God:  Who hath grazed from the tree of knowledge?
Adam: Someone ate from the tree?
God:  The tree of knowledge.
Adam: Yeah, wow. Uh... that's just... wow. I don't know what to say.
God:  Do you know something about it?
Adam: Well, I did notice something the other day, but...
God:  But what?
Adam: Never mind. I shouldn't have said anyting; you probably wouldn't be interested anyway.
God:  C'mon, tell me! You have to tell me, you can't do that!
Adam: Do what?
God:  Say you know a secret and not tell me! Just give me a hint.
Adam: Well, okay. Now, I'm not saying Eve ate the apple, but let's just sat the she has been talking to Satan alot lately.
God:  Get out!
Adam: Yep. They've been talking about lots of things. Temptation, bearing false witness, possibly fruit. Oops, here she comes.
Eve:  Hey, guys.
Adam: Hey, Eve. So did you hear about the tree of knowledge?
Eve:  No, what about it?
Adam: Someone ate from the tree.
Eve:  What? That's terrible. Any idea who did it?
Adam: No idea, do you know anything?
Eve:  This is the first time I've heard about it.
God:  Don't make this difficult. I know you've been talking to Satan.
Eve:  I don't know what you're talking about. Who told you that?
God:  I have my sources.
Eve:  I swear to -- you -- that i did'nt eat the apple!
Adam: Listen, God, I have a confession to make: I ate the apple.
God:  That's very nice of you, Adam, but you don't have to defend her. You've been a great help already.
Eve:  Adam, what did you tell him?
Adam: I don't want to get involved. This is between you two.
God:  Just come clean and we can move on.
Eve:  It wasn't me!
God:  Then who?
Eve:  I don't know! Jesus!
God:  Oh c'mon now, he hasn't even been born yeat, that's the best you can come up with?
Eve:  No, not Jesus the proper noun, I meant like "Jesus!" the exclamation.
God:  Now you're being facetious. I'm tired of playing these games. Since you won't fess up, I have no choice but to damn your gender.
Eve:  But--
God:  Damned.
Eve:  Adam, tell him!
Adam: I'd like to help you out, Eve, honest, but my hands are tied on this.
God:  You can start by making seventy-five cents for every dollar a man makes.

And that's how Eve fucked it up for the entire female gender, thanks in part to Adam's clever pioneering of the instrument of blame.