May 18, 2005
Kinky the Detective/Gender Psychologist
I am reading another of Kinky Friedman’s silly detective novels and
thought I’d share a bit more of his two-bit cowboy wisdom about the
sexes. In the following passage he is trying to detect (because he’s a
private detective, you know) who is the cause of the incessant honking
outside his shitty apartment in NYC:
“How
do I know it’s a woman behind the wheel? Because a man hits the horn in
a threatening, rhythmic, staccato fashion, like a native of the Congo
beating on his bongo. A similarly hightly agitato woman takes a quite
different approach. She leans on the horn with her whole neurotic,
love-scarred life.”
do I know it’s a woman behind the wheel? Because a man hits the horn in
a threatening, rhythmic, staccato fashion, like a native of the Congo
beating on his bongo. A similarly hightly agitato woman takes a quite
different approach. She leans on the horn with her whole neurotic,
love-scarred life.”
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