'The Girl in Question'
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 thought at first that by Interpol, you meant the band and wondered what the problem was.
Interpol the band is welcome to chat me up. My past treatment at international border crossings leads me to believe that Interpol the organization has been circulating my description.
"Incredibly hot woman standing at an angle that clearly demonstrates her immunity to gravity"?
anyone other than a very close friend and/or my brother who attempts to engage me in any way while I am crying will meet my VERY LOUD self with extra rage as a free bonus. Seriously? What the hell is wrong with people?
These women had the best of intentions, even if I didn't appreciate them. Without going into too much detail, I didn't want to piss them off because I didn't know who they were.
the road to annoying me can very well be paved with good intentions. ijs.
Anybody who asked me to pray would receive a request that they hand over their underwear forthwith. I have discovered, when trying to explain why religious intrusivism is so uncomfortable, that equating religion with underwear works very well.
Sure, you might let your best friend wear your bra. Your SO might like to see you in a particular thong. But if a total stranger walked up to you and started offering you his/her underpants, you would think that person was a frightening weirdo, and you would be right.
And that is why metaphors are good.
wha huh
I have discovered, when trying to explain why religious intrusivism is so uncomfortable, that equating religion with underwear works very well.
Between this and the underpants gnomes I think many of Nutty's metaphors start with underwear. IJS.
I once worked at a job in a Catholic hospital. When I handed in my two week notice (after the boss totally screwed me on vacation days she owed to me) a co-worker told me that the boss was holding prayer sessions during the days when I wasn't there to pray I would stay. When I said my final goodbye to her, and she admitted that she'd prayed I would change my mind, I told her, "God and I both say 'No.'"
I totally did not make up the underpants gnomes. You will have to blame someone else for that piece of brilliance that I just happened to glom onto.
I mean, I enjoy the word "underpants," the way I enjoy words like "bloviate" and "mendacity" and "illumination," but the coincidence of my own metaphor and the underpants gnomes is merely coincidence.
My metaphor does not make any sense unless it is about underwear; therefore, I propose that the underpants gnomes become sock gnomes.