I guess the first time I noticed that boys are different from girls was shortly after I married. My wife had gone with me on what I thought would be a happy chore: buying a new stereo. We went to one of those electronics stores, the kind that has rack after rack of receivers attached to an infinite array of speakers. The men, heads cocked in concentration like prairie dogs before an approaching storm, stood in front of the speakers, which were turned up really, really loud. The women, including my wife, stood behind us, looking as if their teeth were...
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