Why do men still whistle at women? Do any of them actually think that a woman will stop and acknowledge them with anything more than a fierce mouthful of fury or an erect middle finger? What would these same men do if we were to whistle back? Would they scratch their bald spots with confusion or pat their beer bellies in excitement? Whistling at women harkens us back to the Fred Flinstone era when men would drag women by the hair and just throw them in the kitchen to cook up a large brontosaurus rib rack. Wake up and smell the tofu men: this ain't the stone age anymore.

Maybe I'm expecting too much from men. Maybe they never really learn? Case in point. Another politician (read: male) just resigned over a sex scandal. This time, Louis Magazzu of New Jersey went down faster than his clothes when nudie pictures of his overly plump self hit the Internet. I guess the Weiner scandal and all the other deliciously grubby politicians who have had to resign with shame for their dirty deeds are useless as learning tools. A male politician and his phone/camera are apparently a dangerous combination. They'll never learn these few core rules: 1) no one is interested in seeing such wrinkly, unkempt and unsolicited junk; 2) if you take a picture of it and send it to someone, be prepared for that "someone" to turn into the rest of the world; 3) and for heaven's sake, keep you little guy under tight lock and key when you're holding elected office because if you so much as let him peek out, you're done! 

Magazzu, like many men caught with their tighty whities around their ankles have claimed that their actions are somehow less offensive and should carry less gravitas because they were only part of an "online" relationship. Um, excuse me, what in creation is an "online" relationship? Is that sort of like having a virtual pet? Or seeing a web doctor in Timbuktoo to get a script for some little blue friends, oops, I mean pills? What self-respecting woman would ever want to have such a thing--such a "relationship"? I think that if I wanted someone to randomly text me sweet nothings and sexy secrets, I would buy myself another cell phone and text myself. I can probably be more adventurous, ambitious, and never keep myself waiting than compared to some online "boy toy." What a nightmare. Magazzu claims that he's engaged in this online fling for years. Give me a break. Maybe that's why our country is in such dire financial quagmire: because politicians can't be bothered to put their clothes back on, step away from the camera or phone and get back to work.

It may all boil down to the simple fact that men and women operate on a different wave length. The old cliche states that "men are from mars, women are from venus," but really, maybe there's some truth to that. From all appearances, Mars is a place where common sense, courtesy, kindness, professionalism and all those other good things go out the window once the little man in the pants starts to wake up from its nap. And, it is a nap. It's never really full blown REM sleep or hibernation. There's no Unisoming that snake. Venus is a completely different place. No. I'm not saying that it's a utopia, but one thing's for sure, us Venusians tend to think with everything other than what's hidden in our hanky pankies. To the best of my memory, I don't ever recall a woman having to resign from office for doing some unsaintly deed. Maybe that's because we've evolved from that darned Stone Age?