Male or Female?

<p>Not feeling good, just numb - endorphins, you know. When your team loses THAT many games (:eek:), the survival instinct takes over. Of course, running a nice 10 helps.</p>

<p>Coach Bowden has become a trifle defensive. Not sure why.:rolleyes: One theory he posited was that FSU fans were simply spoiled after winning so many games.</p>

<p>No, many left for the pros or were lost to injury. The nonsense has left.</p>

<p>One never knows how the FSU-UF game will go. It may rapidly become THE game of the year for the 'Noles, thus meaning they have nothing more to lose. Emotion can be a powerful force under such circumstances (Not that I want you to worry - more pie? :)).</p>

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I object to the order of this. You need to prioritize a bit better, IMHO. ;)</p>

<p>~berurah/scarlett</p>

<p>Serious thought here for a second (I’m sure it’ll pass fast :)). </p>

<p>I wonder how healthy (emotionally) it actually is to be so closely associated with a college team that you actually experience a low after something as physically remote as a ‘game’ on tv or scores in the newspaper. Personally, I don’t think it is particulary healthy, nor especially harmful - but some folks really appear to suffer. A certain separation is essential, I would offer. It is supposed to be entertainment and a binding of the collective of that school, is it not?</p>

<p>Hi b, I figured someone would call me on it :slight_smile: How about: Sex, Democrats and Political Surgery?</p>

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hmmmmmmmmm, you’re gettin’ there…</p>

<p>I guess it could always be Democratic sex (prevents those selfish men from hogging all the pleasure :wink: ) and political surgery (something which I’m sure we already have due to coordinated care)?</p>

<p>Can this thread GET any more “off course”?</p>

<p>Hey…maybe just to redeem myself with audio, can we include dentistry somewhere in there? :D</p>

<p>~b.</p>

<p>That’s the point. It was never serious. It was supposed to be amusing. :)</p>

<p>It became seriously amusing, then just serious. Let’s hijack the thread back to being just amusing. </p>

<p>Dentistry? :smiley: How’s that? By the way, why aren’t there more women dentists?</p>

<p>I was going to make some comment about drilling, but… nah…</p>

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<strong>ROFLMAO</strong> oh, go ahead, jym…it might bring a new depth to this rather eclectic thread…</p>

<p>~b.</p>

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Oh berurah, pun intended?? :D</p>

<p>Why do women use so many of these?: !!! That’s a sure giveaway as to the poster’s sex.</p>

<p>!!! envy, perhaps.</p>

<p>TG it’s about time you found this thread!!!</p>

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The <strong><em>BIGGER</em></strong> question is why some object so strenuously to their use???</p>

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Spoken like a true therapist, m’dear! :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :)</p>

<p>Well, FountainSiren knows how to liven up a thread.</p>

<p>Berurah, I am VERY sorry that you missed my MANY comments about knowing happy couples and being certain that YOUR situations were different from mine. Such comments are plentiful, pro-marriage, pro-love, and pro-choice. :slight_smile: (I suspect that it is the last to which y’all object. :slight_smile: ) I did not think that I could be more clear about the fact that I am NOT rejecting men, your lives, or marriage in general - in the future, I will be sure to say it more often, so that those who skim posts will be sure to see them and understand their sincerity.</p>

<p>My comments were directed solely in regards to my own life, my own ex-boyfriends, and my own desire for my future. If you choose to extend those comments well beyond their scope, I do apologize for not so explicitly limiting them. As the mother of three boys, you have no need to be offended, unless one of them moonlights as one of my dates. (The second clause is meant entirely humourously and with full acknowledgement that you have raised happy, well-adjusted, loving, caring, and respectful children - and children like those do not come into being by accident, but by having parents after whom to model themselves.)</p>

<p>I did not say that men are pigs because I simply do not think it to be true. If the penumbras of my posts gave one that impression, fine - but I will state again that such is not my opinion. As for the whores - that’s ALL you. I can’t control that interpretation without writing a book. (Of course, anything more than a sentence and a subordinate clause is “protesting too much!”)</p>

