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Egad. It’s Monday.

So the comedian Dane Cook has this sketch he does about women and their evil powers of brain-ninja-ing people (mostly men) into emotions such as guilt, remorse, on-the-defensive, ect. I used to pride myself on having that ability. I might not, thought, as of yesterday….

Cook’s example of this phenomenon usually involves a fight in which a man and woman (a couple) arguing about something, and in all seriousness, they will never see eye to eye on the subject, yet that doesn’t come up in their two-year-old-esque arguing. Anyway, near the end of round one, the woman will say, very quietly, a one-liner that doesn’t hit home until way after she’s left the room. That one liner may sound something like, “you really are exactly like your father.” Then she leaves. The man does not realize it, but she has just effectively (with deadly precision) brain-ninja-ed his psyche into the beginnings of a mental break down. Pretty soon, the man will be shrieking out of control, “my father was a great man! A great one!” And he will bawl his eyes out in private, wishing death or other ill wills on the woman who left him moments earlier.

Of course, this is all just a comedic presentation of Cook’s own inability to settle his own scores with argumentative girlfriends… or is it? And does this brain-ninja-ing ability never weaken as a woman gets older? And can it be used against other women. I think it can….

Problem one: I have no money. Two: Gas prices are really high. Three: My family lives a 9-hour drive from here. However, despite those issues, I just told my great-grandmother that I will drive out to see her in the next couple of weeks, because I have a long enough weekend, and seeing her is more important than anything else. But I don’t even have a job to build up to this trip, so literally I have no way to pay for the gas it would take to uphold my stupid promise. So why did I say I can drive out there to see her?

Because she and I had a small argument about whether or not she would be able to come to my graduation. I said that she can, because everyone would work hard to make sure she is comfortable and not over-stressed during the journey. She said that stadium seating would be difficult for her, and she doesn’t think a college campus would have handicap accommodations. I told her that she was being ridiculous, and of course they’d have something available to make her visit comfortable. She told me that if there was no proof of handicap accommodations, she wouldn’t go, and if I really wanted to see her, I’d find a way to visit her. I can’t remember exactly what she said to me in regard to me driving out there, mostly because a ninja-ed brain is in a state of confusion and blurry recollection, but whatever she said made me feel so guilty that I made a promise that I can’t keep, and can’t go back on. So does anyone want to lend me two hundred dollars for gas money? I’m dumb.

AMENDED EX POST FACTO: (added 3:02pm)
This does not have to do with the topic of my latest post, but I found this blog today, and it is very interesting to those feminists out there, both male and female. I suggest you all check it out and let me know what you think: http://girlbomb.typepad.com/blog/2006/01/feminist_men_ox.html