Twas Brillig

Yesterday, I told my husband about my friend Jenn in Holland who was missing home on the 4th of July and that she wouldn’t even be able to light the fireworks that she’d saved from New Year’s that night because it was raining. “So I told her to go see the hot guy who sells her cheese, and that would create fireworks for her.” I giggled. Hubby just stared at me.

Okay, not funny?

“Isn’t Jenn married?”

“Yes,” I answer.

We were then interrupted by little cherubs with big demands, but a few minutes later Hubby came back and said, “Do you think there’s a double standard? I mean, if two married guys had had that conversation, you would call them pigs. Why is it not equally wrong for two married girls to have that conversation?”

I acknowledged that the guys would be considered pigs. It’s one thing when Hubby acknowledges that a girl is “pretty.” That doesn’t bother me at all. But if he’d had a conversation about “creating fireworks” with some girl, it would have infuriated me.

He also pointed out to me that my girlfriends and I giggle about male celebrities, and hang pictures of them on our blog-walls, and talk about “drooling” over them, and so on. But again, if he were to put a picture of Pamela Anderson on his blog and talk about drooling, he would, again, be a pig.

True.

I offered him an explanation of why I thought there was this double standard, if you want to call it that. There really is a difference, I think. But before I tell you what I told him, I want to know how YOU, Gentle Readers, would respond.

So, is there a double standard? And if it is a double standard, is it justified or not? Lurkers, de-lurk today. I really want to know what everyone thinks of this. I’ll have a follow-up post in a few days.

Oh, and, um… this blog is rated PG. I know that this is a topic that could quickly turn… um… NOT PG. You KNOW I don’t like censorship, but I will have to edit things if they get out of hand so, um, don’t let them. Okay? Ready, set, GO!