Why women are the weaker sex

I have a new theory. Remind me to share, at a later date, my other theories (the most notable a way to end insanity). The one I feel compelled to share now as I sit awake, typing on my computer (not in the Garamond font, I must add), listening to my father snore. I am staying at my father's house for the night and not sleeping because, well, he's snoring.

So here's my theory: women have historically been the weaker sex, especially once married, because they are sleep deprived. Forced throughout the centuries to listen to men snoring.

Even sitting here wide awake, with my headphones on fairly loud, the noise is obnoxious. And I can't wake him up because then he'll not get enough sleep and I have to spend the entire day with him tomorrow... me being cranky is bad, both of us being cranky would be horrid. We have a family thing, a delayed Thanksgiving dinner, people are used to him being an ass, but when we feed off of each other in our moods. Watch out.

I'd say that I wished I were more like my mom in this regard, but I think my mom's bad moods were worse. But that could be a teenager's reaction talking. Then again... she threw things. Granted it was dishes, and into the sink. The cracking and shattering, when seen from her perspective, was probably pretty satisfying. To me it was terrifying. But then again, I was the one who provoked her into that state. I wasn't the nicest of people to her. Too much like my dad in that regard.

Genetics are a bitch.

On a totally unrelated subject, I've got the TNT show, Saving Grace, on in the background. This show is amazing. About the only God-related show on TV that actually mentions God. What I find fascinating is that every family member on Seventh Heaven would be horrified with this show: the language, the sexuality, the subject matter, etc. And yet, they never, never, never mentioned God. Except when one of the characters interacted with someone Jewish--I think. And they certainly never talked about Jesus. Ummmm, I think I just gave myself away that I actually watched that show. My only excuse is that it was on for ELEVEN FREAKING YEARS. What is with the WB? Or whatever the hell it is called now. That show was schlock. Anyway. I love that Grace has a mouth like a sailor, is knowingly sleeping with a married man, and any other man that "gives [her] a ride home." And she's got a guardian angel and a priest for a brother and a devout Catholic friend who are all trying to save her soul. She has regular conversations with an angel and repeatedly says that she doesn't believe in God. Also? Holly Hunter is a brilliant actress.

Then there's The Closer. TNT rocks in the roles that they have given women "of a certain age."