"well, in the right lighting..."

Never mind this Mars/Venus listen/read maps bobbins... gentlemalepeople and ladies are possibly much more similar than is often thought. Given the appearance of many of the made-up-by-a-blind-chimp young ladies who passed us in our trundle through the town today they were probably thinking along the same lines as the idiot man-dingbats who designed the St. James Centre and associated hideous grey carbunclepark (I'm choosing to assume that it was designed by men on the grounds that the world was not sufficiently advanced in the 1960s to permit a woman to work as an architect (or indeed suggest ideas to one)), to wit: "Well, granted it does look a bit shite in daylight but get it in some mysterious artificial lighting in the evening and people will be falling over to get into this".

Maybe it is merely the case that idiots can be formed from either normal arrangement of twenty-third chromosome.

It is quite interesting impartially (I've bought one pair of shorts in these sales and am thus all shopped-up, sale-wise) observing the various shopping-habits of the different genders under stressful conditions such as sales; there appear to be about seven different attitudes of posture which say "can you get out of the fecking way so I can look at that bit of the rail, PLEASE?" which can be blocked by a further five different "ignore" stances. As always I ended up wishing I could film the whole thing in timelapse or walk up to people, tap them on the shoulder then hold up a big sign saying "it's only a bargain IF YOU NEED IT" until asked to leave by the shopkeeps.