The Woman's Night Off

As millions of Americans tuned into NBC to watch Superbowl 2009, I looked down at the table in front of me covered in the traditional Superbowl snacks and had to laugh. A thought crossed my mind that made me snicker to myself; a thought that could really apply to any other event similar to the Superbowl. What made me laugh was the phenomenon of outdoor grilling: the only type of cooking a "real" man does. The Superbowl is a man's day. He wakes up and gets dressed in the jersey of his team of choice. SportsCenter is on all day long playing and replaying stats from the season and getting everyone pumped up for the big game! Sometime about mid-after noon it comes time to fire up the grill. Beer in hand, your ruggedly handsome man volunteers to do the barbecuing for the party which then sets the following series of events into motion. 

The woman goes to the store. The woman pours the chips (original ruffles, doritos, tostitos, and fritos-pretty much the whole "ito" family because she knows that then boys like all of them) and mixes each it's respectable dip. The woman prepares the meat for cooking and places it onto a tray along with the required utensils, and brings it outside to the man (who is lounging beside the grill, sipping his beer, and listening to John Madden make football commentation using terms such as "pull out" and "penetration" that I have come to learn college students find very amusing.) The man places the meat on the grill as the woman goes in to set up the snacks out before the party guests arrive. The man takes the meat off the grill and hands it to the woman for her to prepare and set out. The men chow down as the women daintily pick from the finger foods and stand by until their hunky man spills something as a result of the couple of beers they had while "slaving" over the grill. After bidding the guests goodbye the woman clears the table and does the dishes as her man replays every play with her from the love-seat. The man asks the woman how she enjoyed her "night off" from cooking dinner and well.... we'll get to the rest in a second. Outdoor grilling... it'a a funny thing. It's things like this that make girls like me shake their heads and love the imperfections of the male gender. They try their hardest to please us and if they weren't so darn cute it would probably be easier to hold something like this against them. I think, ladies, that we can all agree that while we adore men individually, as a group they are rather amusing.

From the love-seat that ruggedly handsome and innocently charming man asks you how you enjoyed your "night off" from cooking dinner... and upon seeing your amused smirk and raised eyebrow concludes that there's just no pleasing women.