THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Monday, February 26, 2018
a cranky re-run from February 2015
Women’s ability to communicate better than men’s is well known.Not necessarily with everyone, but certainly women to women.Their communication is often complicated and undecipherable by men.Women can speak volumes with a raised eyebrow, a voice tone change, shoulder shrugs and body posture. Men often miss non-verbal communication. Men just use words.
I remember in school the girls could all read lips.The boys would get in trouble talking in class while the girls would carry on conversations across the classroom without making a sound.Perhaps this is why women love soap operas where the characters all whisper; women don’t need to hear dialog, they can see it.
Sometimes women even invent their own language.They did this when I was in junior high school and they would talk circles around the boys. The girls would be giggling and making faces while we, the boys, had no idea what they were chattering about.
I’m pretty sure it was women who invented “Pig Latin.”Pig Latin was not too hard to figure out and the boys soon caught on.
Then the girls invented “OP.”
Even with knowing how OP worked, the girls spoke it so fast; the boys had no idea what they were saying.
In “OP,” you put an “op” before every vowel.My name, Joe, became Jopo-ope.I did learn my own name pretty quickly.If they were talking about Jopo-ope Hopagopy I earned to tune in, but the rest of any conversation was "OP" to me. If the girls even thought you might be catching on they switched to "EK" which was pretty much the same as "OP" only with EK. Sometimes they would mix the two and that was ridiculous. I could not even recognize Jeko-ope Hopageky. Mrs. C would say"Yop-o-eku opareke opa jekerk!"
There is a movie out about an indecipherable code the Nazis used in World War II.The code of nonsense letters was turned into words witha machine, the “Enigma” machine.I plan to go to this movie with Mrs. Cranky.I wonder if she will be able to figure out what the Nazis were saying before the geniuses in the movie crack the code.