Dave and I were badmouthing a misogynist. This is a favorite past-time of ours, a bloodsport really.
My nine year old son says, "But Daddy, you're a misogynist!"Dave looks at him, thinks about it, and says, "I think you're mistaking misogynist with someone who massages his wife's shoulders during ESPN -- as a kind of payment for her suffering ESPN. It's a little different."
