Posted on 06/11/2008 9:29:21 AM PDT by Titus Quinctius Cincinnatus
I’m a man and I’m anytihng but boring. Must be the UK men wwo are boring. ha ha
Well, when you think about it, there are three ways to answer that question. Now, the first thingn to know is that I grew up in New Jersey. Not in one of the big cities. Well, it was a midium-sized city. Or slightly bigger than medium-sized. Anyway, the important thing to remember is that I'm not boring. Now, in New Jersey there are things that we called turnpikes. You might call it a super highway, anyway ...
No. If men were boring would women ever FREEP?
The only ones that are boring are the feminized and metrosexual types. (Obama, are you listening?)
Maybe Ms Durrant would be happier spending the evening with lesbians.
She made her point in the first four sentences. Will this woman never shut up?
I think you have really nailed it.
Since men 21-45 have abandoned network TV, I would be very curious about the demographic of the women who have also left the network TV.
The last line in this excerpt is telling (don’t want to give the hits to this paper by clicking further). Her “partner” (see eunach) was silent duing this process. She has the “partner” she wants. He does not take chances with a real “male” conflicting with her feminist worldview, she prefers the oprahfied metrosexual.
That's true. Some men are boring for oil. Such as the Chinese off the coast of Key West.
(That's what you meant, right?)
Sabine, you bleed for three days, 12 times a year, for most of your lives—but you don’t die.
You frighten us . . .
“Boring” depends on what you like to talk about, or hear about.
Personally I find women boring (I am a woman) because they spend too much time talking about dishes, diapers and divorce. I was once trapped at a “firm function” at a table with a woman who dominated the conversation with stories about her two-year-old son and the SUV she was about to buy — for at least two hours. Nobody else could get in a word.
On the other side of the aisle, in my younger days when I believed that one could put up with anything from a man who had enough money, I was trapped at a dinner with a man whose sole topics of conversation were (1) his ex-wife and kids and (2) his business. Trying to pry him away from those topics to discuss Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” or motocross, or eschatology, or whether Jackie Stewart was ruining Formula One by bringing up all those “safety” concerns and trying to recruit sponsor money to pay for teams...not gonna happen.
So I think the difficulty is more in finding someone to talk to who wants to talk about the things you want to hear about, than in yelling FEMINAZI and METROSEXUAL and all that other procrustean piffle at one another.
Puddy: Feels like an Arby’ night.
Only to shallow narcissistic women.
..but shallow narcissistic women are boring to all men.
I know I’ll pay for that comment as soon as the scolding Gaggle-Of-Five Hens show up here clucking bitterness in...
5...4...3...2...
Doesn't the author know that women have 10,000 words a day to use, while men only get 1,000?
Men have to be reserved in their word use, every day.
In fact, in marriage, the wife will gradually “take” some of the husband's words, because she runs out of her own long before the day is over.
Tis true! My wife and I have been married for 41 years, and she has gradually taken almost all of my words! I'm now down to only: “Yes, dear” and “No, dear” (it's surprising how easily those words satisfy her).
Ah, marriage. It dawned on me last year that if I had robbed a bank instead of getting married, I'd have been free in only 7-10 years! 8-)
Yes, dear. We’re boring.
Or else she’s defining ‘interesting’ as “Omigod, so, I like, bought this Prada bag yesterday, and, like, it can fit, like, my entire chihuahua in it! It’s, like, SO seriously cute!” (which is the way the majority of girls with any sort of money who I’ve met define ‘interesting’).
I like your way with words. ;-)
Well, I’m certainly not boring. It’s like I was saying yesterday, I was getting my deck ready for a re-treat after some snow damage last winter and I saw these little spots where the old latex had gotten to low spots on the wood and the knots too. I had used a drum and a belt sander on them before but evidently I didn’t get everything off and when I put the oil-based stain down it turned out looking really good so I didn’t really try to get it out but now I have to put another coat of oil over it and I’m torn between re-sanding those areas and taking the nice contrast away or leaving the remnants of the latex stain so it looks like that really expensive wood where the knots are a dark color but the rest of the grain is nice and light - I think it’s cedar or something - is cedar too soft for a deck? I’ve seen interior floors use the stuff but not a deck, but anyway I’ve got some ceiling wood like that and it was really great to have that wood overhead when I looked out the window and the deck really close to the same shade under the exterior light. So now I’m torn. Anyway I’d have to use a hand belt sander and one of those little mouse type sanders to get at all the latex spots because either they’re on low spots on the wood or into some really hard places - that’d be the knots - and there are about a zillion of those so it looks like a really long job and if I start drinking beer at the beginning of it I end up sanding the cat before I’m finished and I don’t want to do that because the cat gets really pissed when I try to stain her afterwards even though the oil stain is probably better for her fur than the old latex stuff. She’d lick for hours on the old latex stuff and look at me like she’d chop me up with a butcher knife if only she had opposable thumbs which is a good thing for me that they don’t but if they did she could probably help me out with sanding the deck if I gave her catnip or something afterwards because beer isn’t good for them and now I’m afraid I’m gonna put my boots on one morning to find out she crapped in them instead of chopping me up with a butcher knife because you don’t need opposable thumbs to do that. Anyway I’m not too sure she wouldn’t want to try to eat the mouse sander. Do cats know what they’re called? And does it make a difference to them? What do you think?
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