<p>I also think that perusing AllMusic’s first post would show that yes, some posters are advocating that I do things with which I am not comfortable! Now, no one would counsel a girl, upset because her peers mocked her academic excellence, to stop achieving; yet, such submission is appropriate in my case. And you cannot understand why I get upset?</p>

<p>Jym - how can I get myself one of those fancy PhDs? When you get one, you know more about people’s lives, whom you’ve never met, than they do!</p>

<p>Can you also become a psychic? You could charge quite a bit for palm-reading. Or, since you KNOW when there’s more to the story and KNOW that you are ALWAYS correct, why not sell your services to politicians? In our muck-raking society, your vision and crystal ball atop a couch would be invaluable for anyone seeking to discredit the opposition!</p>

<p>As a future lawyer, I really must admire your handiwork! You’ve set up a situation in which, from any angle, at every turn, you are right. You dislike a personal choice? Opponent needs therapy! Opponent explains? Protesting too much! Opponent elaborates? Crystal ball tells you that opponent is wrong! As I said, skip the therapy and go into politics, babycakes! :)</p>

<p>In other words - a so-called therapist who presumes that she knows more about someone’s life than the person who actually lived it, then, based on those (incorrect) assumptions, tells the person that she is overreacting - is nothing save a living, breathing advertisment against her own profession. </p>

<p>I will not take this opportunity to insult you, merely to say that you might get a kinder, gentler Aries if you were to phrase your ideas as questions, not as judgments. “Was there more than that conversation?” is more appropriate than stating that you know more about my life than I do. Then again, in order to understand that, you, like a broken lightbulb, would have to be open to changing your opinion. ;)</p>

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In other words… my understanding of A is H, usually; H often leads to pi; sometimes, I think, pi leads to Planck’s constant. If you think about it. Really hard. And the Magic 8 ball says so. Ergo, Planck’s constant!</p>

<p>Can you see why I might get a little frustrated?</p>

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Because you chose to take this ENTIRELY out of context and COMPLETELY ignore the clarification in post #139, here we go again.</p>

<p>It was an analogy. </p>

<p>It was an analogy that came AFTER Leanid told me that happiness comes from giving to others. I was trying to demonstrate the (very obvious) limits of that nonsense. </p>

<p>Given that my post was directed as a personal comment to one poster, I am not sure how any rational person would get your interpretation from that. “Off the wall” puts it kindly. I stated that, in a healthy relationship, there must be some give-and-take; that one cannot exist solely for another’s happiness, with none in return, and expect fulfillment. </p>

<p>In your world, Berurah, that is equivalent to saying men are pigs. Just to clarify: in my world, those are very different statements. (Just remember though: I’m the one who is all black and white! :slight_smile: ) I have no idea how you got from my analogy, directed solely at Leanid, to demonstrate the absurdity of his early posts re: fulfillment from others, to “men are pigs.” </p>

<p>Actually, I do know how you get there, and it’s with some pretty cruel, deliberate mis-readings, designed to take well-thought-out explanations into something that you can mock.</p>

<p>Berurah, you are CHOOSING to take my statements far out of context; once you have done that, you then take the additional step of drawing a series of long, absurd conclusions from them (see post #214, and frankly, I don’t even choose to dignify your “whore” interpretation with commentary). Then, you tell me that I have issues and simply cannot understand why I am upset. Here’s a clue: re-read what I said and read it as if a sane person wrote it (I know, that’ll be a toughie for everyone here). Read it in the context of responding to certain posters. Then decide whether or not I really think of the garbage that you ascribe to me.</p>

<p>Perhaps, in the therapy theme, we should use another test: my posts as ink blots. One’s interpretation of them is clearly FAR more indicative of that person than it is of me!</p>

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<p>I honestly don’t know what the heck you are saying, Aries, because you have surely misinterpreted my post. My first post was that we might find, with all this comparing of NJ geographics, that a fellow poster here was an old boyfriend!!! Was I telling you to jump into bed with men you don’t care about? If you interpreted <em>anything I said</em> as such, you are totally and completely wrong.</p>

