The difference between men & women

The great thing about long weekends is that you get time to do things you wouldn't normally get time to do on a regular weekend. In my part of the world, the first half of the calendar year is peppered with long weekends: Australia Day in January; Easter in March(ish); Anzac day in April; Adelaide Cup in May; Queen's B'day in June. Today is the day off for the Adelaide Cup (which is really a poor excuse for a public holiday, I readily admit on account of it being a horse race, and as national events go, it's a pretty second rate one at that. People pay more attention to the Melbourne cup and even that is a bit of a poor excuse to stay home. Come on... it's a fucking horse race!) But I digress, quite markedly in fact. You probably thought I was going to go on about horse races and occasions of National significance, when in fact what I set out to discuss was librarianism (or librarianship... sorry but I'm typing like a champion at the moment with next to no errors/backspaces so I'm not about to stop and look it up). So, as I was saying, on a public holiday, you get time to do things you wouldn't normally do and today, my wife set about rearranging the books on our main bookshelf. When we got the bookshelf, I diligently set about arranging the books as I thought they should be arranged. I did a lot of research on the internet and printed out a list of subject headings according to the Dewey Decimal System, and arranged the books accordingly. I took a little bit of satisfaction in doing this, as it meant that even the books that weren't mine (and I didn't really want to have on display) could be categorised according to my interpretation of where they fit within the headings. In practice, this meant I could put all the books on astrology, tarot and crystals not in the 500s (Sciences) but somewhere around the 130s (Paranormal and occult), which , to me at least, more accurately reflected their proper place in the general scheme of things. I also had a fiction section for all the soppy romance novels, meaning I could distinguish them from the likes of my Wodehouse, Waugh and Orwell, which sat (obviously) in the 820s (English & Old English Literature). But you know how it is. Time goes by, books get taken out, half read, left beside the bed for months and returned to wherever there's a free spot. And the whole Dewey thing went pretty much out the window. So today, C decided she'd arrange the books according to... you guessed it: height and colour of each book's spine. I dutifully rolled my eyes but gave my support in full knowledge that without the help of a part-time librarian, my Dewey scheme was largely dysfunctional and that this would help... when putting back a book, all you'd have to do is ask yourself "Now where are all the other orange books?" So while my guidebook to Paris made it in next to my large Collins French dictionary, the next two books in line are Secrets of Lost Empires and Understanding Astrology. The Oxford Companion to Music is next to a history on the Romanovs, and Rosamunde Pilcher is next to Sophocles (which is a bit of a stretch). She hasn't even kept works by the same author together. PJ O'Rourke has works appearing next to Fame in the 20th Century - Clive James; The Mill on the Floss - George Eliot; and Ayurveda for Women - Robert E. Svoboda. The formerly occult-based Crystal Handbook is now next to an Italian phrase book, which gives me visions of the following dialogue occuring:

Faccia venire l'ambulanza - Call an ambulance
Qualcuno è stato investito - someone has been run over
Ha delle quarzo? - Have you any quartz?

It's probably just as well my guidebook to Rome ended up next to the First Aid manual.