Venus is Fallon Hudson
IT'S funny becuase I always thought women were the theatrical types.
Maybe it is just me, but I think this is just a tad over dramatic. I don't think women become the not so silent victims.
When it comes to NRL, I used to follow the code, especially when I lived in Townsville.
Yes, I followed the Cowboys, so don't hold that against me.
To be honest, it wouldn't really phase me if I got some uninterrupted time on my own while the fellas watch overpaid footballers give each other sneaky bum taps after a try.
In saying that I have always been the type of girl who loves to watch a good game of football, but I have to agree that I don't check scores on my phone or watch every game over the weekend.
I think women actually relish the days and nights when the footy is broadcast.
it gives them some sweet relief, having their own uninterrupted 'me time', which is sometimes lost when you are in a relationship.
It is important to have your own time.
It is also a time where men can learn how to open a packet of corn chips and salsa dip, which is a handy skill to have when your partner isn't in the kitchen, but out competing in a sport that women are good at - shoe shopping.
Mars is Zane Jackson
Football widows. We all know one. My wife is one and my mum is one too.
It's that time of the year when footy widows are created.
It's a glorious time for us blokes - finally, after a long summer off (exacerbated by our miserable Ashes campaign) the AFL and NRL are back on our screens.
If we're not checking the TV guides to see what games we can watch or go to on a Friday, Saturday, Sunday and now Monday nights, we're listening to it on the radio or checking scores on our phones.
While it's great for us, our girlfriends and wives become the not-so-silent victims.
They turn into footy widows.
I'm just here to say that we earn the right to watch footy throughout the year.
The stuff we put up with more than adds up to us having the household TV tuned to the footy for a few hours here and there on the weekend.
When you sneak some expensive moisturisers into the shopping trolley, it adds up.
When you spend more on a haircut in one sitting than us blokes do in six months, it adds up.
When you talk incessantly about boring things, like how your day was, it adds up.
So when your bloke wants to watch a live game for the third time that weekend, have some understanding.
Venus and Mars is a weekly humour column looking at the hilarious differences between men and women.
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