Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
When women make these noises, as they frequently do in public, on buses, in shops, at films etc, do they disable the navigation system of the local bats?
Wow, that was painful to watch. Not the bird, but a human being so radically disconnected from reality. She's make a terrible farm girl. My wife and daughters help slaughter chickens and goats.
I don't know about farm girls, but I have yet to meet a girl who wouldn't squeak in fright at the sight of a bug. So it's not too surprising to me that this girl shrieked.
Personally, I'm the exact opposite of Screaming Blondie - ever since I could drive, I've wanted to run over small animals in the road. I haven't, though, and Isuspect it would be immoral.
Teaching in a girls' school does inure one, most of the time. Mind you, I'm now slightly deaf, with severe loss of acuity.
Girls are not only shrill: they're devious, spiteful and sly. Despite the noise, mess and aggresion, boys are infinitely preferable: you know where you are with them.
"I wonder how many abortions she's had without batting an eye."
I figured out the solution to abortion: Make Disney produce anthropomorphic videos about fetuses.
Histor
P.S. I'm betting she's relied exclusively on Plan B. The young folks are canny in their use of anti-reproductive medications nowadays. Goes with the general technological skills.
I didn't need to watch the whole thing to begin to understand your misogyny.
The last time I hit a bird, my daughter Anastasia and I were driving to or from Chicago- a 16 hr road trip. We drove, we talked, we camped, we gossiped, we listened to Johnny Cash, we drank Mike's hard lemonade and we decided that Ana really would go to Loyola this Fall.
And we never even noticed the bird that was morphed into the front grill. No idea when we hit it. And there was no remorse involved.
I was in a car, that I was not driving, when we hit a cat, once upon a time. The road followed the local rail line and the cat had been startled by a train and was dashing in a panic across the road. I have to admit, I gasped loudly, and, being a softie at heart, I cried a little bit.
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Wow, that was painful to watch. Not the bird, but a human being so radically disconnected from reality. She's make a terrible farm girl. My wife and daughters help slaughter chickens and goats.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about farm girls, but I have yet to meet a girl who wouldn't squeak in fright at the sight of a bug. So it's not too surprising to me that this girl shrieked.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I'm the exact opposite of Screaming Blondie - ever since I could drive, I've wanted to run over small animals in the road. I haven't, though, and Isuspect it would be immoral.
Histor
Teaching in a girls' school does inure one, most of the time. Mind you, I'm now slightly deaf, with severe loss of acuity.
ReplyDeleteGirls are not only shrill: they're devious, spiteful and sly. Despite the noise, mess and aggresion, boys are infinitely preferable: you know where you are with them.
Sorry - 'aggression'.
ReplyDeleteMemo to self: use preview function.
I'm no farm girl, but I live in a more rural area now than the town where I grew up, and dead animals don't really intimidate me much.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine one of my sister's friends acting like that, however.
I blame Walt Disney. It's all those anthropomorphic "educational" animal films every Sunday night.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
-John-
I just had a most unpleasant thought re-watching the hysteria:
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many abortions she's had without batting an eye.
You see, that's why women shouldn't get to vote.
ReplyDeleteCombining John's comment with this...
ReplyDelete"I wonder how many abortions she's had without batting an eye."
I figured out the solution to abortion: Make Disney produce anthropomorphic videos about fetuses.
Histor
P.S. I'm betting she's relied exclusively on Plan B. The young folks are canny in their use of anti-reproductive medications nowadays. Goes with the general technological skills.
I didn't need to watch the whole thing to begin to understand your misogyny.
ReplyDeleteThe last time I hit a bird, my daughter Anastasia and I were driving to or from Chicago- a 16 hr road trip. We drove, we talked, we camped, we gossiped, we listened to Johnny Cash, we drank Mike's hard lemonade and we decided that Ana really would go to Loyola this Fall.
And we never even noticed the bird that was morphed into the front grill. No idea when we hit it. And there was no remorse involved.
I was in a car, that I was not driving, when we hit a cat, once upon a time. The road followed the local rail line and the cat had been startled by a train and was dashing in a panic across the road. I have to admit, I gasped loudly, and, being a softie at heart, I cried a little bit.
ReplyDeleteBut I did it quietly.
Sorry, Hilary, I just wanted to make sure I got that. You "gasped loudly", "quietly"? Is that right?
ReplyDeletegasped loudly first, having momentarily forgotten myself, then cried quietly, deeply mortified to find girly emotions lurking unpurged in my bosom.
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