Random thought here. Bear with me. It's consensus that women mature and reach maturity faster than men do. That's a fact. Indisputable. It's mother nature (who is an inordinately unapologetic feminist). As such, a female who is, let's say, 20 years of age, would in fact be far older, both physically and metaphysically than a male of the same age (yes, sure I could've used 'mentally/emotionally' instead, but they don't sound as academic and smug, so where's the fun in that?). How much older?
Well, let's do some math.
Since 30 is the new 20, as many socialites and cougars will attest, by the logical inference ("if A=B, then B=A"), it follows that 20yr olds are actually 30 in terms of the accelerated gynic maturity.
By the same principle, 30 can be aged up to 50 (as 50 is the new 30, or so I hear).
Now these 20-but-actually-50-year olds can be aged further, as we like rounding to nice wholesome numbers. Well, 50 rounds up (can't round down due to the accelerated gynic maturity) to a nice 100.
Now for guys and our lackadaisical progression of maturity, it's fairly safe to say that 20 year old guys are basically 18 years old, both in maturity and attitude.
Now I'm fairly certain it's beyond argument that 18 year old guys are as mature as 15 year olds (I was a shining example, myself). Thus by logical inference again ("if A=B and B=C, then A=C"), 20 year old males are, for all effective purposes, 15 years old.
Again, we like our nice, wholesome numbers, so we round down (like you need to ask why?) from 15 to 10.
That's an age difference of 90. Wowzers.
So, to summarize...
"What you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul."
I guess the moral of the story is that I just did a whole blog, half asleep, and didn't say anything relevant to anything of relevance. And you read it.
And no, you can't have those 5 minutes of your life back. They are mine.
Back off, get your own sandwich.
Diiirrrnnt.
