Hm, IMdB says Jeff Wadlow is the screenwriter, and gives credit to the two dudes who wrote the comic book, but no mention of lady writers. Interesting non sequitur: Claudia Schiffer is an executive producer.

I think this is what happens when well-intentioned male writers try to speak with the voice of strong women (see also: Steven Moffat or anyone who isn't Joss Whedon). The line would have been just as funny and shocking if it was a small dick joke.

Ok, maybe "normal" was the wrong descriptor. All hail enlightened, equity-minded husbands everywhere!

Agreed. People be complicated. Just like groups of people.

Isn't this where we apply the knowledge gained from Dodai's article earlier about Kickstopper?

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My first gay boss was quite openly gay, but busted every gay stereotype there was. He was not in shape, didn't know how to dress, and his office was a pig sty. Smartest man I ever worked for, but so disorganized his desk avalanched on a regular basis.

I don't either, but that appears to be the direction the article took. All hail normal husbands everywhere!

My Solution: only marry and/or procreate with dudes who like the "partner" idea instead of the "wife" idea. That way, we end up flooding the gene pool with quality menz.

tldr: duh.

From the SEALS I've met (I actually got a tour of the training facility on Coronado once), the washout rate has more to do with mental strength than physical. Once you get past the basics like holding your breath under water for eleventy billion minutes and toting a 50-caliber sniper rifle like a sidearm, the worst…

I'm sure there are enough women in his region who wouldn't blink at his daffy notions of biology, but it makes me weep to think he passed his boards somehow.

I dump a doctor for merely hesitating in supporting my reproductive decisions. I can't even imagine showing up on this guy's examining table. That's just a nightmare. Does he still take patients?

That outfit could totally have been me 85% of the time from 1992-1996. I had at least 5 oversized flannel button-down shirts. But back then, we got complaints for covering up too much ("looking ragged/sloppy/grungy") than not enough. *sigh*

Spin-off Idea: Real Housewives of Mars (c. 2013 BerkRie)

This works for food too. If I'm craving double chocolate death cake, I can usually (usually) look at a few recipes, a pinterest board or two, and call it good.