tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post6129473619951120044..comments2024-03-05T23:19:32.879-08:00Comments on Diary of a Slutty Feminist: RejectionDiary of a Slutty Feministhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-28522985708869230602014-11-15T10:21:49.902-08:002014-11-15T10:21:49.902-08:00HA. This makes a lot of sense. Yet another example...HA. This makes a lot of sense. Yet another example why men and women are fundamentally incompatible (just kidding...sort of). I'm always amused when I'm amongst a group of dudes because sometimes it feels like they interact like cavemen with like a series of grunts and then lots of silence, and yet they all seem to understand what's going on between them. Fascinating. And this would explain why I usually find conversations amongst my female friends to be more satisfying. Because we like to talk it out! And as a woman, there's nothing better than talking it out. Good to see science backs this up. Thanks for sharing.Diary of a Slutty Feministhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-89252243394553417182014-11-14T17:22:49.412-08:002014-11-14T17:22:49.412-08:00Read this:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech...Read this:<br /> http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2281891/Women-really-talk-men-13-000-words-day-precise.html <br /><br />Came across it a few years ago, thought of it when I read you post here. A few weeks ago a woman I was seeing suggested a hike I'd never been on before. As we settled in, I started to enjoy the beauty around me and the presence of her company. Then she started talking. A lot. And I started to get annoyed and then I had to work hard to not get annoyed and still enjoy the scenery and respond when appropriate and then it became an internal battle to just get through this hike with my wits in check. I managed it and she was oblivious to my discomfort. Just chattered away and couldn't wait to do it again. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-80242992251826633852014-11-12T17:04:35.805-08:002014-11-12T17:04:35.805-08:00There's definitely a communication gap between...There's definitely a communication gap between men and women. In that we communicate in totally different ways. One thing I love about hanging with my ladies is that we fucking talk shit out. We look at all the angles, from all perspectives, we fix the problems of the world just sitting in our living room. Dudes tend to not be as big on lots of talking. And this seems to drive women crazy. Because we want to know! We want all the information so we can come to a reasonable conclusion. I don't think they realize how infuriating their lack of disclosure is for us. But alas, we cannot change them. So you're right, just gotta learn to love and be with ourselves. And not try to fill too many holes with that dick. Just the one.Diary of a Slutty Feministhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-39631767095170325052014-11-12T16:49:45.687-08:002014-11-12T16:49:45.687-08:00Oh those pesky guys. A guy I'm seeing------wh...Oh those pesky guys. A guy I'm seeing------wha'd'ya think THAT word means------told me straight out that "sometimes I just disappear. I'm M.I.A. I don't mean you couldn't find me in the usual places. I just go off the grid. I don't want contact with anyone."<br />Okaaaaaaay. Any chance you'd wanta talk about what sends you off the grid when it does? NO! he said. Waaaay emphatic. Talk about it??? God forbid. While I'm involved with this guy-----which may not be for long, BTW------I just find pleasure elsewhere. And then one day, he sticks his head up------like a ground hog. I've stopped trying to figure it out. I think we're just as crazy as men, but we tease it out into something that makes more sense. What I know for sure is, I've had to do A LOT of work on really liking myself without some dick. Though dicks are great, huh?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com