I think I am fairly open-minded about who my wife is, and who she could be; about what she does, and could do. But if I was completely honest, there are some things I don’t want to see my wife do.
I don’t ever want to see my wife become a power-lifter.
I don’t want my wife to become a marathoner or tri-athlete.
I don’t want my wife to start collecting clown figurines or vintage Cabbage Patch dolls.
And I don’t ever want to see my wife eat her weight in chicken wings in less than 15 minutes.
Check out the story of this woman who won a chicken wing eating contest, downing 181 wings in 12 minutes. That’s almost 5 pounds of wingy goodness in less time than half the time it takes to watch 30 Rock or Modern Family. I defy you to eat 5 pounds of food in an entire day, let alone in 12 minutes.
I don’t think it’s misogynistic of me to say that I don’t think women should participate in food eating contests. Now, give it up for this chick… anytime you beat a guy named Joey Chestnut you know you have bested some serious competition. But I like my ladies a bit more dainty than that.
This brings me to the “stogie” portion of my thought process. I know most guys think it’s pretty rad when a woman can sit down and have a cigar. I’ve even touted the idea that every woman should at least try a cigar (or part of one). But I’m not really sure I want cigar smoking to be that activity that my wife and I enjoy together.
Golf- sure (but probably never)
Hiking- ummm… okay
But I don’t know how I feel about sitting down with my wife and sharing a cigar. What are your thoughts about your wife smoking a stogie?