Sexily-dressed women

[Serendipper]

Stupid literal yank. If you knew anything about me you would know that I've often said similar.

What? You've protested when a woman wanted a repairman to come fix her leaking roof that she was "commoditizing men", as if roofers were a commodity to be supplied?

If the church is protesting that I give myself a bath lest I become homo, then the church should send the serous sisters to sanctify my sexuality. I suppose the women get the frisky fathers to bathe them for the same reason. Rather than seeing the humor in it, you've seized the opportunity to embark on a righteous crusade against some illusory persecution of women while overlooking the real atrocities befalling men.

I'm pretty sure I have never had a discussion on here about leaking roofs, or ever in my life used the expression 'commoditizing men' (or anyone or anything else for that matter).

It went right over your head If you can't understand the sort of exemplification that I've formerly found to be completely obvious to seemingly everyone I've ever interacted with my entire life, then I cannot imagine what you are able to understand. What joy could you possibly derive from a philosophy forum while not being able to see beyond the literal? Do you know what it means to not be able to see the forest for the trees? Or are you conveniently feigning ignorance?

[vegetariantaxidermy]

What? You've protested when a woman wanted a repairman to come fix her leaking roof that she was "commoditizing men", as if roofers were a commodity to be supplied?

If the church is protesting that I give myself a bath lest I become homo, then the church should send the serous sisters to sanctify my sexuality. I suppose the women get the frisky fathers to bathe them for the same reason. Rather than seeing the humor in it, you've seized the opportunity to embark on a righteous crusade against some illusory persecution of women while overlooking the real atrocities befalling men.

I'm pretty sure I have never had a discussion on here about leaking roofs, or ever in my life used the expression 'commoditizing men' (or anyone or anything else for that matter).

It went right over your head If you can't understand the sort of exemplification that I've formerly found to be completely obvious to seemingly everyone I've ever interacted with my entire life, then I cannot imagine what you are able to understand. What joy could you possibly derive from a philosophy forum while not being able to see beyond the literal? Do you know what it means to not be able to see the forest for the trees? Or are you conveniently feigning ignorance?

Why don't you use your other account? I'm not particularly interested in getting into the head of an obvious madman.

[Serendipper]

I'm pretty sure I have never had a discussion on here about leaking roofs, or ever in my life used the expression 'commoditizing men' (or anyone or anything else for that matter).

It went right over your head If you can't understand the sort of exemplification that I've formerly found to be completely obvious to seemingly everyone I've ever interacted with my entire life, then I cannot imagine what you are able to understand. What joy could you possibly derive from a philosophy forum while not being able to see beyond the literal? Do you know what it means to not be able to see the forest for the trees? Or are you conveniently feigning ignorance?

Why don't you use your other account? I'm not particularly interested in getting into the head of an obvious madman.

What other account?

[vegetariantaxidermy]

Writing style is similar to a fingerprint.

[Serendipper]

Writing style is similar to a fingerprint.

Who? I want to look the guy up and see what he's been saying.

[-1-]

Writing style is similar to a fingerprint.

Who? I want to look the guy up and see what he's been saying.

Just ink your fingers and make a print. Same difference.

Or stare at your navel --- in the bathroom mirror.

I used to get indignant at comparisons like that. Because I figured they were reducing me to someone else. Because we each and all feel, that any comparison to anyone else is a reduction of ourselves.

Except when I was compared to Shakespeare by the critics for my writings. It was said about me, "this guy ain't no Shakespeare."

But your approach is novel: who is your doppelganger (or in the case of women, Doppelgangerine)? What does he look like, how does he speak, what's his name, who's his daddy? Is he rich like you?

[Serendipper]

Writing style is similar to a fingerprint.

Who? I want to look the guy up and see what he's been saying.

Just ink your fingers and make a print. Same difference.

Or stare at your navel --- in the bathroom mirror.

I used to get indignant at comparisons like that. Because I figured they were reducing me to someone else. Because we each and all feel, that any comparison to anyone else is a reduction of ourselves.

Except when I was compared to Shakespeare by the critics for my writings. It was said about me, "this guy ain't no Shakespeare."

