Yes, this is an honest, unaltered view of the current state of our refrigerator. It’s exactly how it looked when I opened it this morning. If I were a scientist, I would call this my “control subject.” I would also probably be wearing a Haz-Mat suit complete with breathing apparatus. Maybe even a caged canary. Not that our refrigerator itself is a bio-hazard. It’s actually pretty clean. It’s the stuff inside the small containers somewhere in the back, tucked behind the Christmas dinner leftovers (Hey, from 2015!) that pose the biggest threat should their air-locked containers be accidentally breached.
Me: Hey, what’s in this Tupperware container? [Pffffffft!]
My wife: WAIT! No, you fool!
Me: My GOD! I’ve KILLED US ALL!
My wife: Hey, maybe the boys will eat it?
Me: Oh, right…
However, the potential threat my refrigerator poses to anyone within a three-mile radius is not the point of this post. It’s actually to provide official documentation a phenomenon I am calling Gender-vision®, which is: The viewing of the same image by two individuals, but with different points of interest depending on their gender.
It’s no mystery I made this discovery with my own refrigerator being the impromptu test subject. Nor is it a mystery as to which point of interest caught my eye first. I think it offers compelling evidence substantiating my Gender-vision® theory. In the name of science I will continue to document cases of Gender-vision® as they present themselves.
If witness or experience your own moment of Gender-Vision®, feel free to send it to me and I’ll include it here as part of the mounting evidence behind my theory.
Assuming the leftovers don’t get me first.
44 thoughts on “Evidence in my fridge supports phenomenon known as Gender-Vision®”
It’s so true. I can’t count the number of times my ex-wife said I should exercise and I couldn’t see the point.
When you can’t see your…point… anymore, it’s definitely time to start exercising.
Probably why she’s my ex-wife
When you need Viagra just to pee and then realize that you now can’t…sigh
That sounds like a great title for a self-help book on aging gracefully.
Are you suggesting a partnership?
It wouldn’t be much of a stretch. The partnership I mean…
If I can’t remember what is in a tupperware container, it gets thrown out. Unopened. You can never unsee or unsmell something. Ack.
I have a friend who works in elder care who said the same thing. But he wasn’t talking aboutt Tupperware…
You’re the only person I know who could open a refrigerator door and come up with a blog post based on what you saw! HA HA! Good job….. 😉
I’m pretty sure Fox News works the same way…
You are probably right!!! 😀
Hmm… I think I will fix me some yogurt! he he! 😛
You could be on to something monumental here!!
Lol! Or it could lead to a monument in the graveyard…
Well, there is that….
LOL! Very funny. Then there’s the “bend over” phenomenon. The men in my house are too lazy to bend over. They think we’re out of milk, but if they’d bend over and look deeper into the refrigerator, they’d see the extra gallon of milk in the back. “We’re out of butter.” BEND OVER. “We’re out of beer.” BEND OVER. My guys didn’t see an entire cheesecake for a week, because they were too lazy to bend over to see more than what was on the edges of the shelves. … And your picture kind of proves that phenomenon, too. 😉
I think I’ll be heading home at lunch now to see if there’s a cheesecake I missed!
Oh, lordy – do I have to look in my refrigerator? It’s scary in there.
Maybe just with one eye…?
Nice one Sire Ned
Breasts, omg, my fridge isn’t even that bad. lol
My husband can’t see beyond what’s at the front of the top shelf (other than maybe what’s in the deli drawer). He complains about needing to lose weight, and I buy fresh fruit and veggies, but he never eats them unless I hand feed them to him. I make rice in big batches so we can eat off of it for a few days, and then he doesn’t see the big container of it just behind the lettuce, and makes another big batch. This does have it’s advantages, however. If I buy something that I want to keep all for myself, all I have to do is put it on the lower shelf behind something, anything, and no one but me ever knows it’s there.
I’m working on an escalator type shelving system so I can just rotate the shelves until I find my wife’s staff of pie.
Death by leftover! Ha! 🙂
I think you need to find a better hiding spot for this copy of Breasts magazine.
I tried under the bed but it kept going bad.
rule of thumb: if you can’t get the tupperware open without the assistance of a power tool – it’s out.
I guess it’s off to Home Depot for me…
Forget the tupperware, how about those bottles and jars of sauces we swear we need for ingredients? Unopened, will they grow fuzz? Would you happen to know? LOL 🙂
Technically, no they won’t grow fuzz if unopened. But after several years they gain enough self awareness to mopen themselves.
Lol, as I suspected! 🙂 Note to self: Toss!
To be fair, a lesbian/bi woman would probably see ‘Breasts’ first as well. 😉
Excellent point! And the same could be said for some men who might see Farmer John’s Sausage first…
And a Ned shall lead them…
The question is where.
Same thing at Home Depot. Women see draperies to hang, paint to apply, shelves to be built. Men only see shiny tools they absolutely must have – never meant to be used, of course – and weeks of “when are you going to…”… erm… reminders(?)…
It’s the “circle of wife.”
sorry… I tried to read the whole post… but I was too busy staring at your boobs…
No hard feelings… ew, I hope.
I really had to squint to make out those breasts. (See also: terrible pick-up lines)
The fact that you were willing to squint to see them proves you are, indeed, a man. *bangs gavel*