Furthering a thought

Frank's post reminded me of a comment made on the flight to the US. Well, it was after we had landed, and everyone was standing, awkwardly, waiting for the doors to open (which took inordinately long). Now, remember that we flew Aer Lingus, direct from Dublin to Boston.

Discussion in the row behind us (and we're all standing up now...)

Woman 1: "I wanted to exercise more, but there was just no time."

Woman 2: "Oh I know what you mean. And the food! Irish women just don't care about how they look, do they? They eat all this fatty food!"

W1: "I can't wait to get back and have some salads, you know?"

W2: "And the drinking! I mean, Irish women just drink like crazy, don't they. They drink so much! They eat tons of food and drink a huge amount."

I was, literally gobsmacked. I wanted to turn to her, put on my thickest (Southside) accent and say something like "You really should watch what you say on an IRISH airline, especially when you're returning to the fattest country in the world."

And the second woman? Who the heck forced the fish and chips down her gob?! If I remember right, every freaking menu has a salad on it! And the salads in Ireland are much better than the ones here, let me tell you...

No, I was a chicken, I didn't want to start anything, but jjjjjjjjjjeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Morphing classical art

About three minutes of mind-warping effects: watch the smooth morphing between the faces that are on 500 Years of Female Portraits in Western Art.

Phobia or Hidden Truth?

Why do you think some guys cringe at being in a bra or lingerie shop, while others don't care? The same division happens when the request is made to stop and pick up tampons on the way home. A set of neurons is either there or not, at birth, I think, same way you're either afraid of heights or not.

When I sent the above to a couple of friends with a picture of the racks (so to speak) in the bra shop this morning, one responded I just need to refer to a Father Ted episode to understand it's a fear of being caught in there alone.

Womanly?

I have recently been accused of not being sure if I was female. I believe the quote was "I know you have boobies, but are you SURE you're a girl?!"

See, I stink at fashion. I can't match clothes to save my life, hence being a bit of a goth in high school. Yes, a bit. Cause you can match anything with white, grey and black. They all go together! I still have problems matching clothes, tho I have had a bit of advice on it, which makes it all easier. But I have no idea on many many fashion things. For example:

Earrings...when to wear dangly ones, and when to stick with studs.
When I ask "Does this make me look fat?" I honestly have no idea.
Which eyeshadow in the little compact goes where? They give you THREE, with no instructions!
Lipstick.
Fake tan (I am experimenting with it now, and will be called out on it sometime soon, I'm sure).
Shoes...ah shoes. Heels? Heck no. I live in Tevas or in my Ecco boots. Occasionally, I've been known to throw on a knee high brown boot, or my fake Chuck Taylors. I have many friends who insist on me buying heels. Which is a great time for all, as I don't know what shoes to get, or even really how to walk in them. Many dresses (oh, I have a few! You don't have to match things with dresses!) have been ruined by the heel of my heels.

But I can do other things. Cook. I make a mean...well, too many to list. But I make 'em good. And I love to cook for friends. I'm learning to knit (and iffy on that, but sticking to it). And I can read a blog post like no one's business.

But as for womanly, like the Mummys up at LittleBoy's school? /shakes head Not.Gonna.Happen.