Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
How? When did "lady" become derogatory?
Gentlemen's gymnastics? Gentlemen's volleyball? If the men are doing it, then it's probably women who are into it, too. Some of that stuff is hard to accomplish if you are merely glistening.
Twisted as it is, I'm often really glad I've NEVER been thin. So SHE (that I-was-so-thin-back-at-such-and-such chick) doesn't haunt me. I'm about the same size I was in high school. I did have a few years right after high school that I was below 200 lbs. (at barely 5'3"), and I wouldn't mind going back. But I've never been thin, so I have no idea what I'm missing, and I think I'm better off.
If I had ever been thin, I wouldn't be wondering when it was my turn. I mean, yeah, it's fucking hilarious that my cheerleader in high school sister and my 5'10" 120 lbs., first out of the plane, last on the ground in paratrouper training brother have double chins now, considering how they teased me when I was young. But seriously, when is it going to be my turn to be skinny?
And, while I'm complaining, why do they think that as people get fatter their arms also get longer?
About the same reason they don't get that our arms are fatter as well.
The gastric bypass (? is that the formal name) is kind of evil. People talk about it like it's the easy solution.
When a Nurse Practitioner brought it up to me, I said, "I know six people who have had that surgery. NONE of them are skinny now, and three of them had to declare bankruptsy to deal with their medical bills. I need a solution that will relieve my body of this fat more efficiently than it will relieve my wallet of its money." And then I saw the special on obesity on PBS in spring of 2007. IIRC, while the vast majority of gastric bypass patients do lose enough weight that they can call it a success, only 5% actually reach a "normal" weight.
According to my calculations, there were, in fact, TWO cats!
Omnis, dude, do we need to get out the bubble wrap? Also, how many cats are there now? Because according to my calculations, there are currently 2.796 cats - one at the point of origin and the rest are at the destination.
P.S. When the hell did I start liking cottage cheese? I swear it used to be nasssssty. And now I'm craving it.
Twisted as it is, I'm often really glad I've NEVER been thin. So SHE (that I-was-so-thin-back-at-such-and-such chick) doesn't haunt me. I'm about the same size I was in high school. I did have a few years right after high school that I was below 200 lbs. (at barely 5'3"), and I wouldn't mind going back. But I've never been thin, so I have no idea what I'm missing, and I think I'm better off.
If I had ever been thin, I wouldn't be wondering when it was my turn. I mean, yeah, it's fucking hilarious that my cheerleader in high school sister and my 5'10" 120 lbs., first out of the plane, last on the ground in paratrouper training brother have double chins now, considering how they teased me when I was young. But seriously, when is it going to be my turn to be skinny?
Oh, I'll definitely say that the fact that 75% of the women in my family (Mom's side anyway) are all built as some variation of me makes it easier. Other than my (blocky, barrel-chested, technically not fat, per se, but still far from skinny) brother, no one ever teased about fat in my family (and my brother was an ass on every subject). And I can definitely see the genetics in action (I call it the S [Mom's maiden name] Butt, and it's apparently a dominant gene that breeds true - male cousin safe, but his daughter got it). My mother has her own issues that she dropped at my doorstep that I've had to work to get off of my metaphorical shoes, but at least I've never felt it was MY FAULT. And never figured I was going to get a turn.
Wow. The number and variety of BIDs there are...
"lady" gymnasts, as opposed to women.
My dad uses "female" as a noun. Which is correct according to the dictionary, but always rings SO condescending to me. And recently my sort-of boss (the mean one) decided to add that to our house style -- "female" and "male" as nouns.
Drives. Me. BATSHIT.
P.S. When the hell did I start liking cottage cheese? I swear it used to be nasssssty. And now I'm craving it.
Andi, I think there's something in the air, because just this week I started eating cottage cheese and fruit -- for breakfast, no less -- which I had NEVER done before.
My dad uses "female" as a noun. Which is correct according to the dictionary, but always rings SO condescending to me. And recently my sort-of boss (the mean one) decided to add that to our house style -- "female" and "male" as nouns.
Eew, you're right. Sounds awfully...clinical. To be listed in a medical record or when talking about an animal. Otherwise, NSM.
And my skin is supersoft
Heh. We know about Erin's supersoft ass and the scrubbin'! :)
The gymnastics is finally on here on the west coast. Whee!!!
Though I feel so sad that only a few of them end up able to compete due to all the injuries! Yeesh.
How? When did "lady" become derogatory?
