Friday, June 1, 2007

Making Peace With XBox

This long standing fascination boys have with videogames completely baffles me. I don't understand. Its not just like one or two of you like ALL like it.

So, as Brandon and Justin sit behind me yelling indecipherable things and doing a lot of air punching at the TV, controls in hand, I have decided to quit trying to understand it. They don't understand womens love of shoes it bags. It's silliness almost to the point of infuriation for men. The don't understand why exactly we find "Friends" so hysterical or how we can stand watching it over and over again. They don't understand our obsessions with good-smelling-thingy's, or why chocolate eases the pangs of PMS. They are baffled by the fact that we as women go to the bathroom in groups, especially when we don't have to "go." They are always so concerned that "Moulin Rouge," "The Notebook," and the ending of "You've Got Mail," make us cry everytime. We, as women do about a gazillion things to leave them standing with blank stares on their face. Their cluelessness is endearing. So I guess I can give them this one thing. It makes them happy. Its a lot of nonsense. But it makes them happy.