Women's only steakhouse..and a long boring story

Eva Longoria has reportedly decided to open up an upscale steakhouse in Las Vegas on New Year's Eve - but it's for ladies only. She says it's for women who want to tuck into a steak without being judged by men. People are saying it's the stupidest thing they've ever heard. I don't think it is. You think some men don't judge you when you eat?? They do and they can make you miserable and mad. Really mad. Very few things make me as angry as the attitude of certain men of a certain age and how they can project their antiquated idiotic ideas on to you when it's none of their damn business. Case in point..my once boyfriend (I hate that term for grown people, but, is there another? Partner?) was running a whitetail hunting camp. Iowa whitetail are the biggest and best anywhere, they just are. Period. He had a friend helping (mooching) and I was running the farm and business while he was away. I knew they were having a great time in the luxury camp I'd helped him set up. He was a big game hunter and in his element. The hunters had come from all over the US and paid a lot for the experience. The plan was for me to cook homemade chili and clam chowder to supplement their choices for dinner and transport it to the camp around supper time. The harvest was over and I agreed to disc the fields. Or as much as I could do in a weeks time. I like discing. It wasn't a problem. But, the fields that were left had steep grades. I usually did the flat fields. If you've never tried to keep a big old tractor upright on a steep, you don't know what I'm talking about, but, it's not easy work. I was nervous about it and my muscles got real sore from handling the wheel. It's hard nervous work. Lucky we had our own fuel tanks so I didn't have to go to town to fuel up. I did that most of the morning. The horses broke a fence and got out on the highway and took the neighbor's prize Arabians with them, so I had to round them up and seperate them. None of them had so much as a halter on. Great. Ten horses and two ponies, all of various temperment. They were blocking the highway and a police car was in the middle of it. Nice. I also had to fix the fence. It put me behind in time. I got the food together and put it on to cook and sat at the kitchen table making out payroll checks for his other business. He hadn't done any of it, so that meant I had to look up taxes and crap on every one. It took awhile. I am not the best at numbers so triple checking was in order. I put the soups on simmer and ran the paychecks to town and also picked up their order from the warehouse. Piece of cake. When I got back things were looking so good I decided I had time to make quick rise homemade bread. (And some brownies, but, just from a box mix.) Which I did. It was almost ready by the time the kids got home from school. My daughter, I picked up, his daughter came by bus a half hour later. His daughter was handicapped and in a wheel chair, so getting her off the bus was a physical deal. I guess I don't have to say I'd had a long day, do I? Actually, no worse than usual except for cooking for a big bunch of men I didn't know. I fed the livestock, fed the kids, got them where they need to be and went home and got the food all packed. Nice and hot and the bread was beautiful. I hadn't had time for lunch or really to pinch any of the soups. I was starving! But, I knew what waited. We were all going to have giant T-bone steaks cooked on the grill. Yum. My favorite meal. My umm, partner had invited me to eat with the hunting party when I brought the soups. I was just going to stay for dinner, I don't really like hanging out with a bunch of men. But, these guys would have some interesting stories. I also knew it was the first day and they'd started late, waiting for late arrivals, so they probably wouldn't have a deer yet. It was a drive, but a nice one. Crisp fall weather. I took the dumbass short cut through a pheasant field that HE'D told me to take and got stuck in the mud. Sandbags in the back helped, so did rocking the Rover. It was one of those old antique Land Rover jeeps, like they use on old safari movies. I hated that thing. I didn't think it was a bit cute. Only slightly better than driving the damn tractor. By the time I got to camp I was worn out, frazzled and my stomach was growling. But, they were all nice and helped me unload. When it got time to put the steaks on the grill, my partner's mooching asshole friend brought them out. It had been his one and only job to go get the steaks. He pulled out a big giant juicy T-bone for everyone..but, there was one missing. I counted. He then handed me a plastic box of limp brown lettuce and said, "I know you women are always worried about your weight, so I got you a salad." He looked me up and down while he said it. It looked a week old and had a nice pack of diet dressing on top. Diet dressing. Yeah. My boyfriend became a chicken shit and hung his head, then walked off and found something to do. Only one of those men stood up for me and said his steak was way too big and he'd be more than happy to share with me. I'll stop now. I'll just tell you I thanked him, but, decided to go home. I took the GD dirt road too, fuck his GD shortcut. I stopped at McD's on the way back and ate two big mac, fries and a shake before I even hit the driveway. Then I watched tv with the girls. Listening to the men for an hour would have been interesting, 'specially the famous one, but, now I think it would have all been bullshit talk anyway. I will never forget how that man treated me and how it made me feel. This seems long and a lot of bitching about one meal, but, it wasn't the only time it happened. I got even by always welcoming this man into our home and treating him like family and feeding him well. Sometimes I think he was ashamed of himself, but, never stopped acting like an ass to me..and all women. I will also never forget that only one of those men spoke up for me. The great white hunters. Yeah. People wonder why I live alone. Don't wonder anymore. I can cook my own damn steak and I know what Eva Longoria is talking about. Don't judge me, middle aged bald spawn of shit, I will punch you these days. I may shoot you. You just never know.