Mars and Venus at Home Depot

I recently saw one Home Depot commercial (of many) where the bumbling husband can't find his way around a Home Depot and either his wife or a friendly, female associate is able to direct him toward the right products to help his home-improvement project work out right.

In principle, I don't have a problem with this scenario because I'm sure it's happened before.

But come on. Let's not get carried away with the stereotype. When was the last time one of you ladies spearheaded a home-improvement or handyman project? When was the last time you saw a woman sitting up in a sky scraper eating her lunch of beer, jalepenos, roast beef, and beer? And cigarettes.


Let's call a spade a spade, OK? No matter how much the spade thinks that turning itself upside down and coloring itself red makes it resemble a heart, it's still a spade. I don't have the specific stats in front of me, but I will venture a guess that all the massive bridges whose spans cover watery abysses have 3" rivets that were twisted into place by the calloused hands of manly men; not liberated women.

Do I sound enough like a chauvinist to get you riled and angry? Leave me a comment!