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Women And Our Ways: Intro

Last summer, I started writing a blog entry that I never finished. There are several like that, actually.

This particular one starts out:

If you are male, you probably don't want to read this entry.


I mean it.


If you were grossed out by my entry on placenta lasagna, didn't understand the problematic tea commercial, or were surprised by my thoughts on the curse of Aunt Irma, this one is bigger, badder, and more bold. I'm going for broke.


I've been meaning to write this girls-only series ever since. But then I realized that I want to write a series that may frighten or surprise men, but is not meant to exclude them. Then I thought that maybe I don't want to do that, as it will stir up controversy and I will be misunderstood and I will unintentionally offend both men and women and I will write about things that don't often get talked about.

But I think I'm willing to risk it.

Titles in the series Women and Our Ways may include:

The Moon, The Month, The Mystery...More on "Aunt Irma"
The Body, Our Frenemy
Hos Before Bros: Women & Friendship
Friends Without Benefits - Are Male/Female Friendships Worth It?
Emotional Porn


If you can think of other topics I should tackle (chances are high that I have opinions on all topics pertaining to womanhood), please suggest.

Comments

  1. Anonymous4:14 PM

    "Why we are irrational"
    "Why we smell nice"
    "Why we don't understand the offside rule"

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  2. keepfishing - I laughed out loud.

    (to anyone else reading this comment, please know that my response is in light of our longstanding friendship and should not be generalized to how I may respond to YOUR comment)


    a. We aren't. Our logic is simply too complicated for the male mind to understand. (burn)

    b. We shower and pay expensive combinations of chemicals and natural derivatives on ourselves.

    c. We do. At least, I do. Those other women...are either playing stupid to boost your ego, or are, in fact, stupid.

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  3. pay, spray? Probabaly both!

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  4. Um, I understand offside in every sport but hockey. When I watch that sport and try to understand when an offside violation is occuring, it's like someone is drinking from my glass every time my head is turned. "What--! I could have sworn... ! There was *this* much..."

    The Moon, The Month, The Mystery deserves to be a 90's-era after-school special featuring a synthtastic soundtrack. Make it happen!

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  5. Offside in hockey is when a player on the attacking team enters the oppositions zone before the puck. However, in order for the offside to be called the puck must fully enter the oppositions zone after the player. In other words, a Canuck could skate around in, let's say, the Leaf's zone and wouldn't be called offside until the puck entered into the zone.

    As for what the blog is actually about. Bring on the discussion! This is going to be fun!

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  6. Go for it Beth! I'm excited to hear what you have to say on those topics.

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  7. I think it would be "hoes before bros."

    Although I think keep fishing was joking I think the first one on being irrational would be a good topic. Maybe you will delve into that in Emotional porn but it would be good to read about your insights on our inability to see things clearly sometimes because of trusting our emotional feelings about ourselves. I hope I am making sense.

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  8. Ooh, yes please. I have THOUGHTS on emotional porn. And other things.

    Also, I understand offside; it's icing that gets me.

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  9. that_fisher_kid12:14 AM

    Wait hold on, what sport are we talking about with regards to offside?

    For Soccer (and this is taken from wikipedia):

    A player is in an offside position if he is closer to the opponent's goal line than both the ball and the second-to-last defender, but only if the player is on his opponent's half of the pitch.

    For American Football:

    A player is on the wrong side of the line of scrimmage when the ball is snapped.

    Just thought I'd put it out there.

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