February 24, 2005
mars & Venus
This one is from kim:
I'm not a blogger, but I just had to respond to your gender blog and I don't care if you don't read it, I am woman, hear me roar.
That whole Schwartzenegger/union thing has nothing to do with male/female perceptions or takes on shit. It is simply another example of self-esteem-challenged usually females unable to think for themselves or do for themselves within the current century. Similar to the self-esteem-challenged, or cerebrally dehanced thugs who keep the teamsters sorts of unions going.
At the core of it all, within the spirit, guys and gals are way more similar than different. Once you get past the trappings of gloss and flash and attitudes and shoes (well, excuse me, but don't fuck with me about shoes)and jobs and all of that unimportant stuff, you get down to actual caring, real empathic feeling, truly funny humor that is personal and keeping alive the love that winds around you and yours.
Poseurness won't keep anyone alive, metaphorically or literally.
My only question is.... why can't I fuck with you about shoes?
Yow! Well, slap my garters. Here I am at work trying to maintain what feeble brain function I can and coordinate crud and on and on, and I come here and, well, Gee. I am honored you felt it okay to post.
Shoes. Mmmm. Shoes. I have a decided shoes jones, especially lately. It's definitely a girl thing. Maybe it's like the gun thing. I don't know. But, if I'm in a shoe buying mode, you best get out of my way. I actually bought 7 pairs the other day. Not that we're funneling money for college tuition or taxes or anything...
I snuck them into my closet, which is stupid, because my hub has never harassed me about any spending. But, I mean, 7. Some might call that excessive.
But not me.
Two pairs were actually on sale. So I saved money. Really.
Women have feelings, which you try not to hurt, because then you'll feel guilty. Men have *fragile male egos*, which a woman should damage if she possibly can, because that's empowering.
By golly I stomp on male egos any chance I get.
Seriously, there are evil blood-sucking female stompers out there, who are probably much more calculating than any of the badboys who blithely go along screwing whomever they can.
Anyway, destroying anyone's ego, unless it's from a pompous, over-educated jerk in a position of authority directly over me, is not a goodly thing to do. And I've only done that in my head.
I can dream.
Stomp ME, darlin'---with a pair of those new shoes!!!
If you paint your toenails red, I might like it.
Hah! You'd have to put up with a melony sort of hue for the beginning of spring. I must ease into red after my lilywhite winterness.
The kitten heels would only hurt a teensy tiny bit. And not leave any sue-worthy marks, I'm sure.