There are times when I see gender issues everywhere. And there are times when I see most of those gender issues as incidental to something else.
This week seems to be the latter. I've written a bit on my blog lately about odd gender differences at the Olympics (Women's gymnastics? What's with the sixties leftover dance moves? Why are Frankie and Annette at the Olympics?) and the thing with the woman who got all famous by blogging about having sex with some guys in DC (Who cares? Isn't women seeing sex as just sex kind of a good thing?) and in both cases not been big on the Larger Cultural Context.
I have more questions than answers most of the time, anyhow. That's not a bad thing.
This week seems to be the latter. I've written a bit on my blog lately about odd gender differences at the Olympics (Women's gymnastics? What's with the sixties leftover dance moves? Why are Frankie and Annette at the Olympics?) and the thing with the woman who got all famous by blogging about having sex with some guys in DC (Who cares? Isn't women seeing sex as just sex kind of a good thing?) and in both cases not been big on the Larger Cultural Context.
I have more questions than answers most of the time, anyhow. That's not a bad thing.
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Date: 2004-08-18 06:24 pm (UTC)Circumstances alter cases, of course; I'm not going to blame a secretary whose married boss took out a major power trip on her. But in general? Don't boff my husband without asking me, please. Doubleplusuncool, and yes, I will blame you as well as him.
Now, I'm pretty sure my husband hasn't boffed anybody but me. He has, however, been headhunted after a fashion (the story is told third-person, but it's me and him, as I explained later), so I will admit to having some skin in this game. Those tracking bias take note.