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It's the "don't be a damned fool" that just killed me. Oh. My. Fan-tastic.

Was Hemingway in here?

Snerk.

I don't think I'm anywhere close to getting the hang of Hemingway. So, I'll just do more of what I seem to be good at, the overblown adverbs.

Just The Way You Look, Tonight

Oh, the pain! The pain of it all!

How can one man survive the pinpoints of despair that pierce the brain and heart? What aching shards of agonizing regret is there to rue?

Oh, pain, hurt me not so grievously!

If only I had spoken falsely. If I’d spoken sweet words of deception and turned her wrath, what surcease!

But I told. And the pain! Oh, the pain!

Nothing can save me now! I’m doomed to eternal torment, bound to the rocks with vultures to tear my skin and pierce my flesh.

“No, dear, it doesn’t make you look fat.”

muHA!

(tangent) You know, I've never quite understood why anyone would ask whether something looked shitty and then been upset with a truthful answer. If I ask that question, I expect a truthdul answer.

How did that stereotype get started? Does anyone know?

Not a clue, Deb. I'm sure it's been around since cavemen first started wearing animal skins.

I'm sure it's been around since cavemen first started wearing animal skins.

Yes, but that presupposes that some cavewoman put on a mastodon miniskirt, asked if she looked fat in it, was told yes, and then beaned Thag with a sabre tooth jawbone or something.

My real bewilderment is at the idea that it got started because some women prefer to be lied to. Dude. Do I want to go out in something that makes me look like a tuba in stilettos? IOW, if I wanted to be lied to, why would I ask?

Never mind. I'm a freak, possibly.

Do I want to go out in something that makes me look like a tuba in stilettos? IOW, if I wanted to be lied to, why would I ask?

Because some women have absolutely no judgement about what looks good on them. They buy the most godawful stuff and then seek reassurance that they made the right choice. Personally, I tell the truth. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't have asked me.

I tell the truth if the questioner and I are in her room trying to decide what she should wear. I lie if we're about to walk into the party and it's too late to change anything.

Because some women have absolutely no judgement about what looks good on them.

That part, I get.

They buy the most godawful stuff and then seek reassurance that they made the right choice.

That part, I missed. If they know their judgment sucks - and I assume they have some clue about it, since they're asking for reassurance - wouldn't they take someone they trusted shopping with them in the first place?

Personally, I tell the truth. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't have asked me.

So do I. But I'm a whole nother deal from asking the man she supposedly trusts to not let her make a fool of herself by wearing something that looks like ass on toast points in public, and then punishing him for doing precisely that.

Do a lot of women do that? When did it become a stereotype? I'm puzzled by it, and I do mean puzzled.

I tell the truth if the questioner and I are in her room trying to decide what she should wear. I lie if we're about to walk into the party and it's too late to change anything.

Yes, I get that - but see above. You aren't her soul mate and the man she trusts to not lie to her.

I'm confused.