tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post177104674987487556..comments2023-09-04T04:42:49.380-05:00Comments on The Chicago Chronicles: Four legs good; two legs bad?JChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-80601333588547937192008-06-25T23:00:00.000-05:002008-06-25T23:00:00.000-05:00I hear someone has a tiny stinger.I hear someone has a tiny stinger.JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-50428913031794294152008-06-25T02:03:00.000-05:002008-06-25T02:03:00.000-05:00So anyway! Beehive sex!So anyway! Beehive sex!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-21852510536181842702008-06-24T23:22:00.000-05:002008-06-24T23:22:00.000-05:00Oh, and to follow up on your theory, there are tim...Oh, and to follow up on your theory, there are times when I've been out alone in a restaurant, and a member of a couple will spot me and not very subtly do the "Look, but don't make it obvious. That woman over there is eating alone." Then the partner will slo-o-owly turn around, glance at me, and look quickly away. And I laugh to myself and think, "I'm eating dinner, not being hit by a car!"<BR/><BR/>Partially it's being single more often than not, coupled with a history of dating men who make no social time for me, but I'm used to eating/going out alone a lot, and to me it's perfectly normal and comfortable. I forget that to some people it's tragic.<BR/><BR/>Thanks Jennyg! You nailed it!JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-31273956202115804802008-06-24T22:39:00.000-05:002008-06-24T22:39:00.000-05:00THIS is why I have smart friends with degrees in s...THIS is why I have smart friends with degrees in social psych. I like your take, and it makes sense. Although I've noticed some interesting corollaries: when I make conversation with women, they tend to be friendly; when I make conversation with guys, they tend to assume I'm hitting on them and become sort of awkward. Or their wives/gfs make it a point of introducing themselves. It amuses me. Me, the threatening predator.JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-22991547691688310402008-06-24T09:25:00.000-05:002008-06-24T09:25:00.000-05:00It could be (very misplaced) "civil disinterest," ...It could be (very misplaced) "civil disinterest," the same phenomenon that makes us look away when we pass someone disabled, or in emotional distress. I'm sure you've encountered the attitude of, "Oh, you poor thing, I'm sure you don't want to be single." And to the extent that these happily coupled folks view singledom as some type of handicap, they may be avoiding eye contact to spare you the embarrassment of being seen walking (gasp!) alone. Other folks who clearly have no problem being out on their own (as evidenced by the fact that they <I>are</I> out on their own), see no such problem, and thus can be civil without being disinterested.Jenny Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135836931860860735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-63457311867773234202008-06-24T03:50:00.000-05:002008-06-24T03:50:00.000-05:00Yesh. We're very sixties. See that? We.Yesh. We're very sixties. See that? We.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-85136686217598469182008-06-23T22:55:00.000-05:002008-06-23T22:55:00.000-05:00YOU are in no position to make fun. You WE'd me an...YOU are in no position to make fun. You WE'd me and had beehive sex.JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-91789684339498214382008-06-23T07:10:00.000-05:002008-06-23T07:10:00.000-05:00What's "make or female" mean?What's "make or female" mean?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com