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"I... I LIVE! But I don't feel so hot..."
Feb. 14th, 2005 02:32 pmI must repost this, courtesy of BB. So horrible, yet funny: "Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals."
Hee hee. :) Anyway, as you may have guessed, I'm back at work. Mostly okay. Sounding less croaky. Golf claps. ;p
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Interesting social commentary: my officemates and I all seem to agree that we are almost never asked out or picked up on by guys in our own age group. It could probably be said that the three of us represent a pretty good variety of aesthetics in terms of physical attractiveness. (as in, we're cute, but in ways that aren't similar to each other) Yet, the only men that seem to bother trying, with any of us, are much older men, or guys who appear to be homeless or generally skeevy, or who otherwise appear to have nothing in particular to lose.
See, tradition dictates that the man approaches the woman when he wants to pursue her in a non-platonic context. It's true that society is moving away from that notion, but there are probably still a significant number of women today who feel that they have to wait for their intended to do the asking. There's probably an even greater number of women who are just not bold enough to do the asking themselves, even though they logically know that doing so doesn't automatically make her a floozy.
Take my incredibly limited dating history, for instance (in no particular order):
( Six successful cases )
So, yeah, that's not a very good ratio of bold, traditional boys. The very last one in the list is the only one that seems to strongly fit in with the traditional mold. And for at least 4 of those 6 instances, I was the absolute worst kind of coward when it came to interacting with boys I was actually interested in, so the fact that a big sissy like me has picked up or asked out that large a percentage of them is probably saying something about today's male.
I'm also of the belief that geeky/nerdy boys are more sensitive and more timid than your average frat rat or yuppie-in-training, which may be a factor in this sampling. But, that's another rant for another time. :)
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Foofy girly crap follows!
The time for blue hair streaks is near, I can feel it! :O Either that, or I'm chopping my hair off again. Or maybe both. Maybe. I think I'm starting to understand why soccer moms and other busy women tend to keep their hair short, because my long hair is getting to be awfully high-maintenance, as of late. I don't remember it being this time-consuming when I was younger! Maybe I'm just getting old. Or impatient. Or both.
But yeah, blue hair, to match my cheapo blue silks for Collegiates! I'm thinking that for Berkeley, I'll get pink silks and have hair to match, because it seems fun. And pink streaks would be smokin' on my head. I always loudly declare that I hate pink, so I'll confuse the masses by wearing it! :O But no, seriously, I have learned in recent months that a nice, mauve-y pink is acceptable, and even mildly flattering, so I guess I'm going with it.
But I still hate the hypercute, fluffy, barfy sort of pink. You know, just so we're clear. ;pppp
I will now post the following, because I am a meme lemming. (cue mindless stroll off the edge of a nearby cliff)
( LJ Friends Collage )
Wow, do I need to shrink my friends list. (yeah, as if that's going to happen ;p)
Anyway, I'm off!
Hee hee. :) Anyway, as you may have guessed, I'm back at work. Mostly okay. Sounding less croaky. Golf claps. ;p
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Interesting social commentary: my officemates and I all seem to agree that we are almost never asked out or picked up on by guys in our own age group. It could probably be said that the three of us represent a pretty good variety of aesthetics in terms of physical attractiveness. (as in, we're cute, but in ways that aren't similar to each other) Yet, the only men that seem to bother trying, with any of us, are much older men, or guys who appear to be homeless or generally skeevy, or who otherwise appear to have nothing in particular to lose.
See, tradition dictates that the man approaches the woman when he wants to pursue her in a non-platonic context. It's true that society is moving away from that notion, but there are probably still a significant number of women today who feel that they have to wait for their intended to do the asking. There's probably an even greater number of women who are just not bold enough to do the asking themselves, even though they logically know that doing so doesn't automatically make her a floozy.
Take my incredibly limited dating history, for instance (in no particular order):
( Six successful cases )
So, yeah, that's not a very good ratio of bold, traditional boys. The very last one in the list is the only one that seems to strongly fit in with the traditional mold. And for at least 4 of those 6 instances, I was the absolute worst kind of coward when it came to interacting with boys I was actually interested in, so the fact that a big sissy like me has picked up or asked out that large a percentage of them is probably saying something about today's male.
I'm also of the belief that geeky/nerdy boys are more sensitive and more timid than your average frat rat or yuppie-in-training, which may be a factor in this sampling. But, that's another rant for another time. :)
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Foofy girly crap follows!
The time for blue hair streaks is near, I can feel it! :O Either that, or I'm chopping my hair off again. Or maybe both. Maybe. I think I'm starting to understand why soccer moms and other busy women tend to keep their hair short, because my long hair is getting to be awfully high-maintenance, as of late. I don't remember it being this time-consuming when I was younger! Maybe I'm just getting old. Or impatient. Or both.
But yeah, blue hair, to match my cheapo blue silks for Collegiates! I'm thinking that for Berkeley, I'll get pink silks and have hair to match, because it seems fun. And pink streaks would be smokin' on my head. I always loudly declare that I hate pink, so I'll confuse the masses by wearing it! :O But no, seriously, I have learned in recent months that a nice, mauve-y pink is acceptable, and even mildly flattering, so I guess I'm going with it.
But I still hate the hypercute, fluffy, barfy sort of pink. You know, just so we're clear. ;pppp
I will now post the following, because I am a meme lemming. (cue mindless stroll off the edge of a nearby cliff)
( LJ Friends Collage )
Wow, do I need to shrink my friends list. (yeah, as if that's going to happen ;p)
Anyway, I'm off!
