This all came to me today when my long-suffering wife, Lisa, and I were making the bed. We had just brought in the sheets and pillowcases from our clothesline and were putting the bed together. The final step, putting the quilt on, revealed that there was more quilt draping over the side on my side of the bed than hers. We tried to even it up, without much success. Then it occurred to me that it didn’t make any difference. “You’re going to get the covers anyway, sometime during the night,” I said.
Lisa said, “That’s right.” And she was. Somehow, no matter how many covers I start out with, she ends up with approximately 82% of them. I don’t mind very much because I don’t really need those covers most of the time. Still, it was a revelation.
Women also live longer than men as recompense for having to visit a gynecologist on a regular basis. But that’s another story for another time. In any case, I don’t begrudge women the extra years. They earn it.