Hello Rebels, and welcome back to my life.
My daughter is going through something that, I think, all kids go through when they’re young, where she changes what she wants to be when she grows up.
And I mean that she, like, changes it every day.
A few days ago she wanted to be a cowboy. Then it was an astronaut, and then a witch.
But then last night she said something that I think most kids say at one point or another: she said, “When I grow up I’m going to be the President of America.”
Now I would never be so cruel a parent as to wish my child a career in politics, but still, it’s cute aspiration. And she’s a smart cookie—she could totally be the President when she grows up, if she still wants to.
Please, please, I hope she doesn’t want to.
But odds are, by tomorrow she’ll want to be the Avatar again. When she was watching Avatar Korra, she was really really interested in being the Avatar when she grew up.
So anyway, my wife and I thought our daughter’s political aspirations were adorable, of course, so my wife went ahead and posted it on Facebook, because that’s what you do when you’re locked into an inherently inferior social media platform.
And as you might expect, the post got quite a few likes. 62 of them in fact.
And my wife is much more into Facebook than I am—in fact I don’t use Facebook for personal use at all—so she was looking through to see who had liked the post.
And interestingly, only 2 of those likes were from guys. The other 60 were from girls.
Why would that be, do you think?
Now, far be it from me to assign any actual importance to a status update on Facebook or take that as any kind of significant research pool, because Facebook is a terrible cesspool of apathy and indifference from which I have never, if ever, gained anything meaningful or beneficial to my life.
But this did get my mind going in a certain direction, thinking about women Presidents and how there’s a very real possibility that Hillary Clinton will be running for the Presidency in 2016 and there’s a very real possibility that she could win.
Now Clinton obviously faces a lot of scrutiny and criticism in this aspiration, much of it from political opponents or analysts who have valid points of concern about some of her politics and her policy making decisions in the past.
In fact I share many of those concerns. I don’t have both feet planted on the Clinton 2016 bandwagon, but then again I’m rarely very supportive of either of the two major parties’ candidates for President.
But there’s another type of person who likes to make fun of the idea of a woman in the White House—and it’s not because of her politics, but because of the very fact that she IS a woman.
This type of critic likes to imagine, in a very clever display of wit, that if a woman makes it into the White House, the United States will declare war once a month.
Now don’t get me wrong, this joke is absolutely hilarious, especially the more times you hear it, and I have heard it a LOT.
But the people who make it, if they’re even remotely serious about it, are kind of hoisting themselves by their own petards, and here’s why.
Just before and during a woman’s menstruation, her testosterone levels are relatively higher in her body than during any other time of the month—at least if she’s not pregnant.
And it’s this testosterone that can—but does not necessarily—make women irritable, moody and somewhat irrational. But that testosterone level is also significantly lower than it is EVERY SINGLE DAY in the body of the average male.
So boys, if a woman ever DOES declare war because she’s on her period, it’s only because for those few days, she’s more like a man than at any other time of the month.
Thanks for watching, Rebels, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe. Byyye.