But your approach is novel: who is your doppelganger (or in the case of women, Doppelgangerine)? What does he look like, how does he speak, what's his name, who's his daddy? Is he rich like you?

My approach has often proven to be novel, which is why I'm so curious of that cat. Veggie may have double gangrene of the tangerine but I have confidence in her prosopognosis ability. Tell it to me slowly; I really need to know; it's the time of the season for wild goose hunting!

[Walker]

I've made an argument that liberals are smarter (on average)... though maybe not that particular one lol

Maybe you can save Brad's bacon for him.

“The erroneous report has been cited 45 times, according to Thomson Reuters Web of Science.
(As a meme it’s been cited more than that.)

“Brad Verhulst, a Virginia Commonwealth University researcher and a co-author of the paper, said he was not sure who was to blame.

“I don’t know where it happened. All I know is it happened,” he told Retraction Watch, a blog that tracks corrections in academic papers. “It’s our fault for not figuring it out before.’”

Source: NY Post sourcing The American Journal of Political Science
Science says liberals, not conservatives, are psychotic
https://nypost.com/2016/06/09/science-s ... ic-traits/



He was 180 degrees wrong.

Brad says he doesn’t know who was to blame. That’s funny. As if anyone is going to investigate, or change their thinking. The error gets the headline, and remembrance. Not like it hasn’t happened before. This story does gets a headline but sadly, because it doesn’t favor Progs, it won’t get a meme to call its own.

No problemo. Just move on, find something else to lie about for those who care.

[Nick_A]

It seems some women get bothered by women who dress sexy wearing miniskirts and the like showing skin, yet on the beach women tend to expose even more skin in their bikinis, etc. without a peep from those disagreeable women.

Is there any sense to this? (doesn't bother me)

PhilX

The beach is one thing and why protest good rump. However a business office is something else. It is foolish to encourage women to dress in sexy business fashion and not expect an occasional pinch on the behind unless she has a "look but don't touch" sign on her behind.

I have a simple solution. Men should wear simple non flattering black business suits. Women should wear formless sack dresses featuring large black and white polka dots so as to avoid any suggestion of racial favoritism. That should solve the "Me too" problem and make everyone happy by taking sex out of the business office.

[Greta]

Following on from Nick's post about failure of male impulse control, I have a story about a similar kind of fellow. I dressed pretty well for a while in my corporate days before retirement delivered me back to the joys t-shirts and shorts. I had a short train trip to the CBD and there was one vacant seat next to a little older fellow in a black suit and a suitcase on his lap ...

So dopey me sits next to him. After a while I felt something on my thigh. I looked down and saw his little thumb rubbing the side of my thigh through my dress from under his suitcase. I looked up and he was looking straight ahead, playing innocent. I looked back to his little wiggly thumb to make sure because I had one of those weird moments where you wonder if it's actually real. I looked back up at him - still looking straight ahead.

I just cracked up - it was like a scene out of a comedy. This silly man and his silly, dirty thumb. He immediately stopped and withdrew Mr Wiggly. He alighted the stop before me and said, "Sorry, but I couldn't resist" and that got me laughing even more. Silly frickin apes without impulse control - like mindless randy dogs trying to hump your leg.

That case was less odd than some. In the 70s a mother of a friend was on a train and the man next to her lifted his newspaper to reveal his John Thomas. She apparently said, "Put it away before it catches cold or I'll hit it with a big stick"

[Walker]

Following on from Nick's post about failure of male impulse control, I have a story about a similar kind of fellow. I dressed pretty well for a while in my corporate days before retirement delivered me back to the joys t-shirts and shorts. I had a short train trip to the CBD and there was one vacant seat next to a little older fellow in a black suit and a suitcase on his lap ...

So dopey me sits next to him. After a while I felt something on my thigh. I looked down and saw his little thumb rubbing the side of my thigh through my dress from under his suitcase. I looked up and he was looking straight ahead, playing innocent. I looked back to his little wiggly thumb to make sure because I had one of those weird moments where you wonder if it's actually real. I looked back up at him - still looking straight ahead.

