Gooey sent me a Republican mug. I treasure it because it is awesome.
haha yes
i remember that
i thought "she will surely get this joke"
(i ordered two and kept one for myself. it is now "my" mug.)
It is a conversation piece. When we get new people in our lives they eventually have to see it and hear the story. It usually involves the cowboy hat as well.
Cowboy hats are still sort of weird to me. At the Houston airport all the security people had them and they all nodded their heads and called me "ma'am". I was both excited and terrified!
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the only time I ever discussed sex with my mom was in high school when every year or so she'd stop the car, sigh, look over at me and tell me that I could tell her if I was gay, she wouldn't mind
haha
one of my brothers is kind of shy and was rather unsuccessful with women
my other brother and i had like a five-year campaign to convince my mom that he was gay
I will abide by whatever reasonable social expectations there are in the people around me, but I would never deliberately seek out a friendship with a person who couldn't handle frank discussions of sex and pooping. And if they wanted to talk about pooping during sex, I would really want to know what's the deal with that because I think it's just gross.
Poo is gross. It is way TMI. Gross bodily functions aren't a thing that needs to be discussed. Yeah, everybody poops, I don't need a reminder.
I disagree. When no one talks about pooping, no one knows what's normal and what isn't. People end up in pain and dealing with serious medical issues on their own just because they have no idea something's wrong. At least with sex, you've got partners and the aggregate of conversations each has had with all their other partners to spread knowledge (among other things).
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My dad was like that. He offered me beer pretty frequently when I was underage; I'd turn him down because I don't like beer, not because I didn't drink. But my mom was a very overprotective mother hen type. My older sister allowed herself to stay sheltered, and suffered for it (she's 25, living at home, with a minimum wage job, and fucked up college because she expected other people to do everything for her). If my mom knew I didn't buy into that so much, she'd be heart broken, and I'd feel way too awful about it.
i don't really see that as the same thing. holding hands or basic affectionate gestures are appropriate to polite society, and i would include gay dudes holding hands in public as being under that umbrella.
talking explicitly about sexual acts or encounters in mixed company is inappropriate and disrespectful whether you're straight or gay or a swinger or whatever else.
Will, the problem is in the phrase "social niceties," which is ambiguous and doesn't have a universal definition. I mean, what is a social nicety to you is not necessarily a social nicety to someone else, and you might be personally accepting of some public behaviors that others might not - I guarantee you there are some people that find even holding hands in public to be beyond the pale.
I mean, you can only really judge by your own compass, but those compasses are not necessarily synchronized among all of society.
edit: In other words, you can't please everyone. Shouldn't really try to. Though I would agree there are some universal limits. You shouldn't bend your girlfriend over your Applebee's booth and start fucking her in front of everyone else, for instance. I think we can all agree on that. (Unless she's really hot.)
it's true that people are going to have different standards and probably always have. i get the sense that the very concept of "politeness" is kind of under fire or being dismissed by groups who i kind of see as radical individualists, sometimes on this board. it strikes me that some of the these people are putting forward the position that free expression should be unfettered by social convention in as broad an arena as possible.
probably one of the reasons that i kind of cling to and advocate for somewhat stricter and more universal social standards is that i see that kind of nihilism as socially destructive and ultimately destroys the ability to successfully communicate. social standards exist so that we can successfully live among other people.
I started to type up a big post here because I think there's a lot to say about social norms but I don't think I really want to go into it all here. I think, by and large, social norms are either arbitrary or semi-arbitrary. For instance, "don't wear hats indoors" is totally arbitrary, at least in modern application. "No elbows on the dinner table" is semi-arbitrary because one could make a case that technically elbows could damage a dinner table, but it's pretty unlikely to happen unless your forget to take your bladed gauntlets off before sitting down to eat (hell, maybe that's where the rule came from).
