Since Valentine’s Day, we’ve had a giant box of chocolates sitting in our office, which my colleagues have been eating throughout the day. Watching them, I’m fascinated by the difference in male and female chocolate-eating styles:

Girls carefully survey the box, select the ideal looking chocolate, and then take a small bite to verify the quality of the filling. If it passes muster, they’ll continue to eat it in small bites.

Guys, conversely, grab the nearest chocolate, pop the whole thing in their mouth, and then curse out the filling (“What the fuck is this? Coconut? This tastes like crap!”) before swallowing it down.

It makes me proud to be a man.