So. The normally redoubtable Karen said of a math problem she and her daughter were working on:
Here's how my daughter and I would both respond to the following problem in her math book:
Larry ordered 3/8 of a pizza. He gave Pat 1/3 of his pizza. How much of a pizza did Pat get?
She and I would both say this sort of thing:
"Do you think Pat is a guy? Or his wife? And why would someone order 3/8 of a pizza? That's ridiculous. I might order by the slice, but never in fractions. Pat must be a guy friend, because Larry certainly would give his own wife more than 1/3 of 3/8 of a pizza. Are you hungry? Let's get something to eat. Then maybe we could write a story about a hungry mother and daughter who abandon math, join forces to open a pizzeria and hire people to do all the stuff that makes them lapse slowly into comas ... i.e., the measuring, the math ...."
I am astonished at Karen’s gapular thinking.
Clearly Pat is a female, because if you have three slices of pizza and two people, one and only one with a Y chromosome, then the He in this equation is clearly going to eat two of the pieces and leave but one for the XXer, jamming both of his slices in his mouth as quickly as possible, if necessary. He’ll look at his beloved wife and decide that she’d want him to have twice as much pizza, and that by eating two slices and leaving her only one, he’s actually making her happy—indeed, performing a good deed. Doing her a solid, as they say.
Whereas if Pat’s a guy friend, the math problem would have made mention of the fistfight the two of them got into over that final piece and how the police had to be called and how they both ultimately ended up on C.O.P.S.
But it didn’t say anything about that. So Pat’s clearly a female.
And that’s where I get stuck. I had to ask Max for help solving the actual problem. Just one more illustration of how and why females are ever so much better.
And now I’m hungry.