When you start talking about sex, well, think about a world where everyone spoke about sex publicly. Would that world be fundamentally worse than this one? It would be different, and I don't claim to be able to predict either the ramifications of that society, or what that aspect of society might communicate about a society that acts that way. But I can't dismiss it as being fundamentally worse. So, in a way, an aversion to public displays of affection, or sex as a common topic, or bowel movements, is somewhat arbitrary. You can't really be faulted, though, for harboring these aversions because they developed as a part of your upbringing and adult life within these arbitrary social norms. So even though they are primarily arbitrary, they are also inherently personal.
So my opinion toward politeness and social norms is that we should try to respect each other as much as possible, especially in public, but we should also not put too many limiters on each other if we can help it. A balance between freedom and politeness - not too far in either direction. And where that line is, is totally fluid and contextual. As someone else said, two people talking about sex in private is totally different from a bunch of bros sitting around the bar in Chilis shouting out sex and poop stories.
the only time I ever discussed sex with my mom was in high school when every year or so she'd stop the car, sigh, look over at me and tell me that I could tell her if I was gay, she wouldn't mind
haha
one of my brothers is kind of shy and was rather unsuccessful with women
my other brother and i had like a five-year campaign to convince my mom that he was gay
Y'see, my mum often told me growing up that she'd be okay with me being gay. But when I realized I was bi it just didn't fit into her binary worldview.
So we get stiff once in a while. So we have a little fun. What’s wrong with that? This is a free country, isn’t it? I can take my panda any place I want to. And if I wanna buy it a drink, that’s my business.
My mom thought I was gay, even for a few solid months after I started dating Choco.
Well, I guess she was a little bit right.
Now she's graduated to thinking you have threesomes with Choco and Pony.
Oh my God if she keeps it up I'm becoming a nun and moving to Siberia.
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My mom is a frequent dope smoker, and I welcomed it, because it kept her mental illness manageable. Like, my dad would actually lend her money to go out and get some just because it made her that much more tolerable.
My dad and my stepmom both indulge sometimes, and they've always been really open with me about it. I know that probably sounds like hippie insanity but I think it worked out great, because I know what pot is like, I don't freak out about it, but it also isn't a big mystery to me so I've been able to choose for myself to refrain for the most part.
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Y'see, my mum often told me growing up that she'd be okay with me being gay. But when I realized I was bi it just didn't fit into her binary worldview.
My mother regularly claimed that bisexuals don't exist.
Then my sister came out as gay and now all the sudden they do exist but just for women.
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i don't really see that as the same thing. holding hands or basic affectionate gestures are appropriate to polite society, and i would include gay dudes holding hands in public as being under that umbrella.
talking explicitly about sexual acts or encounters in mixed company is inappropriate and disrespectful whether you're straight or gay or a swinger or whatever else.
Will, the problem is in the phrase "social niceties," which is ambiguous and doesn't have a universal definition. I mean, what is a social nicety to you is not necessarily a social nicety to someone else, and you might be personally accepting of some public behaviors that others might not - I guarantee you there are some people that find even holding hands in public to be beyond the pale.
I mean, you can only really judge by your own compass, but those compasses are not necessarily synchronized among all of society.
edit: In other words, you can't please everyone. Shouldn't really try to. Though I would agree there are some universal limits. You shouldn't bend your girlfriend over your Applebee's booth and start fucking her in front of everyone else, for instance. I think we can all agree on that. (Unless she's really hot.)
it's true that people are going to have different standards and probably always have. i get the sense that the very concept of "politeness" is kind of under fire or being dismissed by groups who i kind of see as radical individualists, sometimes on this board. it strikes me that some of the these people are putting forward the position that free expression should be unfettered by social convention in as broad an arena as possible.
probably one of the reasons that i kind of cling to and advocate for somewhat stricter and more universal social standards is that i see that kind of nihilism as socially destructive and ultimately destroys the ability to successfully communicate. social standards exist so that we can successfully live among other people.
