A break from our usual scheduled programming
Ugh, am still swamped (as expected, got to bed well after 4 a.m., so am feeling hardly perky), but just now had a surprising realization about my choice of friends.
As one of my pals smarmily joked that there was no way I could have belonged to the tomboy club as a child (dammit, I did. I did!), I noticed something about the people I generally tend to hang about with.
Almost without exception, all of my female friends were tomboys. Sure, I've befriended a couple of the girly types, but those I consider nearest and dearest were just as inclined to hate wearing dresses at school as I was (playing in a dress only gets fun when you're older and inclined to naughtiness. But even then, it's better just to take the damn thing off).
And male friends? Again, almost without exception -- all guys that generally get along better with women. Or are gay. (While there are a few exceptions to this rule, most manly-man types I've befriended generally just want to touch my boobs.)
Huh.
As one of my pals smarmily joked that there was no way I could have belonged to the tomboy club as a child (dammit, I did. I did!), I noticed something about the people I generally tend to hang about with.
Almost without exception, all of my female friends were tomboys. Sure, I've befriended a couple of the girly types, but those I consider nearest and dearest were just as inclined to hate wearing dresses at school as I was (playing in a dress only gets fun when you're older and inclined to naughtiness. But even then, it's better just to take the damn thing off).
And male friends? Again, almost without exception -- all guys that generally get along better with women. Or are gay. (While there are a few exceptions to this rule, most manly-man types I've befriended generally just want to touch my boobs.)
Huh.
posted by /hg | 12:46 p.m.
2 Comments:
*Here from Tali's Blog*
I love being one of those exceptions. I'm even a further exception to that exception. A section of guys who get along better with women than men, and who make great friends; without sacrificing their flirtatious and manly nature. Yes, I want to touch the boobs of most of my friends, and no, they don't care because they really like the friendship.
I suspect Amos Beechwill is another sort of this exception, I'll have to ask him next time I see him.
Ahhhh... An interesting theory. Friendship and wanting to touch the boobs.
Certainly something to ponder on the next time some guy stares at my chest...
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