My husband and son just wiped me out in Settlers of Catan. A....gain. Oddly, I keep coming back for more. My personal theory is that I'm psychologically re-living my Irish ancestors' oppression by the English. How else would you explain the fact that my son is flush with sheep, bricks and ore while I'm barely scraping by with one measly resource card? It couldn't possibly be a discrepancy in our skill levels. That would just be crazy, right? (Ha.)
In all honesty, I'm not doing the women's movement any favors by continuing to lose with spectacular gusto on a repeated basis to the men in my life. Both of them are quite open-minded but they might begin to believe in male superiority if I keep wandering aimlessly around the game board, barely able to scrape 5 victory points. Pitiful.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you are seriously missing out. Settlers of Catan rocks. I suspect it's even more fun if you occasionally win a game, but of course I have no way of verifying that theory.
It's possible, of course, that you have a much more interesting life than I do. Perhaps the highlight of your life isn't a medieval board game. Maybe you go out, see movies, go to bars, and even date. In that case I don't really want to hear about it because I'm way too busy plotting how I might conquer my nine-year-old son the next time we sit down at the kitchen table.