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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.
I've lived amongst Eastern European men and women for oh, 3 years or so, and I agree. Both men and women are very forthright, in ways that don't fly for Western Europeans/Americans. I definitely think it's a cultural distinction.
I finally posted most of my journals of the past few months on my website, and just put new baby pictures up in the Mallory Gallery [link]
I could link without comment, but where's the fun in that? I have to say, TomKat is providing some of the funnest snark in gossip rags. Beats Brad and Angelina, and J-Lo and whoever hands down.
I wonder why I know so few (can't think of any) eastern European women.
That is amusing.
As I said in my journal: S-C-H-A-D-E-N-F-R-E-U-D-E! It's kind of cathartic.
NSM for Czechs, which I imagine sarameg will confirm. The Praguers in particular are extremely contained unless drunk.
Although a Moravian complimented my birthing hips, so I got that going for me.
Also, I just got sworn in to the New York Bar a year late.
Yeah, I'd say that sounds about right, though bon's experience is pretty much my experience of Russian men, where stoicism gives way to weepy sentimentality with the application of vodka.
Yay! Why late?
The Praguers in particular are extremely contained unless drunk.
And so freaking quiet on public transit.
I wonder if it has to do with recent history. They were cranky. Deception and secrets and being inobtrusive were kinda a big theme for a good while there. Plus just being prime drive-through real estate whenever some dictator got hungry.
I must admit, I'd never really thought about it at the time, but you are right, bon. I went to Spain in the middle of my time there and was mentally shrieking most of the time because every.single.human was invading my space and touching me and leaning on me and uhhhng!
Of course, the Russians/Ukrainians I met in the USSR were similarly loud and touchy.
Congrats, bon.
I caught myself crooning "Feed me, Seymour!" at my desk a little bit ago, and decided that I probably should go do that.
In conclusion? Bacon is the bestest thing ever.