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Net Humour: Computer gender


A language instructor was explaining to her class that nouns in
French, unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically
designated as masculine or feminine.

"House," in French, is feminine - "la maison."

"Pencil," in French, is masculine - "le crayon."

One puzzled student asked, "What gender is computer?"

The teacher did not know, and the word wasn't in her French dictionary.

So for fun she split the class into two groups appropriately enough by
gender and asked them to decide whether "computer" should be a
masculine or feminine noun.

Both groups were required to give four reasons for their recommendation.
The boys decided that computers should definitely be of the feminine
gender ("la computer"), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is
incomprehensible to everyone else.

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for
possible later retrieval.

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending
half your salary on accessories for it.

The girls said that computers should be masculine ("le computer") because:
1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.

2. They have a lot of data but they are still clueless.

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time
they ARE the problem.

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realise that if you'd waited a
little longer, you could have gotten a better model.



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