Are Women Really Dull?

In a distant incarnation of self, circa 1991, I was a member of the grunge scene in Portland, Maine. This did not entail much. I frequented bars, stayed razor-edge thin, and was sort-of (although I could be mistaken) dating a drummer from a band called Otis Coyote. One evening, we attended a party. Instantly, the crowd sorted itself into the musicians (males) and the people who had shown up with the musicians (females). I could only wonder what the musicians were talking about. I imagined they were discussing the things that the drummer talked about -- music, books, wild stories from the not too distant past -- while I pretended interest in the canned food drive that socially conscious metal band Tesla had organized in coordination with their upcoming concert: whoever brought the most cans got to meet the band.