I wonder how often our lovely Buffista guys feel like they're walking on landmines.

I don't want to be a bitch, but I guess I'm going to be one anyway.

If a guy -- Buffista or no -- assumes that he knows what it's like to be a woman, that he knows better than I do (although I'm actually the gender in question) what cultural standards apply to women, well, I'm going to be cranky about it.

Somehow, when the old Italian men in my neighborhood flirt with me and beg for a smile, I don't mind. I find it charming, in fact. Which is odd, because I will cheerfully murderize anyone else who tells me to smile.

Women, of course, are supposed to be naturally cheerful and friendly.

Or at least decorative. Bleagh.

And if you're decorative, you're supposed to be grateful for the attention, no matter how obnoxious it is.

Oh, my god, the legs. CLOSE YOUR DAMN LEGS.

Oh gods yes. I don't give up an inch on the seat/armrest if I don't have to.

I knew what you were saying. I was trying to make the leetle joke, but of course without your being able to see my face, it didn't come across.

Ooops. I over-helped. t /Willow

I got Jesse's leetle joke.

I wonder how often our lovely Buffista guys feel like they're walking on landmines.

Well, there was that time in Afghanistan...

Ooops. I over-helped.

Heh. No worries. Maybe it helped some lurker, some where!

If a guy -- Buffista or no -- assumes that he knows what it's like to be a woman, that he knows better than I do (although I'm actually the gender in question) what cultural standards apply to women, well, I'm going to be cranky about it.

My beef was mostly with "allowed" and how you mean it.

I don't disagree with your point, just the degree of cultural disaproval.

And if you're decorative, you're supposed to be grateful for the attention, no matter how obnoxious it is.

And if you're *not* decorative, you're supposed to be infinitely *more* grateful for the attention, even if it's rape.

I knew what you were saying. I was trying to make the leetle joke, but of course without your being able to see my face, it didn't come across.

You should have added "but that contradicts my experience!"

I am a woman who sits with her knees apart a fair amount. At least, when I'm wearing pants. Probably on the subway, too, not that I'm on the subway that much.

I don't scratch my balls, however. (I do occasionally catch myself feeling myself up in public, absent-mindedly estimating when the baby last nursed by how heavy my breast is. Whoops.)

I support you and your feeling yourself up, flea -- it's about time women started with that. Also, I still bet your legs are closer to one another than many of these jackholes of whom I am thinking.

You should have added "but that contradicts my experience!"

Heh.