I am flabbergasted that on my etymological journeyings I have not yet found the word 'ego' pertaining to the word we now know as 'man'.
I'm sorry to sound so ridiculously feminist but can a woman not make opposite-sex-oriented ponderings? Yes, she can. And here I am. Doing just that.
When a woman says she's not interested - she's not. She's just not. Perhaps this doesn't fit into your plan of self-righteous ego-massaging, wishful thinking and general i'mamanandweruletheworldsoi'llgetwhatiwantevenifitdoesn'twantme misinterpretation on the importance of your own sex. But we really mean that we're. not. interested.
Okay perhaps that last paragraph contained more judgement than ponderments and I'm usually pro-man but I blame history - yes, you! History! I also blame Christianity. And I'm not anti-Christian. I just blame it. For so many reasons I can't even bring myself to write about: I'd end up chewing the fucking keyboard.
On a completely unrelated note: I'm not swearing half as much as I usually do. Perhaps all this time spent around children is doing me good in more ways than one. My nephews and nephette (thanks Shelley's ex-boyfriend) keep me breathing.
I might dye my hair a normal colour next. We'll see.
I should probably eat something. Toodles poodles.
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