I thought this was pretty funny.
It captures one of the classic ideas of Mars and Venus relationships and takes it to the extreme.
I think it’s a reminder to all of us about falling in love in with our supposed insights into ourselves. What may start as something that supports us in our individuality easily just becomes a piece of schtick what Eric Berne would call a wooden leg.
Whatever notions we hold in our head about who we are and how life works, it’s ridiculously easy to filter the evidence to confirm them, instead of being awake to what’s actually happening in the moment.
My own version of this is usually signalled whenever I explain that I’m an introvert. There may be some general pattern that supports that view, but it so easily becomes just an excuse to stay stuck when a more playful approach would serve better.