But if you are a famous person, you should expect slightly unusual reactions from strangers. 15 seconds of friendliness can go a long way - especially when you are a sort of B-list star and not Angelina Jolie or something.
Xander: Just once I'd like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. Anya: Great. Thank you very much for those nightmares.
'Sleeper'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Stephanie - Jan 10, 2005 2:03:23 pm PST #4486 of 10002
Trust my rage
DXMachina - Jan 10, 2005 2:06:18 pm PST #4487 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Maybe she was having a bad day.
Scrappy - Jan 10, 2005 2:07:03 pm PST #4488 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I think Ms. Barton would have enjoy talking to P-C, so it's her loss. I would also guess that P-C, being a nice fellow, has no idea how much stalky stuff most women deal with on a regular basis and how gunshy it makes us. When I used to teach sex-ed, I would ask how many of the students (this was 8th graders) had been followed or propositioned in a creepy way. Every time ALL the girls raised their hands, while none of the boys did. And this was 13-year-olds. By the time most women get to be 21, they have a long list of events like guys following them through malls or rubbing against them in movie theaters or staring at them across a library or other creepy stuff. Makes us hyperaware.
Allyson - Jan 10, 2005 2:10:07 pm PST #4489 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
By the time I was 13, so many men had pulled their penises out of their pants when I was doing my paper route, that it didn't mean anything anymore. It wasn't scary or weird after awhile. It wasn't until I was much older that I realized how sick it was.
I was just always like, "ew."
P.M. Marc - Jan 10, 2005 2:13:14 pm PST #4490 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
By the time most women get to be 21, they have a long list of events like guys following them through malls or rubbing against them in movie theaters or staring at them across a library or other creepy stuff. Makes us hyperaware.
Oh, hell yeah.
Damn it, I had something else to say, but now I forgot.
Scrappy - Jan 10, 2005 2:13:32 pm PST #4491 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I remember being stopped by a flasher in a parked car in NYC who asked me through the open window "Do you want to see my dick?" at which point years of waspy upbringing kicked in and I said, "No, thank you." very brightly and kept walking.
Polter-Cow - Jan 10, 2005 2:14:14 pm PST #4492 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Geez, men suck.
ChiKat - Jan 10, 2005 2:14:55 pm PST #4493 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
By the time most women get to be 21, they have a long list of events like guys following them through malls or rubbing against them in movie theaters or staring at them across a library or other creepy stuff. Makes us hyperaware.
Yep. couldn't agree more.
By the time I was 13, so many men had pulled their penises out of their pants when I was doing my paper route
This, however?? Note to self: if you ever have a daughter, she is not allowed to have a paper route.
Scrappy - Jan 10, 2005 2:16:36 pm PST #4494 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Well, it's tough on the vast bunch of really nice guys out there, who just want to chat with a person without being treated to the cold shoulder.
Stephanie - Jan 10, 2005 2:17:58 pm PST #4495 of 10002
Trust my rage
When I was growing up, we had this local town phone book that listed the father's name, then his wife, and then kids and their ages. (Looking back I can't believe this, but anyway...)
One evening, when I was probably 8 or so, I answered the phone and this guy started asking me questions. The only one I remember clearly was whether I had hair between my legs and whether my mom did. My parents were really bothered by this and had our names taken out of the book. At the time, I was more bothered by their reactions since I had no hair between my legs and couldn't see why anyone would care.
Looking back now - creepy.