The Fredösphere

If you hang around dog shows much you will notice that women breeders predominate until you get to the highest, most competitive levels, after which the men come out of the woodwork and clean up.  Women breed dogs for lots of reasons, many of which have to do with -- of all things -- a love for dogs.  Men mostly just want to gain status and see their competitors crushed.  If one finds he can't, he'll likely get bored and move on to something else.

It is in that spirit that I present the manly approach to rose gardening.


Look at this white Moonstone rose I grew, for example.  Yes, Chan, I'm talking to you!  Note the perfection of its form.  Know that it possesses more delicate pink "stenciled" coloration around the edge of the petals than my lousy digital camera can show (a camera obviously designed by low-status males).  It proves I waft gracefully and charmingly (abeit in a manly way) through rows of perfect pampered specimens.  Truly, Chan, can you claim any rose of yours is superior to this one?  I!  Doubt!  It!


Next, consider my slime mold.  Chan, do you have a slime mold as magnificent as this?   I!  Think!  Not!