Still goes in the stupid category.Originally Posted by JuniperWoolf
The specific mention was in a professional capacity.
In that case, the mock-sexist just isn't going to work. Maybe in 1950, but not now.
No way.
How could you have missed that one?
It was in a professional situation.
One needs to be really close and friendly to be able to pull off a joke like that.
I have a colleague who keeps calling me (not so much others) "sweetie" and "darling". As you might have noticed, I am anything but... I would like to do something about it but not sure how to proceed.
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There are some occasions when it may be ok.
1/ The lady in question is called Babette or Babe for short.
2/She has just called her male co-worker Honey, and he responds in kind.
3/ They are an item, and he has permission.
4/ He was talking to a small pig that rounds up sheep.
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Oh my word!
I've been staying in the "adult district: in Wellington. I think I saw a little number in black that's just right for you!
I'll get one Next, they'll refuse to have a Nazi pope.
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Thank you, Atheist, I can't wait to slip on my new leather threads
I guess, if Jockys party is off; I'll just have to wear it to the church Christmas partyYou know, I really liked old John Paul II, I was about to convert to Catholicism
I don't think there is a little box we can put Jocky in; he's an original. So we have to judge all of his actions on their own merit. Isn't that right, Babe?
You should feel pleased Papayahead, he never called me Babe; Unless Schizo is the new Urban term...
Are you both really moderators
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I'd try joking (I usually do). Say something like "I'm not your sweety, muffin," in a really good mock-condescending way.
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Now lets be clear. We are not talking about Jockey using the term Babe, we are talking about my coworker saying that in a professional setting.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
I'm not worried about being called babe in a blokes thread, that's like going to the beach and being worried about bringing sand home it's in the professional setting which is irksome and which is what we are talking about.You should feel pleased Papayahead, he never called me Babe; Unless Schizo is the new Urban term...
yes, why?Are you both really moderators
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Okay, so here I am, sitting around in my cute leather outfit, I have sand in places that I really find objectionable (because I made a lightening stop at the nude beach to admire the moons); I have just drank my fifth bombay and soda which loosens my tongue...and I find out I am on "the thread" with all moderatorsI'm not worried about being called babe in a blokes thread, that's like going to the beach and being worried about bringing sand home it's in the professional setting which is irksome and which is what we are talking about.
yes, why?I'll just sneak into the kitchen and fry some bacon
I'm not worried about being called babe in a blokes thread, that's like going to the beach and being worried about bringing sand home it's in the professional setting which is irksome and which is what we are talking about.
yes, why?
Dear Cold ale BLOKES thread.
As this thread is now appears to be Lit Net's agony column,I am turning to you for advice. The other day my wife threw out my sandwich. My sandwich! Does this mean she has lost all respect for me? What punishment would you deem appropriate.
yours in hope . Prendrelemick
Nothing like the sizzle of fat back and a cozy fire! But we must be cautious Comedian if you fry it up before sunrise. The glowing eyes you see around the perimeter of camp are not necessarily the customary opossums, kiwis, and raccoons. Magnus Pedi is quite fond of bacon given the fact that feral hogs are considered a delicacy.
Settees in the camp? Have we not been served sufficiently well over these many weeks by our finely honed slabs of slate? Prendrelemick put a lot of elbow grease into those pieces. What concerns me more is the missing three handled moss covered family gredunza. What method can we employ to find it?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBokGmwXWfs
As for the “little mares” that continue to saunter into our camp, I’ve constructed a nice paddock around the back side of the cave. We’ll keep em in there for the time being.
Place her in the paddock with the others.
Gilliatt
It's that incense and loose dresses, I'm sure of it.
Have you tried the direct approach?
Go up to him/her and say, "That really gives me the *****"?
Failing that, a punch in the face usually works!
Throw me in a couple of eggs, woman.I'll just sneak into the kitchen and fry some bacon
I'll leave that one to jocky.Dear Cold ale BLOKES thread.
As this thread is now appears to be Lit Net's agony column,
yours in hope . Prendrelemick
I'm stumped.
That's a meat I haven't had in years, but I'll swear to it being the tastiest, juciest, best meat ever.
I don't like factory pork, but give me an honest-to-god wild porker and I'm a happy man. Free range pig doesn't even come close to a wild one.
They burn well in a crisis.
There's nothing better to get a man off your case than to come up behind him in an empty hall and with great familiarity, grab his butt cheeks...you will be "mam'd" the rest of your life
1. How old was your sandwich?Dear Cold ale BLOKES thread.
As this thread is now appears to be Lit Net's agony column,
yours in hope . Prendrelemick
2. Did she ever respect you...and, do you care; I always find that when people start respecting me, the romance is slipping out the window!
I was going to ask for my paddock to have an alcove and pink drapes; but now that I find that the admirable jocky is also a moderator...No wonder he does all those 360's.
What man can tolerate the call of the wild and the call of the banshees...
I will snarf down my sandwich and be off...
Throw me in a couple of eggs, woman.
I'd love to, but I have a date with pleasure. One of those moons at the nude beach turned out to be a straight arrow and we're going to South Beach to watch the stars
oye, I couldn't imagine grabbing a coworker in that manner and it may potentially open up the possibility of charges against me.
Scher - Moderatorbut now that I find that the admirable jocky is also a moderator...
Papaya - Moderator
Jocky - Not
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Yes, all of this sexual harassment stuff both gives and eliminates our rights: anyway, back when I was much cuter and much, much smaller; I had a good amount of annoying work admirers...I finally grabbed ones backside in the hall one day...From then on it was "Yes ma'am"
oye, I couldn't imagine grabbing a coworker in that manner and it may potentially open up the possibility of charges against me.
Scher - Moderator
Papaya - Moderator
Jocky - Not
Oh, gosh I'm dense, that was what I meant by "are you both moderators"; I thought Jocky was up there too...
Good god. If I were 25 nowadays, I'd be in jail.
I have great difficulty with this whole thing. When I was in my 20s I had affairs with several women I worked with. They all sprang out of mutual attraction and sexual innuendo.
Yet, I could confidently predict that no woman I've ever worked with would ever consider anything I did to be unseemly or improper. I was able to be sweet to prudes without ever them ever raising an eyebrow in my presence, although I must say that given enough time and effort, even the old maiden aunts at work will respond to the tiniest bit of sexual innuendo.
Nowadays, they'd bring back stocks to deal with me.
And why did things change?
Because we (men) mistakenly allowed you to believe you were our equals!.
Idiots.
In days when sexual discrimination at work existed, there was no "power" over women, because if the boss started getting amorous, she'd just leave and go work at the next supermarket. But give them "equality" and one wants to be promoted faster than another so she has an affair with the boss, while another boss uses the carrot of a better job to coerce a subordinate into sexual favours.
While I blame my forefathers for this appalling state of affairs [!], I have to concede that it is all women's own fault, because if you'd gladly stuck to the kitchen/library/school/nurse's uniform/supermarket checkout, none of this would have come to pass.
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