What Guys Say When No Girls Are Around
Fly-on-the-Wall in the Locker Room
A couple of years ago, I was handed a rare gift — and by that I mean rare like the bright yellow and blue vase that your auntie Ethel gives you at Christmas, the one you coo over, pretend to be grateful for, and only bring out when she visits.
A uniquely unpleasant experience, that will stay with me for longer than I’d like.
I experienced a locker room conversation, a proper gross one.
Do we really know what members of the opposite gender say to each other when they are alone? I’m a little oblivious to those conversations. I know I’m not the only one because the other day I was reading a John Grisham novel, and at some point he tries to portray girl talk, which he seems to think goes basically like this:
Woman walks up to other woman, hands her a diet coke. “Let’s talk about girl’s stuff,” she says. “Oh, like what?” “Oh, I don’t know. Off the top of my head, sex. Let’s talk about sex. What’s your opinion about sex?
It is generally a little less stilted then that, John (and more graphic).
Yet twice in my life — both times in youth hostels — I have found myself undercover in foreign territory: namely, bro-dom.
