Through an email from Champs-Elysees (French learning CDs), I came across this gem from an American living in France. I came across this quote, which I love so much that I’m putting it here.
Le pessimiste pense que toutes les femmes sont des garces. L’optimiste l’espère bien.
A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are. –Chauncey Depew
How many of you know men like that or are men like that?
I got tagged over at Yoga Coffee Outlook. So how this works is you Google your first name and 8 different words. I highly recommend putting them in quotes like this: “Liz needs”. The 8 words are: needs, is, likes, wants, gets, says, does, and eats. Then enjoy what comes up on Google.
Here’s my morning entertainment all laid out for yours…
Liz needs… real love (no kidding!)
a MAN! (now how did they know that?)
needs to not keep candy on her desk (wow, seems they’ve been peeking into my office)
Liz is… working
Liz likes… it hot (hmm…wonder what “it” is?)
to talk (yes, I do)
In that search, I also got “Liz sizzles,” which is why quotes help.
Liz wants… to be on TV (well that depends. No way would I go on TV in one of those reality shows. Not even to get a man.)
Liz gets… a girlfriend (maybe I should reconsider the man)
lucky… with a Pressley (weird, but I’ll take lucky any day.)
Liz says… “Shawn Connery has absolutely the sexiest voice on the planet.” (don’t think so, but okay)
she can’t help it (help what?)
I’m amazing. (Oh, if only. Actually I know people who think I should say that or would at least agree.)
Liz does… some late night reading (all the time)
Liz eats… boys
balls (both titillating answers. Thank you Google for providing fantasies for me and anyone else who reads here.)
Tagging
I watched a couple of Cary Grant movies from the late fifties and sixties this weekend. I’ve seen quite a few. They all have several things in common. There are little relationship lessons to be learned. Perhaps they worked then. Perhaps they work now. Don’t know. Here’s what I’ve learned:
I just loved this article by Violet Blue in the SF Chronicle (I read online only). She tallied up the number uses of different key words advertising for sex in Craigslist in the area. If you want to see the numbers, scroll down to the bottom of the article. Interesting that the financial district has a lot of kinky requests. I wonder if working with all those numbers makes them lustful. It also seems that San Jose has it’s share of married players–at least they are announcing they are married. I’ll bet the numbers are the same for SF, but they just aren’t telling.
In another article though, a drug-resistent gonorrhea bacteria is getting more common. So if you’re answering those ads, be sure to wrap it up!
On another note, they are telling us that water may be rationed this summer. So what are the brilliant minds suggesting? Showering together, of course! How’s that for a new pickup line? Let’s do good for the environment, baby.
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Anyone else out there sick and tired of all the articles about women or directed towards women with the same message “you just don’t add up”? Not a day has gone by in the last month that I haven’t read an article or commentary about how women should be. Oh, and let’s add the other ubiquitous message “it’s all your fault.”
So where aren’t women adding up to expectations? Work, family, bed, as wives/girlfriends, appearance, etc. And men wonder why women are angry. If you internalize these expectations (and even if you don’t they still get to you), you are going to be angry because no one can keep up. The expectations change too. So we have these rules that women should follow to be good, hot, pleasant women (pick your adjective) and then the rules change constantly. It’s no longer enough to enjoy sex, now women have to perform like porn stars and that includes looking like one too (boobs, hairlessness). Or there are the parenting articles that get women constantly concerned that they are failing their children. As if these articles are necessary. I don’t see these articles directed to men. Then the gender gap in the workplace is blamed on women.
It seems to me that it has gotten worse in recent years. I always remember there being expectations, but I can’t remember a time when they seemed so contradictory and constantly changing. So with the constantly changing expectations of society and the constant blame when you don’t measure up, what is a woman to do? Can I just opt out of the game?
If so, check out shaveeverywhere.com. It’s so corny and smarmy that it’s funny. I think I should dare Mr. Fab to outdo this site. I want to leave you with this columnist’s point of view because I think he writes about it best. Enjoy!
The time has come to increase the IQ of this blog. Perhaps then I will get more reasonable searches. I’d love to know how these keywords arrive at my blog: amateur porn festival, silicon doll, groped gal vids, girls getting muddy and hot girls playroom. I’m actually a bit concerned about the people doing these searches. First, I’ve never written about any of these things. I think one word in each actually is part of a post somewhere. I also hope that I don’t know any of these people. I know some oddities and searches like this wouldn’t be unusual.
