2. my brother is a male feminist and the idea behind it is that all of us are human beings and my adopting a "masculine" gender role, men deprive themselves of the chance to develop their full potential.
NO, this does not mean "get in touch with your feminine side, guys, let's all hug and sing a song"... it also means that women do the same by adopting feminine" gender roles.
basically, it means that the issue isn't "women's rights versus men's rights" but that both are the same really
You mean I don't have to go around wearing a dress to get in touch with my feminine?Originally Posted by SleepyWitch
More important question, what ever happened to smilingtearz?I miss her.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
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nope, that's what you have to do to make me laughYou mean I don't have to go around wearing a dress to get in touch with my feminine?
question: why do computer programmes (especially graphic design programmes if that's what you call them? e.g. Corel, Freehand..) never do what I want them to do?
who said they do?
Bah, humbug. Have you ever heard of Scrooge?
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Because they are written by computer programmers who, by all accounts, spend very little time in the same physical reality as the rest of us.
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
I guess THAT is another unanswerable question...
. . .and I think to myself, what a wonderful world. . .
HERE'S ONE FOR ALL OF YOU!!!
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?~~ Do they think the corpse is going anywhere??
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
well, that was supposed to be funny ha ha...i'm guessing i didn't succeed
sorry
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
You don't know?!!! Maybe dear old grandma is going to become a VAMPYRE! you never know.
Why are all the statues in churches always sad or crying? shouldn't there be a happy jesus or something? (I'm probably gonna get killed for posting this
Shall these bones live?
Why whenever you choose the shortest line in the supermarket, THAT is probably the slowest???? (talk about a Murphy's Law, right???)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
feminist means equal rights so of course there are male feminists
The suffix "ist" means "of, relating to, or characteristic of " - so, technically, the word "feminist" means "of, relating to, or characteristic of females." Nothing in there about "equal rights." People who claim feminist identity may be very concerned about female rights, but the name is not synonymous with equal rights. (Hence my quibbling over on the "feminism dismantling patriarchism" thread...)
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." - C.S. Lewis
I suppose you mean you encounter bugs? I'm not sure what bugs you can have in a graphics program. Well, programming a program and than debugging it takes a lot of time and usually companies don't have the time so they force programmers to program faster and then you end up with a program which needs 15 more patches for it to work properly...
"Dullness. Ethereal, ephemeral, allegorical dullness. The blunt boredom rises from the gorge of her insufferable lips and floats like the tiniest feather of a long dead bird until it lands, naked and tired memory next to your fleshy feet. But she is gone now, away, away, like all the others, away, away! Only I, poet man, has chosen to stay. And I welcome you, travelers, to the memory catacombs of the Brunnen-G!" (c) Poet Man
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