I started to type up a big post here because I think there's a lot to say about social norms but I don't think I really want to go into it all here. I think, by and large, social norms are either arbitrary or semi-arbitrary. For instance, "don't wear hats indoors" is totally arbitrary, at least in modern application. "No elbows on the dinner table" is semi-arbitrary because one could make a case that technically elbows could damage a dinner table, but it's pretty unlikely to happen unless your forget to take your bladed gauntlets off before sitting down to eat (hell, maybe that's where the rule came from).
When you start talking about sex, well, think about a world where everyone spoke about sex publicly. Would that world be fundamentally worse than this one? It would be different, and I don't claim to be able to predict either the ramifications of that society, or what that aspect of society might communicate about a society that acts that way. But I can't dismiss it as being fundamentally worse. So, in a way, an aversion to public displays of affection, or sex as a common topic, or bowel movements, is somewhat arbitrary. You can't really be faulted, though, for harboring these aversions because they developed as a part of your upbringing and adult life within these arbitrary social norms. So even though they are primarily arbitrary, they are also inherently personal.
So my opinion toward politeness and social norms is that we should try to respect each other as much as possible, especially in public, but we should also not put too many limiters on each other if we can help it. A balance between freedom and politeness - not too far in either direction. And where that line is, is totally fluid and contextual. As someone else said, two people talking about sex in private is totally different from a bunch of bros sitting around the bar in Chilis shouting out sex and poop stories.
well, i agree that most social rules are fundamentally arbitrary and that other sets of equally arbitrary rules could be generally substituted with no ill effects.
but i also think that arbitrary rules are necessary to a cleanly-functioning society. by way of analogy, i'd cite traffic rules. there's no reason why people couldn't drive on the left side of the road, and in societies where they do it works just fine. but unless everyone is following the same set of arbitrary rules, it's difficult to really get anywhere.
I will abide by whatever reasonable social expectations there are in the people around me, but I would never deliberately seek out a friendship with a person who couldn't handle frank discussions of sex and pooping. And if they wanted to talk about pooping during sex, I would really want to know what's the deal with that because I think it's just gross.
Poo is gross. It is way TMI. Gross bodily functions aren't a thing that needs to be discussed. Yeah, everybody poops, I don't need a reminder.
I disagree. When no one talks about pooping, no one knows what's normal and what isn't. People end up in pain and dealing with serious medical issues on their own just because they have no idea something's wrong. At least with sex, you've got partners and the aggregate of conversations each has had with all their other partners to spread knowledge (among other things).
Nope. Internet, doctors. I've never had a poop that made me feel the need to talk to a friend about it. Like, fissures, hemorrhoids, that kind of stuff -- that's fine. But when you start telling me about this stinky poop you had after not pooping for two days and it totally coiled in the toilet bowl and it was green and the diameter of your wrist, that's when I start to rethink why I talk to you.
That's not educational poop talk, that's people enamored by their own poops and wanting to share.
So we get stiff once in a while. So we have a little fun. What’s wrong with that? This is a free country, isn’t it? I can take my panda any place I want to. And if I wanna buy it a drink, that’s my business.
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on bus: "I got soooooo drunk brah, was insane"
with mom: "I had a nice quiet night with friends"
I tried a completely different tact. I'd tell my parents the truth about all my boozing. Then they'd think to themselves "Our sweet little boy would never do anything like that, he's clearly just making it all up. He is very sarcastic..." Actually, telling my parents I got wasted makes them far less concerned about any potential boozing than if I said "Yeah, I had a beer or two with the guys last night" because they might actually believe the latter.
well, I mean my parents know that I go out and get hella drunk but they don't want details. So long as they're not paying for my booze, I'm somewhere relatively safe, and it doesn't get in the way of anything that needs to be done, they don't care. I mean, my folks aren't going to know that last Saturday I spent two hours taking care of a drunk friend who was coming onto me, and then another hour and a half talking to a friend about his depression before going to the club. As far as they know, I just had a nice five hours in a club...
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I don't think my parental units think I'm gay as much as they think I completely fail in interaction with other humanoids unless I do what they tell me. Like, they're convinced I can't hold a decent conversation and my mom's always super proud when she hears me talk with another humanoid in a serious manner.
