Here's where I would expound my theories about what guys didn't get on the missing leg of the Y-chromosome (i.e. a certain degree of considerateness, the ability to put TP on the roll), but I won't - in consideration of our charming Boy-Bitches (and the fact that it would probably make me sound like a bitter old somethin-or-other...)
I
would
argue that it's not a boy/girl thing in the sense of genetically ingrained, but rather that, in general, it's not socially expected. Mr. Jane can be really thoughtful and sweet, but it's not as fundamental for him to worry about whether I'm comfortable.
ETA: A hearty congratulations and thank you to our Boy Bitches who have bucked convention.
and have I mentioned that my TV is dead? this is no way to be sick
the only good thing about today is that when I checked my mma school's website I was treated to a new picture of beloved instructor. [link] (goodness knows why he's wearing a brown belt)
and have I mentioned that my TV is dead? this is no way to be sick
That sucks! Can you watch on your computer?
I
do
have
Prison Breaks
I haven't seen.
Oh, want me to glare at DH from here?
t glares
Maybe the patented Buffista ma hasn't failed me yet!
I got a call from my aunt saying that she doesn't think her boss has called anyone for interviews.
They're part of the same system, so I didn't think it mattered.
yes, it does. I had two phones that were almost exactly the same (one had an answering machine, one didnt), and if I put the wrong one on the charger, they didn't charge.
I would argue that it's not a boy/girl thing in the sense of genetically ingrained, but rather that, in general, it's not socially expected. Mr. Jane can be really thoughtful and sweet, but it's not as fundamental for him to worry about whether I'm comfortable.
This is why I say a certain degree of considerateness. I absolutely do not think it's intentional. Maybe, like you say, more nurture than nature. I've had a non-jerk in my life amazed because when I knew he was coming over I made sure to have Coke in the fridge (I'm a Pepsi drinker, he detests it); or the one who was amazed that I brought him pepper (that he hadn't asked for and which I generally don't use, but he always did) when I went back into the restaurant for napkins. Not that I'm such a paragon of awesomeness, just brains running in slightly different grooves, I suppose.
A hearty congratulations and thank you to our Boy Bitches who have bucked convention.
Yes, this!
and have I mentioned that my TV is dead? this is no way to be sick
Oh noooooes! Adding insult to injury! Please tell me you've got DVD's and a working computer at least?
Yay, askye!
Glaring is fine. I think I'll be ignoring when I finally get home.
Fingers remaining crossed, askye!
Glaring is fine.
*glares Eastward at (accidentally) thoughtless DH*
I just got a good one!
Me: [Company Name], this is DJ!
Dumbass: Is this [government agency]?
Me: No, this is [Company name], can I help you?
Dumbass: Oh, I thought this was [government agency]...
Me:...No sir.
Dumbass: Can I just go in and get [whatever it was]
Me: Uhm, you'll have to ask [government agency]
Dumbass:Are you sure you're not [government agency]
Me:Yes sir.
Dumbass: Cause I thought you were...
