In which I offend pretty much everybody
When I was digging the Christmas stuff out of the upstairs walk-in closet, I found a half dozen gallon jugs of distilled water, unopened. I asked Deanne why she kept including water on our grocery list when we had all this water, and she replied that that had been set by for emergencies. You know, tornadoes, earthquakes, zombie apocalypses. Deanne is a bit of a survivalist at heart, a trait I find more often among men of my internet acquaintance. Indeed, I've always seen that as quintessentially a male trait -- nay, a husband and father
trait. "Protect the women and children! Keep the family safe in a crisis!"
Meanwhile, women's tin-foil hat tendencies incline more often toward exotic diets, purges, holistic health, and so on. "Have you had a bowel movement today, Honey?" In their extreme form, they reach unto anti-vaxer weirdness. Oh, I know men who get into this sort of thing, but it still seems more common among women to me. Why? Maybe it's a Mom
sort of thing. Mothers are supposed to take care of their children, and always know what's best for them. So the health obsessions and fads are kind of an assertion of the superior knowledge of Everymom against the bullying of doctors. "How dare those men in white lab coats make me feel inadequate? What do they know?"