What is it with men and their speakers?

So, I've been cleaning house. Taking better care of myself (see Resolutions, below) means getting some of the stressors out. My number one stressor right now is the mounds and mounds and mounds of paperwork and junk that seem to plague my house.

I've been taking things to Goodwill. I like to rotate toys - Rachel and Jake have so much that they forget what they have and then they don't use it anymore. So I started a new rotation, and I needed space for some of the rotated items. I cleaned a few things out of the basement, and I came across a set of Jim's old speakers.

We've had these speakers for 12 years, and never once in the history of our marriage have they ever been set up. I tried to get rid of them a couple of times but Jim would grab them away from me, horrified.
J: Don't get rid of my speakers!
K: But honey, we aren't using them.

J: But they're really good speakers.
K: But...we're not using them. And they're really big.

J: I've had these speakers since college. And one time some girl {I'm sure he named a name, but I forget who} dropped one and nearly broke it when I was moving. I don't even like you holding them.
K: {Getting a little peevish} Well da$%, Jim. It wasn't me that dropped them. AND WE AREN'T USING THEM.

J: We're keeping them. I might need them. I'll sell them or something.
K: {Scowl} Great. Fine.

He did try to sell them once. He had them out at a garage sale and the price was marked so high that no one would ever pay it. And these were pretty big speakers. Who wants to pay for big speakers anymore? They get better sound quality out of tiny ones now.

I just don't see the point in hanging on to giant speakers that we aren't using. And on the occasion listed above I foolishly started to say that I didn't see the point of a subwoofer either. I saw the look on his face and backed down on that one. (I can see the horror on my own father's face as he's reading this - he may not be handy, but he knows surround sound like it's his business, and I'd bet dollars to donuts he's got giant speakers stashed in their basement, too.)

I gave the speakers to Goodwill. I've tucked an Ariel Kitchen (no longer being used, near the point of destruction) nicely into that corner of the basement. The speakers were caked with dust from the renovation. I did feel a little twinge and wondered if he was watching as we cleaned them up to get them ready to go. But Jim, if you're reading and standing behind me with your fists clenched and your lips pressed together angrily, you'll also notice that we still have the subwoofer. I won't get rid of it. Although I have no idea what it does.