Questions, Questions
I received a lovely little cheer-up card from a friend of mine the other day. Two old ladies in glasses, flowered dresses and hats. Sweet, really.
I opened it up and there was the burning, unanswered question: is it "butt naked" or "buck naked"? I can only give my typical information architect's answer -- it depends. Is the answer contingent upon:
a> context
b> social culture
c> history
d> combination of above
e> none of the above
What say you?
Passing Thought
Where would the world be without its tiny-minded folk who adhere to rules like they were their sainted Mother's breast?
(Assume a mocking, punitive tone) "It has to say this. It must be in that form and in this order or it won't do. It simply won't do!"
I just hate
martinets. Don't you?
Between The (Blog)lines
It is 5:45 a.m. central time and what the hell am I doing up? I've got to work today!
First, it was just a quick "feed the cats" at 4:05. Then, it was check the bank account and pay a couple of bills. The worst part -- yes, the really frightening part? I got caught up in the tangled web of my Bloglines subscriptions.
It was catch-up time and, boyo, did I click-click-click along, from reading a deletion debate on Wikipedia to viewing photo-blogs of the "get out the vote" campaign in Ramallah.
The thing that stopped me in my tracks and made me laugh out loud? Prolific D.C. blogger Wonkette's entry on GW's
Inaugural Ball Names.
Overheard
One of the op-ed pieces in today's
New York Times deals with what author Maureen Dowd says is a man's desire to marry his mum. Not in the literal sense of course because that's just so Oedipal, but from the aspect of marrying someone who will be a subservient caretaker. Apparently researchers have shown that smart, independent women don't stand a fighting chance of snagging a guy unless they dumb it down.
Ironically this was borne out by a conversation I overheard on the way home.
She1: They're talking about layoffs again, but Bridget isn't worried. She says she got her new husband and he'll take care of her.
She2: New husband? How many has she had?
She1: This is her third one. She found him on the Internet.
She2: Well, what does he do?
She1: Nothing apparently, since Bridget pays the mortgage and the car note and all the bills. He says he can't contribute because he has to pay child support for the four children he has from previous relationships. Bridget cooks and cleans for him as well.
She2: Sounds like Bridget's the one doing all the caretaking. Isn't she some sort of Financial Analyst?
She1: Yes, she's responsible at work and abdicates at home. She just wants him to be happy so maybe this time one of the husbands will stick around.
So you high IQ women bound and determined to head to the alter take heed. Quoting Maureen Dowd here, "Women want to be in a relationship with guys they can seriously talk to - unfortunately, a lot of those guys want to be in relationships with women they don't have to talk to."
About Last Night
It could have been yet another over-priced, pedestrian, poorly executed affair filled with rude, puking drunk boys and their equally classless glassy-eyed bottle-blond dates. However, amidst the rabble of the hoi polloi, there were some wonderful moments that redeemed the celebration of NYE 2005.
Beautiful Zes with her perfect coif and fetching black dress. Sweet, funny Serendia sprinting down the block in silk and high heels to score a taxicab for us. The enchanting, elegant sisters from Ecuador who made me dance, laugh, and forget myself. The down to earth sincerity of Caryn and Dave. The smiling, bespectacled Indian computer consultant who grabbed my hand and starting dancing. And, lest I forget, a hot breakfast at 3 am under a pink disco ball in a 24-hour Boystown diner.
Yes, it was cold, finding an empty cab was nigh impossible, and there were way too many over-served louts, but I will never forget the best of last night.
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