Picture yourself in a restaurant, you're looking a menu, it's breakfast, there is something on it that you want, but you are sitting with a bunch of bikers. Sure the only difference between the meal you want and the one you don't is one item, in this case, pancakes. But the name...
You just know...
if you order what you want someone will say something.
The choice is two eggs, bacon, home fries, toast, and pancakes, or two eggs bacon, home fries, toast and french toast.
You think to yourself, "Hey, French toast is good, there's nothing feminine about French toast...is there?"
Then you think, there must be something sissy about it, after all, why would they name it that if it were he man?
You know what, to hell with what they think, so what if I end up in the blog.
So, you wait for the waitress to come over, and in your deepest, masculine voice you order your breakfast,..."I would like the Woman's Breakfast please".
See no one really busted your stones about it, and it would have never made the blog,,, until you mentioned you were afraid it would.
So here you go Dale, you made the blog.
klay
And just to think what would have happened if it was the Woman's Breakfast "BUT"..........
ReplyDeletein "child's size"
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