public service announcement
Jan. 30th, 2003 06:11 pmNow I'm not one of those heartless bitches who puts down other women to build herself up, but honest to god I have more in common with my surly football-watching, trent-coat-wearing, Jack-Daniels-drinking, DJ-Assault-listening housemate than 99% of "women" I meet. (The fact that he and I go to the same hair salon only adds to this.) I'm not exactly sure why this is - I suppose part of it has to do with upbringing and socialization (having exactly zero-one female friends growing up and all), but it is so. OK, I bleed and have tits, hormones mix similarly in me as they do in other girls, but I'm a duck raised by chickens. I don't really know how to swim.
The point of all this is that I don't spend money on my shampoo, and I'm the last person you want to ask for advice about women. Unless you like hearing the Gospel According to Steve Stifler, which is what I'll consult if someone asks me. Oh sure, first I'll say "Well if I were in that situation, I'd do X", but that won't help because 90% of women are doing Y. But after that I put on my "jerk women love" mask, or sometimes skip straight to it. Either way it's not really something you couldn't have gotten on your own. I mean I CAN give relationship advice, just like human to human, but anytime someone says "You're a girl, what do YOU think?" I pretty much say "She sounds like a fucking bitch."
The point of all this is that I don't spend money on my shampoo, and I'm the last person you want to ask for advice about women. Unless you like hearing the Gospel According to Steve Stifler, which is what I'll consult if someone asks me. Oh sure, first I'll say "Well if I were in that situation, I'd do X", but that won't help because 90% of women are doing Y. But after that I put on my "jerk women love" mask, or sometimes skip straight to it. Either way it's not really something you couldn't have gotten on your own. I mean I CAN give relationship advice, just like human to human, but anytime someone says "You're a girl, what do YOU think?" I pretty much say "She sounds like a fucking bitch."
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Date: 2003-01-30 06:46 pm (UTC)danke
Date: 2003-01-31 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-31 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-31 06:19 am (UTC)Then this morning, J comes in the bathroom and asks the most dreaded question ever: "does this shirt go with these pants?"
Fuck, I don't know. You're a big boy. And besides, the pants looked green-ish to me; he said they were tan. So I'm obviously not the one to ask.
As for advice on women, there are too many I just want to smack the shit out of due to their attitudes, so I just try to stay out of any conversation like that.
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Date: 2003-01-31 09:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-31 10:12 am (UTC)Like this morning. When I was asked, I was attempting to determine color from the crappy light in the bathroom. If it had been the bare 60-watt bulb in the closed, I would have been better (this is also why I pick clothes out in the morning, then start the whole "morning bathroom process").
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Date: 2003-02-01 12:28 am (UTC)