Poker night is fun. I am fortunate enough to frequently be invited to the guys’ games in spite of lacking a dopple and danglers of my own, and I feel like I should share a few things with all the ladies worried that when their men play poker games decorum be damned. You’re mostly right. Put 3+ guys in a room together and talk will turn to boobs, strip clubs, explosions, farts, or politics. In that order. Someone will drink until they puke or pass out. That person will likely be violated in some way. And yet, a group of men is far less likely to repulse me than is a group of women. The shit girls are willing to yap about! Ladies, and I use the word quite loosely, the reason you’re never invited to guys’ night out is because the boys don’t want to hear about your transformation from “female” to “water-bearing, pissed off, cramped-up, girlzilla” once a month. For that matter, I don’t want to hear about it either.