Evidence that proves I actually do have an idea on how to behave is kind of brushed aside whenever either one of them tells me I should partake in such activities as "go out more" or "ask at least one of the girls at work out".
It doesn't help at all that I haven't had any friends over after I started high school, I guess.
The events in Kirkwall started a war and propelled Hawke to a position of power.
That's the story, and it ended in the game. You were there. They don't tell you what happened after that, because that's not part of the story of DA2.
Now, Hawke's story is not yet done, but we'll probably see more of him/her in the next game.
I disagree.
Apparently I take my place as king of kirkwall, but then I DISAPPEAR! As does the Grey Warden from DA1.
I mean, seriously. That is not satisfying at all.
Also the fact that the idol from Act 1 was only used at the very end with little to no reference to it in between just feels really well.. bad. The story could have been a lot tighter but I guess it would have been shorter then as well and people would be disappointed if they didn't get their 35+ hours of entertainment.
I will abide by whatever reasonable social expectations there are in the people around me, but I would never deliberately seek out a friendship with a person who couldn't handle frank discussions of sex and pooping. And if they wanted to talk about pooping during sex, I would really want to know what's the deal with that because I think it's just gross.
Poo is gross. It is way TMI. Gross bodily functions aren't a thing that needs to be discussed. Yeah, everybody poops, I don't need a reminder.
I disagree. When no one talks about pooping, no one knows what's normal and what isn't. People end up in pain and dealing with serious medical issues on their own just because they have no idea something's wrong. At least with sex, you've got partners and the aggregate of conversations each has had with all their other partners to spread knowledge (among other things).
Nope. Internet, doctors. I've never had a poop that made me feel the need to talk to a friend about it. Like, fissures, hemorrhoids, that kind of stuff -- that's fine. But when you start telling me about this stinky poop you had after not pooping for two days and it totally coiled in the toilet bowl and it was green and the diameter of your wrist, that's when I start to rethink why I talk to you.
That's not educational poop talk, that's people enamored by their own poops and wanting to share.
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It is a conversation piece. When we get new people in our lives they eventually have to see it and hear the story. It usually involves the cowboy hat as well.
Cowboy hats are still sort of weird to me. At the Houston airport all the security people had them and they all nodded their heads and called me "ma'am". I was both excited and terrified!
ahahaha what the fuck
Which is bullshit.
but that doesn't really say much
it's great though!
I disagree. When no one talks about pooping, no one knows what's normal and what isn't. People end up in pain and dealing with serious medical issues on their own just because they have no idea something's wrong. At least with sex, you've got partners and the aggregate of conversations each has had with all their other partners to spread knowledge (among other things).
It was just that my older brothers always did long strings of relationships throughout highschool and college and I never really dated.
This makes me want to be civilized and educated.
My dad was like that. He offered me beer pretty frequently when I was underage; I'd turn him down because I don't like beer, not because I didn't drink. But my mom was a very overprotective mother hen type. My older sister allowed herself to stay sheltered, and suffered for it (she's 25, living at home, with a minimum wage job, and fucked up college because she expected other people to do everything for her). If my mom knew I didn't buy into that so much, she'd be heart broken, and I'd feel way too awful about it.
I started to type up a big post here because I think there's a lot to say about social norms but I don't think I really want to go into it all here. I think, by and large, social norms are either arbitrary or semi-arbitrary. For instance, "don't wear hats indoors" is totally arbitrary, at least in modern application. "No elbows on the dinner table" is semi-arbitrary because one could make a case that technically elbows could damage a dinner table, but it's pretty unlikely to happen unless your forget to take your bladed gauntlets off before sitting down to eat (hell, maybe that's where the rule came from).
When you start talking about sex, well, think about a world where everyone spoke about sex publicly. Would that world be fundamentally worse than this one? It would be different, and I don't claim to be able to predict either the ramifications of that society, or what that aspect of society might communicate about a society that acts that way. But I can't dismiss it as being fundamentally worse. So, in a way, an aversion to public displays of affection, or sex as a common topic, or bowel movements, is somewhat arbitrary. You can't really be faulted, though, for harboring these aversions because they developed as a part of your upbringing and adult life within these arbitrary social norms. So even though they are primarily arbitrary, they are also inherently personal.
