So you don’t think men & women have any innate differences after all, huh?

Come help me read my Big Lebowski email bag.

The following from a reader of the male persuasion:

“Derb—Your wife’s reaction to the Big Lebowski seems, alas, entirely par

for the course for the fairer sex. This is a movie that every male friend

I’ve ever had has been able to quote at least one line from. In college, my

girlfriend rented it with her friends, and they all turned to each other,

baffled: ‘Why do all our boyfriends like this movie?’”

And here’s one from (to borrow a Bundyism) a Gyno-American reader:

“Mr. Derbyshire—I, too, thought The Big Lebowski was one of the most

dreadful films I ever saw the first time. On seeing it again, I have changed

my opinion, but I have a delightful story of a friend of mine’s view on it.

“He told me that the first time he saw TBL, he hated it. The second time,

too, he thought that he had wasted two more hours of his life. The third

time, though, he was amused by it, and begrudgingly admitted laughing a few

times. The fourth time, he determined that the movie was completely

brilliant, and the funniest movie he’d ever seen.

“What does it say about a gentleman that he’d watch the movie 3 times BEFORE

deciding it was the funniest movie he’d ever seen? It suggests he didn’t

have a wife. :) Incidentally, we were on our first date when he told me this

story, and coincidentally, we didn’t have any more

dates, either. hm….”