I came in to rant about this. I mean really, women, don’t use my razor. And don’t tell me “But yours works so much better!” Yes, it does work better than those 20 for a dollar type you generally buy. You know the solution to that? Buy your own men’s razors and use those! The store doesn’t demand ID at the checkout! And yes, I know they are expensive, that’s why I get so mad when you dull one up!
Why do you blame an entire gender for your husband putting toast in the sink?
I’m not sure I understand why there is a razor issue - I have my razors that I have carefully chosen, and Jim has his. Of course, we’ve avoided the toothpaste tube issue for a decade by {gasp} having two tubes of toothpaste. 
And speaking of communicating, when you see your spouse’s eyes glaze over (either sex), you might want to cut your speech on the latest fashions/your car’s carburetor/your favourite sports team/what an incredible bitch your best friend is short. I don’t think this is something only women do.
Women: Should you find yourself in need of any type or manner of attention, the correct way to gain said attention is to call the man’s name, or poke him, or say “hey”, or any other manner of actual communication that tells us that we are required. Please do not make strange little noises, sighs, grouse at the dogs, viciously fold the laundry, or attack some minor fashion or behavioral infraction from a passerby. We will not understand what you want, nor why you want it. Considering that you talk so much the rest of the time it’s hard to believe that it is beyond your vast capabilities to ask for our attention. That is very annoying.
If it is so damned important that you do go to ten stores before buying the “one you came for”, then for the love of God, DON’T drag your guy along. That’s just cruel. And rude. And insensitive. And female.
Weird. So these men that get dragged to the stores… they can’t say no? They can’t make it clear that they don’t wish to go shopping, and it’s not personal, they just prefer not to, but go ahead honey if it makes you happy?
Thanks. I am actually going to try this out. Do you have any specific recommendations? A simple ‘‘hey, sexy!’’ Maybe a rape whistle or a bullhorn? Or ‘‘LOOK! BOOBIES!’’ ???
To be fair, I have a one-track mind too and am equally guilty of the ‘‘la la la can’t hear you I’m on the Internettt’’ syndrome, but I’d like to think I give the grunt of acknowledgment more than he does.
I don’t think she does. That would be… silly.
I think everybody gets roped into doing something they don’t wanna do from time to time, and the reason they are roped is because they are tricked into thinking they are committing to something less effort-intensive. If the lady says, ‘‘Oh come on, it will just take 5 minutes,’’ and the guy thinks, ‘‘Well 5 minutes of inconvenience is worth it to make her happy’’ and then the 5 minutes turns into 50, you can hardly blame the guy.
At minute 10 I can, though.
Come on, guys, really? This happens a lot? So often and reliably that it’s a female problem? And you seem to find yourself inexplicably in this situation more than a handful of times? You resent this but you can’t make it stop? I think you have a communication problem. Why don’t you try to work it out and accept each others differences instead of resenting always be dragged along to do something you don’t want to do? How is not saying what you want and then being angry about it any different than a woman who sighs dramatically while folding the laundry instead of taking ownership of her needs?
Let me make myself clear, though. Men and women are equal opportunity offenders. I don’t think either gender has a lock on stupid crap.
Except for the not asking for directions thing, guys. That’s totally on you. (<---- I’m kidding.)
Hey man, you’d better watch how you talk about my psycho ex-girlfriend that I haven’t seen in 17 years.
My wife has mentioned the dream thing once or twice, but with a sense of humor about the irrationality of feeling angry at me when she first woke up. One ex, however, was honest-to-God pissed at me for hours after she dreamed I that cheated on her.
Oh, god, this. I do not understand veiled hints, meaningful looks and ambiguous phrases. If there’s a problem, if I’m doing something wrong, just tell me. If you want me to do something different, just tell me. Saying “If I have to ask, it doesn’t mean anything” is bullshit.
Also, if I put something in the wrong place in the bathroom, throwing it at me isn’t the best way to let me know what the right place is.
I’m a woman and I tune out too.
Wwwwhat? You’re asking a question now, you want an opinion? Well, dial back a few sentences and repeat because I really wasn’t following. Talking to the back of my head or while I’m concentrating on something, … I mean if we’re discussing something you’ll have my undivided attention, but if it’s just [SIZE=“1”]blurb blurb blurb blurb[/SIZE] then I’ve lost the plot.
Lynn, can you stop telling everyone how wrong they are because you and your husband are so different and special? Just let people rant for Christ’s sake.
The former issue is bullshit and I don’t know why people put up with it, but the latter is just fucking unacceptable. Nobody should be throwing shit at you for any reason ever. (For your sake, I hope it’s toilet paper, and not a vase or something.)
They love it, being all hang dog and pussy whipped, all look what I have to do in the hopes of getting a half arsed blow job, or not getting the loo roll flung at me. It’s some sort of bizarre bartering system. 
In our case, mine (an expensive one even!) is downstairs in the shower, while his is in the cabinet upstairs. I only use it on my armpits when I’m up at 5 am to teach a fitness class and realize I haven’t shaved for a couple of days.
Otherwise, yes, I use my own.
And if you must drag him along, at least choose a mall that has a sports bar/video arcade/bowling alley or similar amusement that would appeal to your guy, and arrange to meet him later.
You can say no, of course, but only if you want your wife/girlfriend/female friend to get relly pissed off and hit you with something stupid like, “You don’t like spending time with me?” or the like. No, baby, I love spending time with you. It’s just boring as shit for you to drag me around to all these different stores, have me watch while you try on outfits (none of which is the one you said you wanted), all the while asking me how you look in them. Oh, and then you make me carry the bags and packages for you, too.
The choice is be dragged around to the stores and suffer or say no and then have to deal with your SO complaining about how you never do what she wants to do, you never go out with her, “we go out to all the places you want to go, why can’t we go to the places I want to go,” etc etc. It’s really a lose-lose situation for we men.
I really don’t get this one.
“You’re the one that wanted to go to the store. YOU’RE the one that wanted to buy all this stuff. Why am I the one carrying everything?”