I just cracked up - it was like a scene out of a comedy. This silly man and his silly, dirty thumb. He immediately stopped and withdrew Mr Wiggly. He alighted the stop before me and said, "Sorry, but I couldn't resist" and that got me laughing even more. Silly frickin apes without impulse control - like mindless randy dogs trying to hump your leg.

That case was less odd than some. In the 70s a mother of a friend was on a train and the man next to her lifted his newspaper to reveal his John Thomas. She apparently said, "Put it away before it catches cold or I'll hit it with a big stick"

That is funny and you handled it well, so to speak.

Men learn about the eyes of other men when walking with and protecting a beautiful, well-dressed woman.

The chemical-hormonal-cocktail mixes a different balance for everyone.

Women are as physically enslaved as men to beauty, just in a different way.

The masculine attention turns outward to see beauty.
The feminine attention looks at itself, often in the mirror.
These are tendencies.

Women are naturally, beautifully vain.
- The vanity is natural and perfect.
- The vanity allows a woman to absorb all that attention from the world and still focus on what she is doing, without distraction.
- Men in the know will honestly and sincerely tell a woman of her beauty every time she emerges for the world to see.
- This isn't flattery. It's a natural, appreciate response as he pinches himself, for how fortunate he is.

- The feminine compares beauty in the world to her own beauty.
- The masculine does not.


There is also a streak of femine vanity in men.
- It varies in degree.
- It accounts for actors, performers, Canadian politicians who need the attention coming in.

[vegetariantaxidermy]

Following on from Nick's post about failure of male impulse control, I have a story about a similar kind of fellow. I dressed pretty well for a while in my corporate days before retirement delivered me back to the joys t-shirts and shorts. I had a short train trip to the CBD and there was one vacant seat next to a little older fellow in a black suit and a suitcase on his lap ...

So dopey me sits next to him. After a while I felt something on my thigh. I looked down and saw his little thumb rubbing the side of my thigh through my dress from under his suitcase. I looked up and he was looking straight ahead, playing innocent. I looked back to his little wiggly thumb to make sure because I had one of those weird moments where you wonder if it's actually real. I looked back up at him - still looking straight ahead.

I just cracked up - it was like a scene out of a comedy. This silly man and his silly, dirty thumb. He immediately stopped and withdrew Mr Wiggly. He alighted the stop before me and said, "Sorry, but I couldn't resist" and that got me laughing even more. Silly frickin apes without impulse control - like mindless randy dogs trying to hump your leg.

That case was less odd than some. In the 70s a mother of a friend was on a train and the man next to her lifted his newspaper to reveal his John Thomas. She apparently said, "Put it away before it catches cold or I'll hit it with a big stick"

Society has got a lot darker though. Especially revolting are men in their fifties. It's actually not safe for attractive young females to go anywhere these days. I didn't realise how bad it was until I started spending a lot of time with my daughter, who has a young baby. She gets vicious nastiness from women, and openly disgusting leering from middle-aged males. It has been a real eye-opener.

[Walker]

Society has got a lot darker though. Especially revolting are men in their fifties. It's actually not safe for attractive young females to go anywhere these days. I didn't realise how bad it was until I started spending a lot of time with my daughter, who has a young baby. She gets vicious nastiness from women, and openly disgusting leering from middle-aged males. It has been a real eye-opener.

A few years ago a father takes a walk with one of his single, adult daughters. Right away he notices the eyes of men turning their way. Heads turning a fraction, eyes hanging on.

Then, while waiting in line for some ice cream, the father notices this one full-grown man, not a socially inept boy, staring at his daughter. The father takes this for about five seconds, then speaks quietly with low energy, pointing his words at just that man. He says hey buddy, and when the man looks at him, he smiles and looks the man right in the eye (the action that triggers monkeys) and he says, knock it off. And the guy does.

Not as hypothetical as you might think. In the wrong situation such a suggestion to a stranger could be trouble, but the father has a habit of assessing, most times accurately.

But what the father took away from it is knowing that men don’t prefer the constant scrutiny upon themselves that pretty, well-dressed women must receive constantly when in public.

It would certainly explain the male tendency to focus on principles and not gossip, or rather, not on himself.

Do you think that pretty women crave the attention that they receive from every passing male and are as hormonally enslaved as the men giving the attention?

