September 21, 2003
Conversations I wouldn’t recommend having in a car with your wife:

“I heard on NPR that there’s this book called The Red Tent and it’s about this tribe where the women all go there at that time each month when they need support and comfort.”

“That is a tent I wouldn’t want to be within five miles of.”

“That’s a real sexist comment.”

“Well, you have to admit, a whole tent full of cranky women doesn’t sound like a fun holiday.”

“The women in the tent aren’t cranky because they don’t have irritating men around.”

“Oh, there’s a real non-sexist remark.”

People, people, people, if you are ever driving to Prescott, don’t have this conversation. Trust me, if you are a male, I would recommend saying the following, “Boy, that sure sounds interesting,” or “Where can we get a tent like that?” Never say what that anonymous guy in the example above said. Also, never say, “Speaking of red, how ‘bout those Cards?’ Thank goodness the anonymous guy had the sense not to say something stupid like that.

”Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.”
—Old Vaquero Saying