...involves a blunt-edged sword.
I thought about this just now, listening to a TV show The Blondster was watching while I was in the kitchen, around the corner from her.
So I hear the guy on the show saying something like...Oh, Blah Blah Girl, I realize now, I'm ready to make a commitment. I am. I am!
And she answers him back...Oh yeah, NOW you're ready, now that I'm about to spend the summer in Paris, you're finally ready?
And Bozo Boy says to her...Yes. Yes, that's right. I'm ready! I love you, Blah Blah Girl!
(Insert Robin doing her inner puke sound about here.)
So I stuck my head around the corner and I said to The Blondster...so, is she still going to Paris?
Yes, said The Blondster.
So I said, Well, that's damn a good thing, because I'd tell that idiot freakin' guy to bite my ass if he didn't like it.
Whereupon The Blondster rolled her eyes and said Yeah, Mom, I know, I know. Girl Power.
Now I only hope it sticks, that Girl Power of hers.
Friday, February 27, 2009
My version of feminism...
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Don't worry. You're rubbing off on her. She'll never take even a little shit from any guy.
She won't even take shit from you. I can't see that any guy has a chance ;)
I agree with sylvia.
Though she may take some shit from a guy for a little bit, it won't take long before she takes a step back and says Now this looks familiar and then whacks him over the head for being a dolt.
Either that or she'll find the perfect guy for her since she's so well balanced and she won't have to put up with any shit. Not only will he be ready to make a commitment, he'll be happy to take her to the airport and pick her up when she gets back.
Love this post. I figure she's not going to fall for a line like that, at least! Emotional blackmail, bleh.
The way I heard that dialogue is:
"I'm going to Paris"
"What? You have a mind if your own? I don't like this. What can say to make you do what I want? I know! I love you, I'm ready for a commitment. That should do it, women always fall for that shit."
"Funny you're only coming out with this now. What you really mean is I want to own and control you. Well tough shit I'm going to Paris."
The problem is it takes years of practice to hear what people mean instead of what they say. Blondster might roll her eyes but she's benefitting from your years of experience and her bullshit radar is probably years ahead of the rest of us at her age. So don't worry - she's just telling you she's got it!
If you need your ass biting, Paris is the place to be.
Too many poodles.
Whirl, you were very brave to step into 'girl territory', my friend.
Ass bites and all!
Hey, I love it when chicks get feisty...
I'm just happy your sword has a blunt edge. But it's very interesting that you would pick such a phallic visual to describe your "feminism." Hmm. I wonder what Freud would say.
[ducks and runs like hell for the exit, hoping feminism does not include a .38 caliber as well as a blunt edged sword... or a poodle]
Ah, Pete. Being stabbed with a dull, rusty blade is so much more painful and dangerous than a nice clean sword with a razor sharp edge.
Besides it requires a bit more force to use the dull one and that is a good way to vent my anger.
Not sure if Robin views this the same way though. You might get a less bloodthirsty answer from her.
Ha!
You three just kill me!
ril, you just using the word 'chicks' made me laugh out loud. Thank God JB wasn't home. I wouldn't wanna haveta explain that (well, you see, JB, there's this wildly bright guy...no, I don't know his name...no, I don't know...no, ummmm. But he said 'chicks', get it? Get it? I mean, he was kidding, but even so, what a hoot? Get it?
Pete, I swear I can't wait to meet you and Mrs. Pete - it's gonna be so much fun. And no worres. I don't have a poodle, though I do have a mad cat!
And bingo, Sarah, honey! You win.
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