[Greta]

Following on from Nick's post about failure of male impulse control, I have a story about a similar kind of fellow. I dressed pretty well for a while in my corporate days before retirement delivered me back to the joys t-shirts and shorts. I had a short train trip to the CBD and there was one vacant seat next to a little older fellow in a black suit and a suitcase on his lap ...

So dopey me sits next to him. After a while I felt something on my thigh. I looked down and saw his little thumb rubbing the side of my thigh through my dress from under his suitcase. I looked up and he was looking straight ahead, playing innocent. I looked back to his little wiggly thumb to make sure because I had one of those weird moments where you wonder if it's actually real. I looked back up at him - still looking straight ahead.

I just cracked up - it was like a scene out of a comedy. This silly man and his silly, dirty thumb. He immediately stopped and withdrew Mr Wiggly. He alighted the stop before me and said, "Sorry, but I couldn't resist" and that got me laughing even more. Silly frickin apes without impulse control - like mindless randy dogs trying to hump your leg.

That case was less odd than some. In the 70s a mother of a friend was on a train and the man next to her lifted his newspaper to reveal his John Thomas. She apparently said, "Put it away before it catches cold or I'll hit it with a big stick"

That is funny and you handled it well, so to speak.

... Women are naturally, beautifully vain.
- The vanity is natural and perfect.
- The vanity allows a woman to absorb all that attention from the world and still focus on what she is doing, without distraction.
- Men in the know will honestly and sincerely tell a woman of her beauty every time she emerges for the world to see.
- This isn't flattery. It's a natural, appreciate response as he pinches himself, for how fortunate he is.

- The feminine compares beauty in the world to her own beauty.
- The masculine does not.

There is also a streak of femine vanity in men.
- It varies in degree.
- It accounts for actors, performers, Canadian politicians who need the attention coming in.

I have another one. I'd moved into a new share home with a couple as housemates. The male of the couple used to tease me at times because I'm pretty nerdy and easy to tease. I gave it back to him - all good.

Anyway, no sooner do I walk into the house than the phone rings. I pick up and there's heavy breathing. I figured it was Simon from another phone in the house and replied, "Oh come on, is that the best you can do?" and the breathing quickened. I followed with things like, "Go on, put a bit of effort into it" and "That's just lame" etc and the breathing was getting ever more strong and rapid. Then Simon walked in the other door and I said "Oh shit" and call hung up. It was another of those moments where you wonder if it really happened.

As for the game of romance and sex and vanity (and insecurity), I'm glad I dove into it for some decades but now I'm glad to be out of it. Life becomes simple when you let all that go. For me, disentangling somewhat from the human social vortex brought back the innocence and fascination for nature of my childhood, forgotten when immersed in relational matters.

[vegetariantaxidermy]

Society has got a lot darker though. Especially revolting are men in their fifties. It's actually not safe for attractive young females to go anywhere these days. I didn't realise how bad it was until I started spending a lot of time with my daughter, who has a young baby. She gets vicious nastiness from women, and openly disgusting leering from middle-aged males. It has been a real eye-opener.

A few years ago a father takes a walk with one of his single, adult daughters. Right away he notices the eyes of men turning their way. Heads turning a fraction, eyes hanging on.

Then, while waiting in line for some ice cream, the father notices this one full-grown man, not a socially inept boy, staring at his daughter. The father takes this for about five seconds, then speaks quietly with low energy, pointing his words at just that man. He says hey buddy, and when the man looks at him, he smiles and looks the man right in the eye (the action that triggers monkeys) and he says, knock it off. And the guy does.

Not as hypothetical as you might think. In the wrong situation such a suggestion to a stranger could be trouble, but the father has a habit of assessing, most times accurately.

But what the father took away from it is knowing that men don’t prefer the constant scrutiny upon themselves that pretty, well-dressed women must receive constantly when in public.

It would certainly explain the male tendency to focus on principles and not gossip, or rather, not on himself.

Do you think that pretty women crave the attention that they receive from every passing male and are as hormonally enslaved as the men giving the attention?

Some might. others find it unbearable. Though I doubt if many young women crave leers from creepy 50yrs+ males.