So my opinion toward politeness and social norms is that we should try to respect each other as much as possible, especially in public, but we should also not put too many limiters on each other if we can help it. A balance between freedom and politeness - not too far in either direction. And where that line is, is totally fluid and contextual. As someone else said, two people talking about sex in private is totally different from a bunch of bros sitting around the bar in Chilis shouting out sex and poop stories.
Well, I guess she was a little bit right.
Thats all I got.
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Oh, hey. Right at 100.
did you succeed?
I know the feeling. I just started it yesterday. I'm going to have to just stay up all night and get as far as I can.
do you know who the voice actor was? i recognized the voice but couldn't place him.
Side note: I bought the Better Pain Chart... chart, and a Sharkbear 7000% Deadly t-shirt VH.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1484330/
Oh my God if she keeps it up I'm becoming a nun and moving to Siberia.
My dad and my stepmom both indulge sometimes, and they've always been really open with me about it. I know that probably sounds like hippie insanity but I think it worked out great, because I know what pot is like, I don't freak out about it, but it also isn't a big mystery to me so I've been able to choose for myself to refrain for the most part.
I think my new favorite Hyperbole and a Half post is the fish story.
My parents never thought I was gay.
My mother regularly claimed that bisexuals don't exist.
Then my sister came out as gay and now all the sudden they do exist but just for women.
Being bi, does that make her half right, or just 25% right? I'm trying to figure out the math here but I'm still quite hungover.
of course!
well, i agree that most social rules are fundamentally arbitrary and that other sets of equally arbitrary rules could be generally substituted with no ill effects.
but i also think that arbitrary rules are necessary to a cleanly-functioning society. by way of analogy, i'd cite traffic rules. there's no reason why people couldn't drive on the left side of the road, and in societies where they do it works just fine. but unless everyone is following the same set of arbitrary rules, it's difficult to really get anywhere.
Well, I'm not a clean 50/50 bi, so I'd have to pull out some charts and shit.
Nope. Internet, doctors. I've never had a poop that made me feel the need to talk to a friend about it. Like, fissures, hemorrhoids, that kind of stuff -- that's fine. But when you start telling me about this stinky poop you had after not pooping for two days and it totally coiled in the toilet bowl and it was green and the diameter of your wrist, that's when I start to rethink why I talk to you.
That's not educational poop talk, that's people enamored by their own poops and wanting to share.
Cesca has been trying for years to have this effect on me but it doesn't seem to stick.
I still "The Party."
well, I mean my parents know that I go out and get hella drunk but they don't want details. So long as they're not paying for my booze, I'm somewhere relatively safe, and it doesn't get in the way of anything that needs to be done, they don't care. I mean, my folks aren't going to know that last Saturday I spent two hours taking care of a drunk friend who was coming onto me, and then another hour and a half talking to a friend about his depression before going to the club. As far as they know, I just had a nice five hours in a club...
because they knew m i rite
Evidence that proves I actually do have an idea on how to behave is kind of brushed aside whenever either one of them tells me I should partake in such activities as "go out more" or "ask at least one of the girls at work out".
It doesn't help at all that I haven't had any friends over after I started high school, I guess.
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I disagree.
I mean, seriously. That is not satisfying at all.
Also the fact that the idol from Act 1 was only used at the very end with little to no reference to it in between just feels really well.. bad. The story could have been a lot tighter but I guess it would have been shorter then as well and people would be disappointed if they didn't get their 35+ hours of entertainment.
oh yeah, she is cool with it ('it' not being true :P)
every time i see her she goes "oh gay guys are so sweet and sensitive i can tell you have a gay soul, tell me whenever you're ready"
I talked about my poop to my friends once.
Because it was covered in blood.