This morning's headline reads, "Gene study shows sex differences go deep."
My first response is "Why sex differences?" I thought 'sex' had been replaced by 'gender'? But then I guess when we talk about genes even the chattering classes know we're not talking about a social construct, but God's biological marking that's either man or woman. So just for a moment, we're back to the word 'sex.'
My second response is, "Duh!"
We're visiting Doug (our son-in-law), Heather, and family here in Nashville and last night after dinner, Heather, Mary Lee, and Cassie drove out of the city limits to buy fireworks for the Taylor Family Reunion while the men stayed home and babysat the children, right?
Wrong. The men--Doug, Taylor, and I--made the pilgrimage out of town.
And on our way home, I saw a man driving a pickup that was a year or two old, all buff (the pickup), pulling a trailer holding about six 4X8 sheets of particle board, some eight foot pieces of trim, and a few other pieces of wood. I wondered out loud why the man didn't just put the wood in his pickup?
Well, any idiot knows he didn't want to mess up the bed of his pickup.
But then the trailer was pretty buff too--brand new and painted white. Why was he taking the risk of scratching his new trailer? I would have hitched a second trailer behind the first, an old trailer past its prime...
It's in our genes.