According to a study by the Virginia Tech Carilion Research team, women feel intimidated and cowed by their friends and their collective intelligence, so we automatically lose a few IQ points and are only capable of discussing telly programmes and schools.
Apparently, according to one columnist, there is also the dilemma of what to wear and the etiquette of behaviour at dinner parties to also take into consideration.
Do most women even do dinner parties any more? I know I don’t here. On the rare occasion that we do have a child free night and are free to hold impromptu soirees for our friends, it’s a case of I don’t care what you’re wearing, as long as you’re not a baby covered in drool or under the age of 18, you could arrive in your mum’s old curtains for all I care.
Dinner parties here are a case of arrive, be plied with wine or lager depending on your preference and be served your food. The last one we held was a Mexican night, where we served nacho type starters, with fajitas and chilli con carne for the mains.
(This being one of the few times we do actually cook a meal for guests. Usually it’s a case of “whoohoo! Let’s go to the pub just because we CAN, get bladdered and go to the local kebab shop on the way home for food! Yay!” ….)
At the inviting round for a meal though, never mind only talking about schools, what has been on telly that weekend or whatever, if we have dropped a few IQ points round the dinner table it’s usually down to the amount of wine that has been supped and we’re incapable of proper speech any more.
It wouldn’t be a dinner party if there wasn’t some inane drunken babbling going on somewhere.
Forget all the etiquette and ‘how should I behave in front of my peers’ nonsense. Chuck a few glasses of wine down your neck and you won’t care whether it’s ‘terribly bad form’ to hoover all the pistachio nut nibbles up…..
dinner party article here
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2091968/Why-DO-women-make-meal-dinner-parties.html
I so agree – dinner parties are just the pits! Falling over together with pasta and a glass of wine – that’s fine. But the dreadful dressing up, what would you like to drink, I’m afraid we haven’t got any sherry, I’m sorry to hear you have piles, I might just have to pee on your pudding if you don’t shut up about your wonderful children . . .
(yes, I do still have some friends!)
Hehe! None of the ‘how are Toby and Jemima doing at school lately?” talk here either – just shurrup, get more wine down yer neck and find something more interesting to talk about….