First, let me say that Doper babes are the greatest, and are each wonderful individuals!
Now that I gots that outta the way, uh Dooku, I certainly have encountered more women (including Ms. D act the way you suggest, than men.
Here’s my fave, which I don’t think has been hit on yet. I’ll call it asking for an opinion that you have no intention of following.
Take these questions:
Should we have the Piranha Brothers over for dinner?
Do you mind if I get rid of your xyz?
Do you prefer this bedspread, or that one?
Responses:
No I hate those gits.
Yes I mind, I’ve had that since college.
I guess this one.
Well, you know those PBs are gonna be staring down your table, the next time you are looking for xyz it will be nowhere to be found, and you’d better get used to sleeping under that bedspread.
For 99.9% of such issues, I really have no preference. If you ask me for my preference and I say, “I don’t care” - BELIEVE ME! You have carte blanche. Knock yourself out. Fulfill your wildest entertaining/decorating/accessorizing/scheduling desires. But if you force me to express an opinion, at least give it some freaking weight!
Corollary #1, when the .1% of instances arise, where I actually DO have a preference, cut me a little slack for giving you free reign the other 99.9% of the time.
Corollary #2 - if you are going to flipflop back and forth a dozen times times before actually pulling the trigger, why don’t you let me wait until the first 10-11 flips before asking for my opinion?
Corollary #3 - “You don’t saound as tho you MEAN that!” Chances are, my utterances resulted from a conscious choice. Let’s operate from the assumption that i do in fact mean the vast majority of things I say. I just feel saying it is enough, without needing to SELL my message with every emotive fiber of my being. I’m not a good enough actor to know how to convey HOW MUCH I prefer the first shade of off-white for the bedroom walls over the second shade.
So things stand after 17 years of marriage. (Does the poor, long-suffering maid have all you gals’ pity?)