet that lots of us–maybe all of us–do a lot of unconscious code-switching or technique-switching when we talk to different people with different communication styles.
But I’ve gotten rather GD on this thread, here. So, enough of my digressions…back to your regularly scheduled MPSIMS discussions.
Certainly; but it’s couched in generalities and moral neutrality, and it’s a far cry from that to this kind of ‘humour’ and to the aforementioned bitterness and mean-spiritedness which is not necessarily the inspiration to this thread but all too often springs from the same root.
For example, I don’t think it’s an accident that all of the things mentioned here make the ‘other side’ look bad. They’re appeals, albeit non-serious ones, to the tired battle-of-the-sexes thing, which it really is high time people all got over, especially in romantic relationships.
You know, it’s a damned joke thread. We should make our little funnies and just move on. But that proved impossible, and as it coincided with some other things I’ve been thinking about the SDMB, I’ve decided to make a Pit thread out of those thoughts (mostly because I don’t think it fit anywhere else - but, in tone, it doesn’t really fit the Pit either. But that’s where we’re told to put such things, so there goes.)
Man-speak is a lot more intuitive and natural for me than woman-speak, so I use it all the time, and I haven’t gotten that whole ‘you’re a bitch’ reaction from the guys I know IRL. I’m just thought of as one of their buddies, comrades, people who’d be sitting next to you in the cell after the bar brawl.
I just use it from the beginning. It’s been working well for 27 years.
I’m not so good at it. Never was. Perhaps this may be a reason that my man-speak with the guys is taken so much better so early on. They recognize that I’m not speaking a foreign language.
Whoever gets this reference wins a cookie.
“You won’t bother me, I’ll be upstairs masturbating”
They won’t bother me, I’ll be upstairs masturbating
Buffy? (Actually Xander, but BtVS?)
Dammit, I know that line. I can almost see it!
An old sketch from SNL.
I rule.
Some football quarterback (:blank:) on Saturday Night Live.
Where’s my cookie?!
Somewhere I remember reading that men have two modalities, hungry and horny. Therefore, if I don’t have an erection, go make me a sammitch. 
Hmm… as Robin Williams put it, God gave man a brain and a penis but only enough blood to pass one at a time. I laughed. I had enough blood available. Yeah, that’s right.
Here’s some cookies. Just be sure to leave a byte for someone else. Well, at least a bit.
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Oh my god, I’ve now officially turned into my father.
“Leave me alone.”
Your attempts at consoling me are torment, not comfort.