Women like to talk. Sorry if I’m pigeon holeing here, but you do. In those old BT adverts Bob Hoskins told us “It’s Good to Talk”, but sometimes we all need a bit of quiet time, a chance to collect our thoughts.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love a good conversation as much as the next man. You’ll often find me locked in debate in the pub, furiously animated as I argue with my drinking buddies over the Kit Kat’s status as biscuit or confectionary. For the record, I class it as a confiscuit, neither biscuit, nor confectionary, but somewhere in between.

After a long days work though, we just want to sit down, relax, switch the telly on and pretend we’re not really watching Property Ladder. Unfortunately for us, 8.00 is exactly the time when women like to offload every little thing that’s gotten on their nerves during the day into their partners ear.

Now, evolution is a wonderful thing and the modern male has developed a defence mechanism, which stops our brain from deciding that death can’t be any worse than the incessant noise which is driving us to despair. It’s called ‘mmhhhmm’.

Like cats, we have learned to detune ourselves from the key of ‘woman’. Some time ago, perhaps when we were still living in caves, we learned that those funny creatures without the beards, which we had nothing in common with but were strangely attracted to liked us to agree with them.

We learned to focus our attentions elsewhere, but to listen for the gaps in noise and to fill them with ‘mmhhhmm’. Unfortunately this wasn’t quite good enough. Those women were cleverer than we first thought and soon spotted the pattern, thus was born the phrase that every male dreads…

“You’ve not been listening to a word I’ve said”.

The words on their own are enough to drive fear into the heart of the bravest of men, but when combined with “the face” (you know what I’m talking about), many a good man has lost his steel and been forced to indulge in the hell that is a two way conversation about the queues in Ikea.

Fortunately, there is a way out of this that doesn’t involve murder or Hari Kari and that is to combine ‘mmhhhmm’ with bullet points.

If we work on the simple basis that it takes a woman around 3 and a bit minutes to say what a man can in one sentence, then a 10 minute stream of consciousness will normally involve 3 main points of discussion. We have learned to look out for keywords, for example: -

“My mum’s”
“Argos”
“X Factor”

Now, deep down our girl probably knows that we’re not really listening to her, but when faced with “the question”, if we can quickly reel off 3 or 4 key phrases then it is normally enough to throw her off the scent and allow us to get back to Kirsty and Phil.

And in the end everyone is happy. Our girl has had her rant, she’s happy she’s got such an understanding boyfriend who is always there with a sympathetic ear, and we have learned how to move from a 1 bedroom flat in Manchester, to a semi-detatched in Bristol for under 295,000 pounds. Domestic Bliss.

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This male perspective was inspired by Limmy’s fabulous Mmm-hmm video. For more information on the ongoing confiscuit debate, check out Philosophy and Biscuits.

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