And we’re all talking, talking, talking and it makes me think about something my mum always says, which is that her favourite thing about women is their ability to chat. The sheer endurance of it is impressive even when taken on its own, but the quality deserves praise too. It’s so much more artful than the way men tend to communicate. Instead of short, sharp snippets of banter, making fun of a friend’s shit haircut or commenting on the good contact made when they slap the back of the other’s ‘pan head’, everything roams and spirals, turns down unexpected corners.
