You Got Your Gender In My Ice Cream, or, Unfair To Mammoth Lovers

I’m irritated. I'd noticed something new at the grocery store: interesting ice cream flavors branded as "Mammoth Supply Company" with a cunning mammoth logo. At first glance, I thought that someone was marketing to us mammal paleontology lovers. Finally! A product for us after being neglected so long in favor of dinosaurs, not that dinosaur lovers don’t deserve nice things, but that they get all of them.

 

But no, turns out, if I buy these, I’m supposed to be a man. Eating “real man food.” In a manly fashion, presumably with both fists. Because, heavens, surely women don't like things that aren't chocolate or fruit-flavored!

Harrrumph. I'll just keep my money in my pocket and go gnaw on some mammoth bones, maybe use one of them to knock out a nice guy and drag him back to my cave.