If they can send ONE man to the moon, why can't they send THEM ALL ?

It's official. They deserve to go. Every last one of 'em. Someone needs to build the space shuttle equivalent of the wooden horse of Troy and pack the scoundrels in there with a one way ticket to a lunar landing.

To provide justification of this measure, one needs look no further than the authors of the current spate of (I use the term loosely) books that claim to provide 'insight' into the 'inner workings of women'.

One such text provides a detailed chart claiming to 'decode' what women actually mean when they use certain phrases or gestures (such as the proverbial "What is wrong, dear ?" ... "NOTHING !!!").

An example of this decoding describes a situation where a woman accuses her husband of 'not doing enough around the house', and, according to the great wisdom of this 'author', this translates to mean that the wife is feeling 'insecure and unloved' and 'wants her husband to demonstrate his commitment to her as a man and provider'.

Now, as a woman in possession of: (a) most of her faculties, ( a half-renovated house, and (c) a husband who is a CARPENTER for criminys' sake, I can tell you pretty much straight out that when I say to my husband "You need to get some stuff done around the house" what I actually REALLY SECRETLY mean is "I want you to get some stuff done around the house".

As interesting as it may seem to attribute all sorts of hidden meanings and deep psychological resentments or fears to such common utterances, the only need driving MY request for the attentions of my husband to our house is that we have lived here for almost 2 years AND I STILL HAVE NO DOOR ON MY BATHROOM.

It's that simple.

I grow weary of watching our houseguests attempt to construct all manner of complicated 'screens' with our portable clothesline and towel rack in order to avoid being seen naked and wet by any random passer-by.

I do not have any deep-seated need to have my husband 'prove himself' to me by 'brightening up our nest'.

I'm just tired of my husband and I being banished upstairs whenever anyone who visits wants to bathe. (This, in some egotistical way, infers that we might WANT - even HOPE - to see our houseguests naked, which, quite frankly, we probably wouldn't).

So, even though men are NOT from Mars, and women are NOT from Venus, perhaps an ‘inter-planetary sexes-split’ could prove somewhat more beneficial than I initially thought .