Someone also arrived here by searching for the “french equivalent of silicon valley.” Now, if anyone in France reads this, please correct me if I’m wrong. I think that Grenoble is called the silicon valley of France. The whole area is dominated by high tech industries and is a huge draw for geeky engineers and skiers. Hmm. Imagine a geeky French engineer. That French accent.
I also can’t tell you the best gyne doctor in silicon valley. Although I’d recommend that you check San Jose magazine’s doctor rankings that they do every year.
Another search was “hate living in Silicon Valley.” I’m sorry to hear that. I love it here. If you just moved here, give it six months. It took me quite some time to adjust, but going back to where I came from made me realize how great it is here. I had moved on. The city I loved as a grad student just didn’t have the appeal it once had.
So now, how do I increase the blog’s IQ? I’d like to get readers who are less interested in porn (you won’t find it here) and more interested in life. I could talk about chemistry. I have thought about it some. In fact, this week’s ACS magazine has an article on chemistry bloggers. There are only 100 blogs dedicated to chemistry. I doubt that I could cover chemistry all the time. Besides, I hardly got comments about my grad school years, so it must not be terribly interesting. Yes, porn and sex will bring more readers, but I’d like readers who don’t have sticky keyboards and mice. Sticky keyboards make it difficult to write comments.
Apparently my normal posts bring out the kinks, perverts, crass and horny. Obviously, that won’t help. Now for some smart words: chemistry (ah, but it has a double meaning), physics, calculus, fluorescence (no one comes here from that and I’ve used that one before), lasers, and nuclear magnetic resonance. There!
Time for a view on Silicon Valley…Well, more like San Francisco. The news here is abuzz with the SF mayor’s affair and admission of the affair. Who really cares? While it’s a pretty crappy thing to do to someone, the whole thing is just boring. Newsom is kind of hot. I don’t know him, nor do I know anyone who knows him, so I can’t say anything about his personality. I’m not sure anyone else out here really cares about his life either. It’s splashed all over the news media though. Ooh! Another scandal! Not. Any others out here sighing a collective “who cares”?
The vultures are circling, whether they be the media, Republican opponents or pundits. I seriously doubt that this story has any legs after a year or so. And what’s with the hand wringing over what this does to San Francisco’s reputation? As if politicians elsewhere don’t have affairs.
I’m in a bit of a philosophical mood. I haven’t thought about this question in awhile, and I don’t think I ever came to a conclusion. If you can have sex without love and love without sex, what is love? How do you know? Can it be determined by “measuring” what you would do for the other person?
I think women tend to be at a disadvantage here because we’re taught that you should have sex without love. Perhaps men are taught the same thing, but they don’t act like it. Why is that? I don’t have an answer for that either. It doesn’t make any sense that one gender would think about sex differently, unless that is exactly what we are taught. Of course, by controlling women’s sexuality, you control men’s as well.
Back to love…I think I’d feel better if I had a definition. Certainty. Isn’t that what everyone wants? all I have are questions. If I don’t know if I love someone, how do I know if the other person does? I don’t think you can possibly know with any certainty. I’m not talking about “in love”–that’s pure infatuation. I know lots of people who talk about being “in love,” but with terms like that you can also be “out of love.” Love is more than chemical–that happy, feel-good cocktail of chemicals running through the brain.
Back to sex…Everyone’s favorite subject, right? For something so simple, we humans certainly have a lot of problems in this area. How did it become so complicated? Should it be complicated? Is it possible to have sex without any emotions? Honestly, aren’t emotions of some sort always there, even if there’s no real attachment? The chemical brain cocktail after sex encourages attachment. I’ve watched too many shows on this stuff. I learn a lot about the brain and body, but I never quite figure out the answers to my questions. I know it’s possible to have sex without attachment.
I once asked a friend of mine about love and how he knew he loved his wife. He said he just knew. I understand that, but I have no way of explaining that. I know too. It’s a gut thing. Intuition perhaps. Or you might say that you feel it in your bones. However, most people I have talked to have never known this “knowing” that they love.
So sex and love tangled together… Not for me. Sex can be good. Love can be good. Let’s face it–they can be bad too. But, love and sex makes for one wild ride!
