Brain Drain
Jun. 25th, 2009 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
millionreasonsSome things I have come to conclusions about:
Women who say they are gay men in a woman's body only mean that they can't see themselves as the desired, the object, but more the predator, the gazer and there is no role model for them (apart from the comic character of the cougar).
I think smell determines your sexual preference. I find many girls pretty or sexy or both, but I don't like the way women smell, perfumed or otherwise. Men, unless horridly sweaty or Lynx-ed up, just smell nicer.
I am starting to understand self-harm. I have never practised it myself and don't intend to, but there seems to be very little outlet for women's anger, apart from shouting at people in shops. We have the hormonal rage for at least a week a month, we need An Angry Space (hey, let's call it LiveJournal!) Let's stop apologising for being in a funk, PMT-inspired or otherwise. The days of the angel in the house are long gone, systerz.
My natural self is a brassy big mouth, but I am also really shy. The two things compete.
It's impossible to slag off women who slag off other women (e.g. Annabel Croft commenting on a tennis match, criticising, not Serena Williams's backhand, but her dress, as if she was the radio equivalent of Heat magazine), because then one becomes the thing one hates. Perhaps the Linda Lee-Potters of this world became female misogynists because that is how they could get their voices heard in the male dominated media. Male editors weren't interested in their views on politics etc, but were delighted to hear the decimation of the sisterhood. I've noticed that male gatherings do much the same.
Women who, after dumping or being dumped by their boyfriend, criticise his "tiny penis" are weird. Surely they can find something other than his dick (which after all, a man can't do that much about unless he believes his spam folder) that he could change about himself.
I find myself longing for the innocent days of Sam Fox whenever I see Jordan.
Radcliffe should gag Maconie.
I'm not sure I won last night's "Dr Brian Cox is the sexiest scientist" argument. Evariste Galois was pretty hot, although he died aged 20, which always helps.
Women who say they are gay men in a woman's body only mean that they can't see themselves as the desired, the object, but more the predator, the gazer and there is no role model for them (apart from the comic character of the cougar).
I think smell determines your sexual preference. I find many girls pretty or sexy or both, but I don't like the way women smell, perfumed or otherwise. Men, unless horridly sweaty or Lynx-ed up, just smell nicer.
I am starting to understand self-harm. I have never practised it myself and don't intend to, but there seems to be very little outlet for women's anger, apart from shouting at people in shops. We have the hormonal rage for at least a week a month, we need An Angry Space (hey, let's call it LiveJournal!) Let's stop apologising for being in a funk, PMT-inspired or otherwise. The days of the angel in the house are long gone, systerz.
My natural self is a brassy big mouth, but I am also really shy. The two things compete.
It's impossible to slag off women who slag off other women (e.g. Annabel Croft commenting on a tennis match, criticising, not Serena Williams's backhand, but her dress, as if she was the radio equivalent of Heat magazine), because then one becomes the thing one hates. Perhaps the Linda Lee-Potters of this world became female misogynists because that is how they could get their voices heard in the male dominated media. Male editors weren't interested in their views on politics etc, but were delighted to hear the decimation of the sisterhood. I've noticed that male gatherings do much the same.
Women who, after dumping or being dumped by their boyfriend, criticise his "tiny penis" are weird. Surely they can find something other than his dick (which after all, a man can't do that much about unless he believes his spam folder) that he could change about himself.
I find myself longing for the innocent days of Sam Fox whenever I see Jordan.
Radcliffe should gag Maconie.
I'm not sure I won last night's "Dr Brian Cox is the sexiest scientist" argument. Evariste Galois was pretty hot, although he died aged 20, which always helps.
