So is it really so hard to figure why men still die sooner than women? (Actually, in the US the mortality gap is widening.) Come on, we can ponder their genetic material, ruminate on hormones and aggression, and be empathetic to their lack of support systems, but let's call a lunkhead a lunkhead. Men die on average 7-8 years before their wives - of stupidity.
Let's consider. Joe is getting a little thin on top and a little thick around the middle. Joe regularly has an elephant sitting on his chest and gasps like a beached flounder walking up a flight of stairs, but he smokes like a chimney and can't drive past a MickeyD's. Joe thinks he's a studly guy. Joe thinks he's in peak form. Joe's delusional and due to croak of a massive 'insert your cardiovascular accident here.' But truth be told, Joe could be bleeding out of his eyeballs and he wouldn't go to the doctor if his life depended on it. What irony.
In the mental world of males, I suppose there are things that pass for rationales for this behavior. Surely a routine check up might make casual bystanders think that Joe has a problem (translation - can't get it up.) And then there is the actual chance that said routine checkup could uncover an actual illness (translation - impending death.) And, of course, my personal favorite - it would be an act of submission - to her (translation - if the wife wants me to go, I must resist to appear, you know, manly.) The experts say that getting his fat butt to the doc is usually up to her. Lucky girl!
Pay up the life insurance, ladies.
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