Monday, November 29, 2004
Catching up
A collage of randomness:
I'm so sorry for freaking out on you yesterday. Forgive me? Please?
Salons should never be called Irene. Salon Irene. Ha! If that happens, they are definitely not allowed to be on a street where I often travel by public transport. Having Come on Eileen stuck in your head all day can do you in. I so would not lie about this.
I heard a fascinating story about a study done after world war ii today, but unfortunately, my google skills are the suck, and I can't find proof that it actually was a study. Nonetheless... The fun summary. Apparently the American GI's all liked the idea of a British girlfriend and therefore went out of their way to find, meet and otherwise be entertained by the British women. In the states, it's not uncommon for a date to end with a goodnight kiss. This is, and has been, normal and not forward in any sense of the word. Apparently, at the time of the war, good night kisses were a tiny step away from a romp in the bedroom for a British girl. So here we had American troops thinking that all the British girls were easy, considering for every goodnight kiss they got, the girl would disrobe and jump into bed, and we had all the British women thinking that American men were incredibly forward and stupendously fast. All the while each wondered what in the world was wrong with the other.
Well, fine, but I found it fascinating.
You know when you like something and you know that no matter how hard you try to explain the coolness and awesomeness that it is that no one will get it? Despite all of your best efforts? Every single one of them?
Yeah, that's how I feel.
There's no such thing as too much kitten love. Ever.
Especially when they haven't mastered the joy of retracting their claws.
I'm smiley. And I'm giddy.
And I like it.
I'm so sorry for freaking out on you yesterday. Forgive me? Please?
Salons should never be called Irene. Salon Irene. Ha! If that happens, they are definitely not allowed to be on a street where I often travel by public transport. Having Come on Eileen stuck in your head all day can do you in. I so would not lie about this.
I heard a fascinating story about a study done after world war ii today, but unfortunately, my google skills are the suck, and I can't find proof that it actually was a study. Nonetheless... The fun summary. Apparently the American GI's all liked the idea of a British girlfriend and therefore went out of their way to find, meet and otherwise be entertained by the British women. In the states, it's not uncommon for a date to end with a goodnight kiss. This is, and has been, normal and not forward in any sense of the word. Apparently, at the time of the war, good night kisses were a tiny step away from a romp in the bedroom for a British girl. So here we had American troops thinking that all the British girls were easy, considering for every goodnight kiss they got, the girl would disrobe and jump into bed, and we had all the British women thinking that American men were incredibly forward and stupendously fast. All the while each wondered what in the world was wrong with the other.
Well, fine, but I found it fascinating.
You know when you like something and you know that no matter how hard you try to explain the coolness and awesomeness that it is that no one will get it? Despite all of your best efforts? Every single one of them?
Yeah, that's how I feel.
There's no such thing as too much kitten love. Ever.
Especially when they haven't mastered the joy of retracting their claws.
I'm smiley. And I'm giddy.
And I like it.
notes:
Sounds pretty good to me. "Freaking out" like that you can repeat any time you like.
The study on kissing is familiar to me too, I believe I read about it in the New Yorker in a review of Malcolm Gladwell's book "The Tipping Point", in any case the two things are loosely entwined in my memory.
Now just work on them claws..........
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The study on kissing is familiar to me too, I believe I read about it in the New Yorker in a review of Malcolm Gladwell's book "The Tipping Point", in any case the two things are loosely entwined in my memory.
Now just work on them claws..........
