battle of the sexes

yes i'm still fucking in the lab. i would just post when i get home for the evening to fulfill my daily quota, but i fear it might not be in time to count as nov 2...
but i exaggerate. hopefully i'll be sitting down to a kz-prepared dinner of steak tips by 10 pm. that would be ideal.

no rotten tomatoes today, other than some frustrating interactions with people in my would-be thesis lab. sometimes i just curse this place with fire and brimstone; after only 3 months here, that seems a little premature. i swear that it happens only when our tech and i both have PMS, i've spent too much time in the coldroom (4 deg C - runny nose and teary eyes city), and the other grad student gets up on his soapbox. the heart of the conflict: chick dialog.

i contend that it's perfectly normal for those with the XX chromosome to narrate their day or make sudden outbursts relating to the various states of their bowels, appetite, uterus, credit score, relationships, and degree of alertness. it's even more normal to winge about the above with another member of the XX club. it may annoy male onlookers; just tune us out, really. he contends that some things are just inane and should not be discussed, particularly in the hearing of men, particularly him. he finds the self-directed monologs to be egocentric. i find his attitude to be pompous and, by forcing his own measure of the relative quality of conversation topics upon the rest of humanity, to be the very definition of egocentric.

i see no compromise here. other than to say that dude, friday is going to be so welcome.