Men: Nature's SatNav

I spent a couple of hours wandering around Meadowhall today and a thought struck me which I professed to my Mrs. Her response suggested it was a blogworthy point. Presenting my scientifically-qualified question:

1) Two men are walking towards one another in a busy street. Without even looking at each other, they managed to pass without so much as brushing shoulders.

2) A man and a woman approach each other. The man analyses the situation, creates the passable space and they (usually) manage to avoid contact.

3) Two women approach each other. Carnage. Chaos. Bedlam.

Ergo:

Why are women so utterly useless at walking past each other in public places?

I really can't understand it. On more occasions than I can recall today, two women did that awkward joint apology because they'd got in each other's way. I myself had a couple of apologies from women who got in my way, despite my best efforts to avoid them. They seem to be wired wrongly, to the point that their spatial and directional awareness is practically nil. What I found most surprising was their seemingly aimless wandering which leads to these collisions. As red-jumpered mock-Scouser Neil Buchanan once quipped, "Try it yourself": next time you're in a busy street or shopping centre, watch how many women barrel into each other. Once you get good at it, you'll be able to predict collisions in advance, and watch in amazement as they amble towards each other seemingly oblivious to their pending doom. Absolutely insane.

That said, they look good and often smell nice, and they're soft to the touch, so just lay off 'em, alright?