Why can't a man be more like a woman?

I've decided that the real problem with men is that they don't think like women. I've proven to myself today that when I put my mind to it, I can do things that most women would defer to a man. Today I received a replacement battery for my iPod Mini. I like my iPod Mini, but the battery on it died a long time ago. I begged DH to just change the battery, but he couldn't be bothered, saying that it was just better to buy a new iPod. Well I rejected that idea, and went ahead and ordered myself the replacement battery kit (came with instructions and a little tool to pry it open). Anyway, I've now got a working iPod Mini with a brand new lease on life. Go me! And that was for only $26 (paid for the 2 day FedEx shipping, vs 150+ for a new iPod.

Moreover, DH has also failed to think like a woman, and that had made me very, very angry. He can almost do it... he even says that the things I wish he would think about he did indeed think of, he just didn't think them all the way through. There's no explanation of why he didn't follow that logical line of thinking (like hm, Erika probably wouldn't want to spend the first two nights in the UK on some smelly borrowed air mattress on itchy sheets with crummy pillows in an otherwise empty house; she might like to be in a nice comfortable bed in a hotel room instead, where breakfast will be served rather than cobbled together and all the conveniences of our modern era are right at hand). He just stops at "well, I won't mind, so Erika probably won't."

Why do men stop at "probably?" Or "maybe?" Or "Should I?" It's as if they think that initial thought, which begs a thorough examination of the possibilities, ramifications, and unintended consequences before choosing a course of action, and rather than taking the time to think it all the way through, they just stop and default to whatever their preference is. There's a whole world of unexplored thoughts and considerations that men never dare enter.

It's puzzling. Prof. Higgens definitely had his song backwards, but is the perfect portrayal of what happens when a man pursues a course of action without thinking of all the consequences for all the affected parties. Poor Eliza. Poor Erika.