March 2nd, 2005

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Oh, look, girls really aren't good at maths!

More males than females end up at the low end of the IQ scale, and not surprisingly, relative to females, there are more male high school dropouts and more men in prison. But the opposite is also true: More males than females have extremely high IQs. And like it or not (I don't like it), this is probably why the world has more male geniuses à la Einstein, Mozart and Michelangelo. We can thank the goddess Nike for Marie Curie, but where's another woman in our pantheon?

Let's ignore the fact that the results of IQ tests are also affected by education and social standing. Let's just look at the fact that this female writer has just neglected to mention that for tens of centuries women were denied education of any kind. You know, that just might have more to do with our lack of "genii" until the 20th century than our teeny little IQs.
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fat pony like thunder

snow! oh.


Today, to my immense surprise, I woke up to what I insist on annoying P by calling "a winter wonderland". Yes, there was about three inches of snow everywhere, which was lovely. Except I had to get into town at half ten to do an interview. So I bundled up snugly, donning many layers, and wearing my hideous practical runners (best grip) instead of my lovely Monkey shoes.

By the time I got into town, the sun was shining, I was boiling hot, and there wasn't a snowflake to be seen. Very annoying. But at least I knew I'd be able to get home (which I'd been doubting earlier, to be honest). And then, when I arrive back in the outer suburbs, the snow is still everywhere. A bit slushy, yes, but still there.

HOW CAN THIS BE? How can there be too distinct climates within a five mile radius? It's mad! And very uncomfortable. I am now knackered and cranky from (a) trudging about the snow and (b) trudging about in the blazing sun and (c) trudging about in the snow again. WHEN WILL THIS MADNESS END? I think I shall lie down on the couch and watch the new episode of Gilmore Girls to restore my equilibrium.
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