What makes you feel masculine ?

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Originally Posted by Alexander III

Have you ever met a parisian girl? They are the most obstinant, elitist, high standar, delicate, arogant and ladylike of all the women. It would be facinating to see you with the parisian girls.

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Haha, yes it would be. I guess our interaction would depend on whether they're in my world or I'm in theirs.

I've never met an "upper class" girl, at least not the classic film-style variety. The rich people in Alberta are world-class rich because of our oil sands, and they're all about cowboy stuff, think Texas-style rich. the closest I've ever come to a person who was "delicate" and "elitist" was a girl who I was briefly partnered up with on my first day of bio 108. Apparently, she was from a private school in America (I was very impressed, I assure you). Chick didn't even know how to focus a microscope.

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Originally Posted by Emil Miller

I can attest to that, but the nearest to Paris LitNet's gender-impaired member has been, is the plaster of paris that is applied when she occasionally injures herself fighting grizzly bears and chopping down trees.

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You don't fight grizzly bears, duh. You back up slowly, holding your hands palm foreward at shoulder level and say "woah bear" over and over in a soothing tone. If they rush you freeze and if they take a swat at you go limp, unless they start to bury you which means they plan on eating you in which case go for the eyes and nose.

...What? Doesn't everyone have "how to survive a bear encounter" in their elementary school curriculum?

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If they rush you or take a swat go limp, unless they start to bury you which means they plan on eating you in which case go for the eyes and nose.

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:lol: I'm definitely beginning to warm to grizzly bears.

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Originally Posted by Emil Miller

:lol: I'm definitely beginning to warm to grizzly bears.

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Don't get too excited, they very rarely go that far. 99% of the time they'll just sit there on their fat bear *** going about their business and ignoring you completely, their sense of smell is insanely strong and they've known you were in the area for a long while. I've been in three bear encounters (two black bears and one grizzly), most people here have had at least one and no one that I personally know has had any problems. You just see them, usually from a distance, you get a little scare, they don't even look up and you leave the area ASAP.

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Don't get too excited, they very rarely go that far.

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We can but hope.:lol:

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Originally Posted by Emil Miller

We can but hope.

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Haha, this blatantly wishing young girls dead, is that the kind of maturity I can expect when I reach your ripe old age? Gee, no wonder you're so proud of yourself and the kind of person you've blossomed into.

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Originally Posted by Scheherazade

Refusals make me feel masculine:

1. Refusal to ask for directions even though I should have reached my destination at least 15 minutes ago.

2. Refusal to read the instructions on DIY kits even though the task should have finished half an hour ago.

3. Refusal to admit that I lost an argument even though everyone else present realised it at least 10 minutes ago.

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:lol::lol: The last one in particular brings out my "manly" side.

I wouldn't want to equate a feeling of power over men with masculinity because that would detract from feeling feminine. I work in debt and often reduce a man to tears because of his situation but I don't feel like I've grown some balls over it. I do feel in total control though - with some of them, I actually enjoy it, while others illicit a more tender response from me but it's power all the same. So I would have to say that power and feeling masculine are not exclusive.

You don't fight grizzly bears, duh. You back up slowly, holding your hands palm foreward at shoulder level and say "woah bear" over and over in a soothing tone. If they rush you freeze and if they take a swat at you go limp, unless they start to bury you which means they plan on eating you in which case go for the eyes and nose.

...What? Doesn't everyone have "how to survive a bear encounter" in their elementary school curriculum?

The grizzly bear curriculum was eliminated here sometime back in the early 19th century... if not even earlier. I doubt a grizzly bear could survive in urban America for long. Bows are the last thing they would need to fear as the only people owning them are sports-hunters who employ them on weekend jaunts in forests of Pennsylvania or West Virginia. Any grizzly around here would have far larger concerns than some goober with a crossbow starting with gang-bangers armed with automatic weapons.

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Originally Posted by stlukesguild

[The grizzly bear curriculum was eliminated here sometime back in the early 19th century... if not even earlier. I doubt a grizzly bear could survive in urban America for long. Bows are the last thing they would need to fear as the only people owning them are sports-hunters who employ them on weekend jaunts in forests of Pennsylvania or West Virginia. Any grizzly around here would have far larger concerns than some goober with a crossbow starting with gang-bangers armed with automatic weapons.

