When I lived in Minnesota, my friend, K, dated a guy for a while who’d recently been divorced. The divorce, and the things he’d given up because of it, (time with his kids, a lifestyle, possessions, a chunk of his income) were much on his mind.
One night, after he’d tossed back a few, he got fixated the idea that he should rent a bus and, along with some of his friends who were in the same situation, go on a tour of houses they’d lost. They’d take a cooler of alcohol and raise a toast each time they passed a home they used to live in. They were shocked when K and I asked for a couple of seats on that bus.
“You can’t have lost houses,” they said. “You’re women.”
Apparently, Minnesota women are just a whole lot smarter than Ohio ones.