We have to apply sex to everything.
Eh? I hear you say.
OK then, I'll tell you. I came in from work, chilled and chatted to my wife before she went to bed. She's off to work early whilst I can faff about in the mornings. So, at this late hour I wander on to the web and see what fun I can have; often with a drink at my side.
I had a drink tonight.....well a couple actually, and whilst ambling downstairs to get the second Bacardi and Coke - feeling decadent tonight - I saw a little spider scampering across the floor.
Tiny he was. Sorry....tiny SHE was.
Which?
Well, I for one don't know how to sex a spider but if I referred to the spider as an 'it' it would sound so impersonal. It didn't fit the occasion, that of a little creature scurrying across the floor.
The spider wasn't an 'it'. So what was he, she or whatever?
The failings of language eh?
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