The ladies, hellbent to shop at Perkins Row a few weeks ago. Me following reluctantly behind, as usual.

What happened to men in my life?

When it comes to gender, I’m subjugated to followerhood of women.  Here I am last week gone to Baton Rouge at daughter’s invitation to supper, but dragged mercilessly to shop as a prerequisite for the meal, the daughter aided and abetted by her mother (a.k.a. my wife).

Why do the dames stick together?  Are they really the weaker sex?

I don’t think so, for they are so adept at getting their way.

Methinks me protest, or at least I would’st,  for all the good it doeth.