Avoid Sarcasm. Altogether.

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The above mantra in this artcile (which is actually interestng and important) is making me howl with inappropriate laughter. Like in a bad crack!fic sort of way. I think the dust from this moving thing is getting to me.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/30/magazine/30feminism.html

Also the girl? Truly fancies the sarcasm. But perhaps that's why she's not a boy.

In truth, I have long and artful things to say about this piece, but that's for another time. I'm a bit exhausted right now and the reliaities it's presenting are pissing me off.

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Oh, I'm so glad I got to leave the work force and become dependent on a man! Good thing I lost ten IQ points in the process, too! Now I know I'm more attractive! And to think I thought that big, important career job was meaningful somehow! Gosh, I bet other girls are so jealous that I get to be a stay-at-home artist now. Well, sorry, girls, not everybody gets to become disabled!

...funny, I've been using sarcasm as an intelligence test for years. Any date who can't see past the dumb-blonde act the first time I whip it out gets seriously downgraded. Anybody who doesn't get my sense of humor, or instead of passing back the witty conversation, gives a girlish laugh and says "Oh, you're so smart," in that vapid tone - so out of there.

I admit to being old-fashioned about the paying thing, but in a different way: whoever asks the other out is offering to pay, last I checked. By the second or third date, sure, it's time to split some checks.

Now I want to tell the boyfriend he only has "boy money". Except that would be mean right now since he's job-hunting his ass off to support me. I just want to say that to someone, though. Wish I'd done that when I still had the $50K Microsoft job. "Allow me. Please. You only have Apple money."

And I forgot to mention earlier: you (both) looked lovely at the dance in those pictures! And yes, there was a certain air of the Yule Ball at Hogwarts circa Napoleon about you. (Oh, God, no, no Regency-era Rowling fic, must beat that idea to death with stick right now.)