I went to a lovely village fete today, and there was a fish โnโ chip van, so I had a large cod and chips. My missus โdidnโt want anyโ, but then, of course, proceeded to eat around 40 per cent of my chips. Also, two random women simply walked up and helped themselves to some, as if that was perfectly acceptable.
How much longer must men put up with this? How do we know how much food to buy? If you run a chips-adjacent food outlet, how do you know how much to serve to a bloke when there are obvious women present?
Of course, Iโm happy to share with the frail, fainting flower of womanhood, because whatโs mine is hers first. We are men, and our duty is to provide and, ultimately, defend, even unto death. But this is about chips, and boundaries are important.
Sisters: itโs OK to like chips. Itโs OK to want some. We know you do.