Ha! Thought that would get you! You're all already shaking your head in the cross-body fashion, aren't ya? I love my husband but I don’t think he really knows his age. He’s a total sports junky (aren’t they all?) and plays a lot of basketball. I like that. It’s good. It keeps him in shape and lets him blow off some steam after work. However, within the past two months it also sent him to the Urgent Care Clinic. The first time, he went up for a lay-up and landed on his foot wrong and tore a tendon. Not much you can do but ice it and elevate it. But last night, after a long day at work, I’m on my way home sitting in traffic and my phone rings. A sheepish man (my husband) on the other end says, “I’m on my way to the hospital right now, again.”

“What? You’re kidding!” I shout.

Nope. Again, he was going for the basket, but this time he catches an elbow in his face and splits it open just below his eye. He’s in the emergency room for 6 ½ hours and finally gets home at 12:30 a.m. with his face glued shut and his eye swollen.

So here’s my question. Why do men remain SO competitive their entire lives while as women we figure out what’s worth fighting for and what’s better left alone? I’m not saying that we don’t like a little competition every now and then, but we prefer to all work in harmony toward a mutual goal rather than competing with each other.

I think that’s why I like the concept of BeJane.com so much – it’s all about women helping each other reach a mutual goal of self empowerment through creating environments that are unique and personal to them. And we’re there to help out a girlfriend. I wonder what type of competitive spin guys would put on it?