Originally Posted by Emil Miller
"Are you ready to take the plunge and wear a skirt in public?"
No.
No.
Thank heaven for that!
No.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
Hmmh - I actually think that it would take quite some cojones to wear a skirt publicly.
I think that I agree with Mark on this question - how would you separate the sensation of being male from all the other sensations of being yourself?
(I suspect that one could answer that using biology, testosterone levels and control groups but that does seem somewhat of a bother to me)
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Yelling FUS RO DAH!
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
That's because you do a masculine job of work with your hands. Any use for other reasons than this is....
What else can I chuck in the mix....
When I was 10 I wore my cousin's high heels into town because her friend dared me to. I got 5 bucks out of it and spent it all on candy.
No.
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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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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But would you do it now ?
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
Would depend on the stakes, on what I would get out of it. If I made a bet in which the terms required the loser to walk around in public with heels on I would do it.
You would get a lot of wolf whistles and more that a few propositions if you tried it in the UK.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
Men are like homing pigeons; we don't need maps or directions!1. Refusal to ask for directions even though I should have reached my destination at least 15 minutes ago.
But, but, the instructions are all in Japanese and it's not our fault if there are two section Fs and no slots for point Ds...and two missing A4 screws. The diagram is also an unreadable scribble which looks like it has been drawn up by a monkey. No, much better to fumble along.2. Refusal to read the instructions on DIY kits even though the task should have finished half an hour ago.
Men never lose arguments.3. Refusal to admit that I lost an argument even though everyone else present realised it at least 10 minutes ago.
Especially if he had a pint in that colourful pub you mentioned the other day.You would get a lot of wolf whistles and more that a few propositions if you tried it in the UK.
Last edited by LitNetIsGreat; 02-13-2012 at 07:35 PM.
It would indeed be unwise unless the wearing of high heels had reached a point where the wearer began to like it. In which case, there would be many of a similar disposition inviting him to join the club.
Especially if he had a pint in that colourful pub you mentioned the other day.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
Bah! Litnet is always implying that I'm gender-impared, I don't get this kind of guff in real life. Women and men are expected to be able to chop wood and clean* a deer in the frozen rural wastelands of Northern Alberta.
*to "clean" means to "gut" in the language of you soft-handed scholars who wouldn't know a compound bow from a recurve bow.
Last edited by JuniperWoolf; 02-15-2012 at 05:57 AM.
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You were born in rural northern Alberta. My dear, there was never any chance of you not becoming gender-impaired.
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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You were born in rural northern Alberta. My dear, there was never any chance of you not becoming gender-impaired.Ha ha, you got there before I did. I think a small reminder now and again would be in order.
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.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
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
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