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...That was the obvious implied knowledge that I was banking on when I first employed sarcasm in the following sentence:

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Originally Posted by JuniperWoolf

...What? Doesn't everyone have "how to survive a bear encounter" in their elementary school curriculum?

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I was trying to make people think "haha, no one outside of Northern Canada has 'how to survive a grizzly attack' in school anymore, silly, no where else has grizzly bears of course! And no one except for a hunter would care about the distinction between a compound and a recurve bow, that's completely useless knowledge to most people!" without this obvious conlusion in mind, the light-hearted point I was trying to make (that I'm considered "boyish" to many litnetters because of my location and the lifestyle/hobbies, such as hunting, adopted by my Northern-Canadian friends and family including myself) doesn't work. The entire point of all of this being that I know that I'm strange to some of you in terms of gender stereotypes, and I am the way I am (as you are the way you are) because of my upbringing, which implies that the way we think about gender is the result of environment rather than genetics (or "nurture rather than nature," although I hate that stupid trendy term).

I'm tired of explaining my posts, I've got to remember to ALWAYS include the sarcasm disclaimer. I thought that the "...What?" pre-curser was classic-comedy-sketch enough to hammer the implied sarcasm home without the disclaimer. Ah well, I was warned that this would happen.

Sex, opening pickle jars and driving like a wideboy. Wearing sunglasses too (for some reason) :cool:

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Originally Posted by Patrick_Bateman

Sex, opening pickle jars and driving like a wideboy. Wearing sunglasses too (for some reason) :cool:

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Well for those of the weaker sex (and I mean that most sincerely), here's a little tip for opening pickle jars, if you don't know it already.
Take a sharp implement, such as a kitchen knife, and puncture the tin lid, that will release the air pressure and allow you to open the jar easily.

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Originally Posted by JuniperWoolf

...That was the obvious implied knowledge that I was banking on when I first employed sarcasm in the following sentence:



I was trying to make people think "haha, no one outside of Northern Canada has 'how to survive a grizzly attack' in school anymore, silly, no where else has grizzly bears of course! And no one except for a hunter would care about the distinction between a compound and a recurve bow, that's completely useless knowledge to most people!" without this obvious conlusion in mind, the light-hearted point I was trying to make (that I'm considered "boyish" to many litnetters because of my location and the lifestyle/hobbies, such as hunting, adopted by my Northern-Canadian friends and family including myself) doesn't work. The entire point of all of this being that I know that I'm strange to some of you in terms of gender stereotypes, and I am the way I am (as you are the way you are) because of my upbringing, which implies that the way we think about gender is the result of environment rather than genetics (or "nurture rather than nature," although I hate that stupid trendy term).

I'm tired of explaining my posts, I've got to remember to ALWAYS include the sarcasm disclaimer. I thought that the "...What?" pre-curser was classic-comedy-sketch enough to hammer the implied sarcasm home without the disclaimer. Ah well, I was warned that this would happen.

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I think StLukes was also responding with some very dry sarcasm there, which, if the case, makes that post pretty funny.

As for bears, I take Stephen Colbert's stance. They are bloodthirsty, killing machine marauders of the night, and they must all be exterminated.

"Grizzly Man" was fascinating. That guy who lived with and was ultimately eaten by grizzly bears. Sad, interesting story. Have any of you seen it?

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Originally Posted by Varenne Rodin

"Grizzly Man" was fascinating. That guy who lived with and was ultimately eaten by grizzly bears. Sad, interesting story. Have any of you seen it?

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Yeah, that guy was whack. I wonder what the bears were thinking, they've likely never seen behavior like that from a human before.

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Originally Posted by JuniperWoolf

Yeah, that guy was whack. I wonder what the bears were thinking, they've likely never seen behavior like that from a human before.

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He was like a little child, thinking he was having squabbles with other kids on the playground or something. Picking his favorites, calling others "brats." It seemed inevitable to me that he would be killed, even as far back as his visits to David Letterman's show. He was mentally ill. At times his behavior was really amusing and endearing, but perhaps someone should have stepped in and redirected him to checking out otters, or dolphins, or little baby chickens.