Gentlemen's gymnastics? Gentlemen's volleyball? If the men are doing it, then it's probably women who are into it, too. Some of that stuff is hard to accomplish if you are merely glistening.
I continue this, not to be an ass, or step on toes. But to learn, and create dialog. So, please forgive, and do not be offended. As usual, I am generally in seek of enlightenment.
As a man, I generally think of myself siding on the "lib" side. Equal treatment, equal pay, title IX, the whole 9 yards. (oversimplification, but you get the idea). That said, my father leans on the misogynist side. My step-father was very much "old fashioned". So, there are times I slip up.
This time, I must confess, I used "Lady" simply because it was easier to tap out. I thought "lady" was a more polite word to describe the female gender. I would not have tapped "Gentlemen's volleyball" simply because of the quantity of letters.
I do not quite get the "glistening" reference, so forgive my ignorance.
Lastly, something that puzzles me in this conversation. When I think of powerhouse female collegiate basketball, I think of the "Lady Vol's" from Tennessee. Which is probably why I didn't hesitate to use the word "Lady".
I realize not all words to ascribe to the female gender are equal. I certainly would not have said "did you see the USA chick softball team kick ass tonight?"
As mentioned in earlier post, my grammar, vocab, spelling skills are not the best. I do find this rather interesting. It seems to be a matter of perception. I know there are those who use "handicapped", "disabled", and "cripple" rather interchangeably. I, really hate the word "cripple", for to me, it implies disfigured to the point of no ability. Of course, I am no fan of the other two words, but that is a different conversation.
I also see this tying into the other ongoing conversation with BID, WRT fat/overweight/normal, etc descriptors.
OK, I've said enough. It's late, and I think I'm babbling.
ION- in my ongoing battle with Time Warner. I get my first bill the other day. Due amount looks about right. I sign up for online payment. I enter my account number. IT STILL HAS ME TIED TO TWO ACCOUNTS!!!! The other of which owes a LOT of money, over $300. This shit is STILL not clear, after a month!! Grrrrrrrr.
Sheesh, omnis, what a pain that Time Warner is being for you. I hope they get that stuff straightened around soon.
I do not quite get the "glistening" reference, so forgive my ignorance.
Have you ever heard the saying, "Ladies don't sweat, they glisten"? Sweating is far too vulgar a bodily function for a proper lady to indulge in. She should have better self control than to allow it. And if by chance she should fail in her duty to not sweat, she should never admit to having done so. Hence the need for a euphemism. Also, there is some implication that a lady should not work hard enough at anything to work up a sweat.
My own sensibilities lean toward not minding any non-derogatory term for us female type persons, so long as the status equivalent for the male type persons is in use. I'm happy being a gal among the guys, a woman with the men, a lady with the gentlemen. But if the men are up to something and I'm in it with them, I don't much fancy being put up on a pedestal as a lady. Now that you mention it, I can see how you were after economy of letters. And I wasn't terribly het up about it myself, but I do see the reasoning.
Ladies don't sweat, they glisten
wow, I missed something in the culture lexicon. Trust me, women sweat! Although, I did have one actress refuse to have her wireless mic transmitter pack encased in a condom, because she claimed she couldn't sweat. This was told to me AFTER she mentioned that she was a bit offended at the thought of a condom that close to her, or some such. Since the production was an outdoor summer theater in Kentucky, I said, if you don't sweat, you will get rained upon. Either way, the condom stays.
Anyhow, sweat isn't vulgar, it's a natural thing. It's crazy humans that put a vulgar tag on it.
Heading to bed. really. I swear. Must get more sleep tonight. Silly Olympics! Why couldn't I be off this week?
Timelies!
So, I survived dinner with CBD's family last night. Dare I say? It was even fun. They seemed to like me. Ok, CBD said they love me, so YAY! How is it that we've met each others parents, and it's been relatively un-traumatic? That seems wrong. But, I'm gonna go with it.
I wore my new outfit and felt pretty, so that was good. Here's me last night (it's focused on upper-half to get the necklace, which was made by my cousin): [link]
His family is really nice and cool and forward thinking. His sister spent her summer as an intern at the DNC helping write the DNC platform, so she had tons of cool stories about meeting all kinds of interesting people.
One funny little story. His parents are currently moving out of his childhood house and into a condo, so they've been packing, packing, packing. I started empathizing, saying how much I hate packing and moving. And CBD got all guilty looking, and said, "But you still helped me move." And I said, "Helped?" And he responded, "Yes, you were integral to my move." And his dad said, "We wondered how that went so smoothly!" HA!
