January 05, 2013

All Venus Look Alike

Ringo had a some friends over tonight. I made a tray of baked ziti, a salad, and baked brownies.

I just didn't think it was necessary to ask the SEX of the people coming over.

I cooked for a bunch of boys with a girl or two.

It was a bunch of girls.

Which is fine. They're all laughing and watching football. T and Bones are with them as well, so there is a crazy laughter in the house that is fun.

But girls... are so different.

For instance, this young lady walked in my home, gave my husband a big hug and then came over to where I was and gave me a big hug, before she went into the family room.

My husband and I were at the dining room table on our respective laptops doing work.

After she was out of ear shot, I looked up from my laptop and whispered, "Who was that?"

And he replied, "I have no clue. I thought you knew her..."

All the girls look alike to me, other than the color hair.

I said to Ringo at some point, knowing there would be a couple girls, "So, which girl is coming?"

Ringo: Megan is coming.

Me: She has the black hair, right?

Ringo: No. Blonde.

They all look the same. They wear the clothes from the same stores, they all have the same shape, and they all wear their hair exactly the same way... straight.

The ONLY thing that helps is that some of them have different color hair.

Otherwise, it's just walking estrogen coming into my home. They all look alike.

Posted by Boudicca at January 5, 2013 10:25 PM
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That's too funny! You are definitely a 'boys' mom! The testosterone jungle.

Then again, you can't remember where you park your van at the mall. So I can see your trouble with faces, too.

Do you have as much of a problem with boy faces?

Posted by: Rave at January 6, 2013 08:43 AM

I used to, when they were smaller. All little kids look alike to me, or similar.

But as the boys got bigger, they seemed to change so much more. Boys get taller in various degrees, they wear their hair different, and they have distinctly different builds.

They may wear the same 'board shorts and tshirts', but they all are so different.

The girls are like... a pack. Everyone has morphed into the same hair and they all seem to be the same size, eat the same things, have the same speech patterns.

Posted by: Bou at January 6, 2013 10:41 AM

Whereas the parents of said girls know EXACTLY what each boy looks like, his name, his address, his parents' names, etc., etc., etc. All that walking testosterone around the girl ensures that kind of attention to detail.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at January 6, 2013 11:44 AM

And what's so funny, is I watched my boys and they seemed completely bemused and amused by the things that come out of these girls' mouths.

One girl was carrying on about Justin Beiber. I was absolutely... taken back. I have never had Justin Beiber hype in my home. My boys were giving her blank stares while shaking their heads and I was looking at my husband across my laptop, mouthing, 'Really? Justin Beiber?'

We just don't have that girly hype in my home. We have testosterone driven sports hype. Screaming, yelling, high fiving over great shots, and as much as it makes me crazy and I'm moving out next football season, I'd slit my throat with a butter knife if I had that Justin mania in my home.

Holy crap.

Posted by: Bou at January 6, 2013 12:08 PM

Bou - I'm almost 100% sure that if you had a daughter she would NOT be a Justin Beiber fan. Just sayin'...

Posted by: Teresa at January 6, 2013 01:17 PM

Can you imagine? I want to tell my boys, 'You can't date girls like this. Their social IQs are too high. Your goal is higher academic IQ...'

Posted by: Bou at January 6, 2013 01:27 PM

My mom always told me to marry a man smarter than myself. I didn't get it until I was older. Trust me, you want them marrying somebody with an IQ but not smarter than they are... Done both and having the man smarter works better. Something about that testosterone competitiveness.

Posted by: vwbug at January 6, 2013 07:29 PM

Fortunately, my kids at that age pre-dated Justin Bieber. That was Brittney Spears heyday and neither of my progeny were of the type. Bagpipes for my daughter (one of many reasons I'm so proud of her) and Bowling for Soup, Everclear, and Sum41 for my son (for which I thank him).

As for telling the friends apart, their friends weren't "herd beasts" as my daughter called them. Being uniquely identifiable was not a problem with my kids friends, we were able to easily distinguish them (I'll let you do the math on that statement).

Nowadays up here at the university? They all look the same - young. More so with the cadets since they're clean shaved, clean cut (or hair neatly in a bun) in uniform. I cannot tell them apart, even after many meetings. Fortunately, they forgive me. :)

marcus

Posted by: marcus erroneous at January 6, 2013 09:22 PM