<p>My second post said marriage isn’t so black and white, and I stand by that comment. It isn’t just between the two polar extremes of independence and dependence. I stand by that comment too, and do not see that as an endorsement for you to “do things with which you are not comfortable.”</p>

<p>What you choose to do with your own life is your personal choice. If you put that personal life out on a public message board, it invites comments. If you misinterpret those comments, or feel people misinterpret yours, that is the problem with internet message boards.</p>

<p>Good god aires-
Cut the nastiness, say you are sorry for your comments and MOVE ON. Enough already.</p>

<p>Yeah, the dentist bashing has got to stop. </p>

<p>Now, I do have issues with a certain dental hygenist, who will remain unnamed, but has the hands of death. Lemme tell you, she takes the little sharp thing, pokes at my gums, then says that I’m not flossing enough because they bleed… yeah, lady, you stuck something sharp into them! Of course they bleed! I just wasn’t born with the titanium-reinforced variety. ::Shrug::</p>

<p>That all said, I don’t understand the need for anaesthesia at the dentist. I had dental surgery the day after my lumpectomy; no pain killers after the lumpectomy, so I wouldn’t be loopy for the next surgery; no anaesthesia, just twenty minutes of them pulling my teeth out (after all, had been put under the day before and really, that was enough). Hum… maybe a little on the macho side… eh.</p>

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<p>Yeah, I’m waiting for some Catholic matriarch with eight kids to write the definitive work on human sexuality. Sure, Catholics do have that celibate priest thing going on, but when you’re married, you’re supposed to take the other sacrament seriously. :wink: </p>

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Yes. I didn’t drink until I was 21. Most of my friends didn’t, either. Most of the track people didn’t drink. (To cross-reference the other thread, you can’t really run after drinking hard. It’s just too strenuous.) Even my high school friends - much less motivated than my college friends - didn’t drink until college. </p>

<p>Then again, it was a different era. Yes, even the 90s were different (was talking to someone about this today): alcohol use was limited in high school; the worst anyone really did was pot; the honours kids and the track kids and some of the band kids never got near the stuff. Now, even the good kids drink and the bad kids are doing heroin. </p>

<p>As for finding non-drinking kids - some sports teams? Math club? French club? The non-drinking types tend to be pretty boring -we went out for ice cream, didn’t “party” in the sense that most people mean, etc. The only other thing I can suggest is community service, especially if you can get him involved in a church group. He might enjoy the service, although not the religion.</p>

<p>Random story: when I was a kid, my dad told me that if I wanted to drink, he would drink with me. I only had to ask. He then said, “Yeah… we’ll line up tequila shots, you’ll go shot for shot with me, and I’ll wake you up at 6 am for yard work.” I was too naive to grasp the concept of a hangover, but I only needed to hear 1) the competitive delight in my dad’s voice and 2) the sinister delight in the 6 am threat, to know that alcohol was something that I didn’t want to be near.</p>

<p>(Probably a good thing that I never took him up on his offer. I found out in college - once I was legal to drink - that my body can’t tell the difference between tequila and water. I was the reigning tequila shot queen of my alma mater - would hang out with my guy friends (yes, Jym, I do have guy friends; most of my friends are guys, actually - and most of them are in long-term, happy, stable relationships - and I’m friends with a good portion of my exes, but ex/friend stories are for another time), ruckus about, and drink for the night. I could drink most of them under the table pretty easily. They would walk me home, convinced that I should be pruned from the alcohol, deposit me off, and call the next morning. I would already have woken up five hours after bed, ready to greet the day, gone running/swimming, done homework, and eaten breakfast. I would report the morning’s activities, and they would start cussing nonsense about headaches and tired and wah wah wah. Same guys who would make noise about sore calves and aching muscles after going running with me. Methinks there is an Athena tequila gene.)</p>

<p>This thread is about male/female. Lets keep it to that.</p>

<p>Post 162

Does that answer your question? How 'bout because I’m not comfortable with the idea?</p>