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Wednesday, February 11. 2009
At AVI. He begins:
Read the whole thing. It would appear that people have become more romantic in their hopes and dreams.
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 15:00 | Comments (15) | Trackbacks (0)
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Are we talking about the most unstable, spoiled, disconnected segment of our society? Liberal white women. If we are. Then their looking for a man who is President of their country , who is black. I read it here today a few posts down.
Nice to see another beer temperature tester. I like her better. Not enough to drink my own . . . . . . . . . . . Not going down that road again.
I was recently inspired to look up my very first childhood crushes. Not passing fantasy but serious heartfelt lust / "what would it be like to be married to them" crushes. They were cute and quiet girls with “emotional stability, dependable character and ambition” (ambition in that they were above average students). They were from 3 different cities and schools. I hadn’t thought much about them in many years, but as I said, was recently inspired to.
Through the magic of some long lost contacts and internet resources I found all three women. I was expecting housewife, pre-school teacher, nurse.. lots of kids.. stuff like that. But what I found out disturbed me.
All three have kept their maiden names. Only one appears to have a child (one daughter). And all three are today... attorneys. All three. No kidding. What are the odds?
Here’s the punchline: I hate attorneys. I avoid them like the plague. On blogs or as neighbors, okay, but doing business with them or living with them no friggin way.
Is there anybody who knows what this means? I am quite disturbed by this.
CC, sorry you are so upset. Maybe you should give yourself a pat on the back for having the wisdom in not marrying one of the three. Call it good karma on your part. As to what it means? Beats the heck out of me.
My neighbor is a lawyer. I randomly shoot at his house, when I'm tipsy. Kidding. On that front I know what you mean.
If we ever have real rough economic times we'll have emotional stability, dependable character and ambition ranked as the top three again, because they are predictors of economic success and willingness and ability to honor the 'til death do us part' deal.
Even today a fat wallet will get the ugliest, oldest man a young wife.
Jappy, I killed that mouse. I drove around back country roads really fast with Charlie Daniels "Still In Saigon" and Phil Collins "In the Air Tonight" and "Inna Gadda Da Vida" playing as loud as I could stand it. I adjusted the bass to #10 and it made the trees I passed bend over. Mouse dead: Auto Topsy statement reads: Death by drums.
Anyways, I tried that beer testing and had to fill the beer right to the tippy top to get my nimmies in. Some spilled so I poured some beer out and tried it again. My boozies went in and when I stood up to judge the temperature, the glasses had suctioned themselves onto my orbs and made them look humongous! Ever done that with your lips? It's way fun.
I liked it. I'm going for implants tomorrow.
You're disturbed for the same reason anyone who deals with a lawyer is. They have ADD and speak a jargon we don't understand and one they cannot be bothered to explain unless they bill for the explanation. I've had the misfortune of dealing with six lawyers, and I can say this without prejudice: I had such an instant, visceral loathing of everyone of them, I almost ended up like the kind of passive coward Dr. Bliss talks about in her post. That was truly how I felt. I had the problem that took me to the lawyer in the first place to deal with; then I looked at the lawyers and wondered if they were of this planet - generalization here: They lack a sense of humanity, and add that to your own vulnerability on many fronts and the hatred reigns supreme. Oh, and you have to pay big bucks to hate them. Then you have to find a shrink because you don't understand how the original problem turned so damn bad.
Find a lawyer - You've found a rich narcissist of the first order.
No apologies. I've heard enough trashing of teachers, I feel good finding someone else to trash.
Can one be a lawyer, strictly adhering to the law, and still have a sense of humanity. Such a black and white world is theirs, when confronted with the grays of reality.
Augustus Luthah . Art thou capt out in a fine toga? Writing verse for the Emperor's concubines? Nice.
I can write verse, too:
Roses are red
Violets are blue.
Some poems rhyme.
This one doesn't.
That was no poem.
More like snow'em.
I don't know'em.
But I can smoke'em.
Your Majesty, I promise never to look at another beer temperture tester again. I'll even get rid of all the pictures I have hidden under my pillow. You have to promise me you will not get implants.
I like my Queen and Lord just the way they are.
Humble Knight Son of Dago
You know what's gross? When a D cup woman stuffs those babies into a B cup so she'll have some maximum cleavage. Yuk. She ends up with four boobs. That is so gross.
I would just like a 1/4 inch of cleavage one time. I tried socks once but I looked lumpy and and couldn't even make a crack.
I liked most of my teachers. But that was a long time ago. Don't know how it is today.
My first lawyer experiences:
1. A prominent lawyer’s kid at the newspaperboy’s shack was a real asshole, his sister an arrogant pris.
2. The greased up pervert I mentioned here at MF a few weeks back who now teaches law.
3. My girlfriend was ripped off by her atty (a debt issue) – with the evidence clear and obvious. We had to threaten him but he never quit trying to weasel himself out of trouble.
4. My new in-law’s uncle was a successful attorney, a good family man. Then the sudden shock when he died of a cocaine overdose at his girlfriend/hookers apartment.
5. An honest local realtor, who I got to know after I took his first time home buyers class, told me even more doozies. His advice: Limit contact to contract perusals and expert counsel only.
Then I found out the ENTP is sometimes called the “Lawyer Type”. ENTP is also the type most likely to be narcissistic. I’ve usually gotten along with them but noticed even the normal ones can lose interest and turn on a dime - they’re interesting and fun but not very loyal.
Anyways, after my childhood fantasies had been destroyed, I pondered if beneath the sweetness of my romantic notions lay an unconscious interest in the greasy perverted crack smoking lying weasel doozy floozy. But then I pondered again. In their defense, these women are associates or county employees (though one did marry and divorce the son of her father-son owned practice). As kids they seemed ISTJ or INTJ. It could be the most successful lawyers are usually ENTP players/politicians.
Highly personal and insightful CC. Thanks for sharing. I haven't studied the ENTP's all that much. I will now.