A language instructor was explaining to her class that in French, nouns unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as masculine or feminine.

"House," in French, is feminine-"la maison."

"Pencil," in French, is masculine-"le crayon."

One puzzled student asked, "What gender is computer?"

The teacher did not know, and the word wasn't in her French dictionary.

So for fun she split the class into two groups appropriately enough, by gender, and asked them to decide whether "computer" should be a masculine or feminine noun.

Both groups were required to give four reasons for their recommendation.

The men's group decided that computers should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for possible later retrieval

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your pay check on accessories for it.

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ("le computer"), because

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you'd waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.

Of course we did.

and I'm really pissed off right now that I can't get this mp3 off a zip disk cause for some reason the comp that I copied it off of screwed up the disk so it can't be read on either comp at home. Stupid disk.

and I'm almost dreading going into work. I don't want to quit, cause I know I can do this, but KC is very much a perfectionist. And she's driven home how much I can't do basic math. I realize the irony of a graduated biomedical engineer who has trouble with algebra, but such is my life. And I hate it. It seems that every day now I've been criticized and it's tough to deal with. I guess I have a thin skin. And I think I've said too much...

I laugh, I cry. amin irma na edhel.