I’ve had to explain to Gerald over and over again that yes, there is a double standard when it comes to what women can get away with (and men can’t). Yes, I may bug the hell out of you, but no, you may not bug the hell out of me. Yes, I may finish all the orange chocolate your parents brought back just for you from their Scotland trip even though I don’t really like orange chocolate. Yes, I may take one bite out of every chocolate in a box of chocolates to find one I like and then leave the ones I find yucky for you. Yes, I may leave whatever junk of mine around the house, but no, you are not allowed to leave dirty clothes, dirty dishes, shoes, etc. laying around. Yes, I am allowed to be loud and obnoxious while you are napping (it’s funny when I do it), but no, you are not allowed to disturb me when I am trying to sleep (it’s not funny when you do it to me). If I break something in the house, or even if I mess something up on the car, that’s okay. But if you break something, you know you will never hear the end of it. If I am suffering from a self-induced illness/hangover, I am to receive the sympathy and pity I am seeking. If you are suffering the same fate, you will receive lights on, window shades fully open, covers off, and blackmail camera flashes.
Now what’s so hard to understand about that?