After putting a lot of rational thinking and evidence tracking behind me, I now have the bandwidth to look at how women communicate and why they do.
It's almost entirely affect-based "I'm being a bitch because I'm upset and want to feel better."
Men either engage in conveying information and negotiating for something, or joking, with the understanding that a shitpost is a shitpost and you don't attack people unless it's pertinent: "You are bad at this activity but we need to get it done, I will help." Put another way, it's
instrumental communication.
Women almost entirely want to throw emotions around to get them regulated by men. Women think of their feelings first, almost always, and rarely go past that into rationality unless the situation absolutely demands it, such as work, court, true emergencies, etc.
I'm unable to shake out a memory where I was on a trail
very fucking far from civilization and my girlfriend felt like running to the fucking cliff to take pictures. Not only was it a serious fall, this was in dense forest with no way up or down the fall without a serious hike. You know, like you're on the fucking Dakan Trail? We were an HOUR from a paved road. If shit happens I'd have to hope a dude camping with a trailer could help, I only had the first aid kit in my truck. Assuming the fall wasn't immediately fatal.
She turns around, stomps, BACKS UP MORE, yelling and screaming about I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSEEEEEEEEEEEEELF!!!


Yes, a clumsy person who also:
1) Had an accident because she spilled tea on herself
2) Put bubbly soap in a dishwasher and went "oopsie!" when the bubbles came out
3) Put a bristly floor mat into a clothes washing machine and completely clogged it up (and lied about it even as I pulled handfuls of brown bristles out of the filter)
4) Decided to swap a radio in her truck at 10pm in the dark and wondered why she couldn't find bolt heads in the dark
5) Does lots of things last minute and wonders why I get upset
6) Has had her mother and grandmother nearly blown off a fucking mountain. Loveland pass is a hoot, must say.
She literally had no clue she was in mortal danger because she had no clue that mortal danger exists. Life to her is about her feelings and whining to avoid bad ones and pleading to get good ones or shouting to make other bad people feel bad ones or go away.
You can't get bailed out by money or a man if you fall off a fucking cliff.
Thank fuck she at least grasps "niggers are things that exists" and is ok with guns, but she won't learn to use them.