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Are The Women Actually Smarter?

  • No women were involved in starting the Vietnam War, which is pretty smart of them.
  • Chose to wear their primary genitalia on the inside, where it is secure and dignified, instead of on the outside, where it flops about like an epileptic clown without his medication.
  • Not as impressed by funny-car racing, which is a decision that denotes intelligence.
  • All women are innately skilled at refrigerator repair. (For my lady readers: this is true. You know how to fix a fridge. You’ve just never tried. Spread your wings and go take your refrigerators apart. You will instinctively know how to put it back together, and it will be more energy-efficient and might now have Bluetooth. Trust me: go disassemble your fridge.)
  • When we think of the Civil War, the phrase “brother against brother” comes to mind, but never “sister against sister.”
  • This is because the women (mostly) opted out of the war fought after the invention of machine guns, but before the invention of medicine.
  • Farm needed running.
  • There can be no argument that keeping the farm running is smarter than civil warring.
  • Women have their own Foot Locker.
  • Very few people take their dicks out at Lady Foot Locker.
  • Regular Foot Locker is a constant barrage of dicks.
  • Men will lay their dicks on the foot-measuring machine.
  • “Marlene! I’m a UK 8!”
  • Chaos.
  • Lady Foot Locker, by contrast, is a dickless paradise; for that, I salute ladies.
  • The women I know all have their sight, even though they spent a good deal of their childhoods in the Barbie aisle at the toy store, which you will recall is a retina-searing shade of pink that leaves floaters and fireworks in your vision for hours afterwards; did they wear goggles?
  • Lesbian porn is straight porn, but gay porn is gay porn: I don’t know how that reflects on women’s intelligence, frankly.
  • Probably more of a random observation on baked-in societal bullshit.
  • Women have mostly not gotten caught up in the beard fad.
  • It has never rained women, which is very smart on the women’s behalf. (I’ve mentioned this before, but no matter how much you enjoy men, if they begin raining from the sky, then get to the strongest underground shelter you can find. The Day It Rained Men will not be a day remembered fondly; there will be tribute concerts. Tens of thousands will die. Radio stations will stop playing that song.)

From this, we might affirm that: yes, the women are indeed smarter.

Although:

  • Einstein was a man.
  • Women are not men.
  • Therefore, no woman is Einstein.
  • Boom.
  • BROS RULE.

TotD declares the Battle of the Sexes to be not just a draw, but a silly battle to have been pitched in the first place. Furthermore, men and women are declared to all be morons, collectively and individually, and should probably stop making decisions for a while.

There. That settles it. Let’s have no more discussion about the whole sordid frumphery.

Carry on.

Just Like Jack & Jill

The Dead wrote about 135 songs, and did probably half again as many covers, except that doesn’t tell the whole story. Mainly because some songs, they wrote three or four times.

Jack-A-Roe and Peggy-O are–thematically–the same song: doomed love, hyphens, Game of Thrones vibe. Ramble On Rose and  Tennessee Jed are musically the same song, while Ramble On Rose and U.S. Blues are lyrically the same song. Eyes of the World and Help on the Way could be mistaken for each other in a dark alley.

The Dead are lucky that they premiered Iko, Samson, Throwing Stones,and Women are Smarter after their mind-blowing Europe ’72 warm-up show at the Brooklyn Academy of Music (Dick’s Pick 30). Otherwise, jamming with Mr. Diddley might have been a little more awkward. (And if you haven’t checked out this offering, you’re just a sillypants: the first disc* alone is worth the price of admission, featuring the five song Bo Diddley jam, a version of Are You Lonely For Me, Baby that defines “ragged but right,” and the only GD performance of How Sweet It Is**–which is odd, because they really rock the hell out of it, but perhaps the three chord tune was a bit boring for a certain bass player.)

To Lay Me Down, Must Have Been the Roses, and Ship of Fools are identical cousins; Black-Throated Wind and Looks Like Rain a bit more distantly related, but still clearly available to donate organs to one another. (Don’t tell Phil.) Chinatown Shuffle and U.S. Blues aren’t fooling anyone.

Now, don’t take this as any sort of chastisement, of course. Hell, a lot of really, really popular bands ripped themselves off: for example, AC/DC has only written, like, three songs in their entire career, which puts them two ahead of the Ramones.

*I hadn’t listened all the way through that first amazing disc when I wrote this, but you MUST check out the Smokestack Lightning, which is usually kind of a drag, but cooks right here PLUS the added fun of–about 8 minutes in or so–hearing Bobby try again and again to drag the rest of them into Truckin’, but the rest of them are simply not having it.

**I mistakenly thought that Bobby and Garcia played How Sweet It Is on Letterman, but it was actually Second That Emotion, because, in keeping with the theme of the post, they are also pretty much the same song. Check it out, anyway: Garcia with Tiger, Bobby with Pepto Pink, and the MONSTROUS Will Lee holding down the bass and backup vocals.

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