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I sometimes write about my sex life on the Internet. I write about wanting to have sex a lot and enjoy myself a lot , but instead I find myself settling for repeated lackluster encounters. After the intros, more boxed wine was consumed. Did we have any anonymous questions? I sensed some anxiety, and not all of it was coming from me. He knows where my clitoris resides yay! I shut down and become a prop. I wait for him to finish.
I never hear from him again. Yet I try to talk about what I like and where I might need work before having sex. I usually get a very confident response from potential partners. At the workshop, I did learn something new about my body thanks to Vicki for the demo: I also learned that telling someone what you like and need before having sex is good foreplay.
These lists came out of BDSM communities like that part of the Fifty Shades of Grey contract where she says no to cutting and animals but there are less intense lists available. There are limits to what reality is willing to offer ordinary people.
Facebook isn't like that. On Facebook you have hot friends and a cute nephew and are being hugged by Mark Wahlberg when you celebrity saw him at a restaurant in Venice. On Facebook you don't have to accept being a mid level marketing manager with a used Jetta and a boyfriend who kind of looks like Janet Reno. On Facebook your knowledge about and engagement with the ostensible stuff of life can be regularly and almost wholly staged and for that reason is effective like never before in tricking people into believing that you're tougher, smarter, sexier, more sensitive than you really are.
FN3 This isn't a knock. Carolla said in this regard, "You know how long man has been walking this earth? Millions of years [ed.: And, by the way, we're all going to be gone about the same time too. So, here the thing: How about we save the killing for the next group of assholes that comes when we're gone. But nope, we can't do it. We got to start building bombs and going at each other.
Politics [or whatever] becomes a template for your [self-made] fury. Concededly, social media technologies mess with conventional definitions of who people really are, so the point is overstated.
Still, it's not likely that virtual realities like Facebook will ever cannibalize the primal realities of in-person interaction, whatever Keanu Reeves movies suggest.
Posted by Samuel Snodgrass at 2: Friday, May 13, 45 Unavailable Man Love. FN1 In real life. No one can seriously contend that 30 Rock is a bad TV show. It's funny, it's smart and it consonates in a comfortable way with the snarky, self-referential ethos of the moment. But it's also had this effect: The idea of Tina Fey is something like this: Being superior but only ironically so is a savvy move. It creates a psychological valence that can't be called into question.
It's saying, "You, you, you! Your lives are shams. But concededly so is mine, so no madsies that I judged you! It translates into certain situational victories, the kind that get you an edge at work or a high five, but it's not Charlie Sheen winning. It's not a marker for sexual success. Tina Fey's Liz Lemon character is single. She has man trouble. And that, ostensibly, should undercut her designs on inner awesomeness. Because if you watch 30 Rock for more than 3 minutes it's clear that Liz Lemon is not single for conventional reasons.
She isn't single, by way of example, for the reasons that stars of a Friends, b Sex and the City, or c Rock of Love were single the semi-tragic inability to, respectively, a be three pretty girls and three handsome guys but not do the math consistently , b make a connection as enduring and powerful as the one the girls had with high-end handbags, c take off his bandana. No, Liz Lemon is single because the guys she hooks up with are all literally or metaphorically unavailable.
They possess faults by character or situation that are way beyond deal-breakers. They're midgets or blood relations or beeper salesman or white collar criminals or twenty years old or, as in the case of her current beau, pilot Matt Damon, both emotionally and geographically remote.
This is a crafty conceit. It dismisses the relevance of romantic failure as a relevant identity marker by transposing the source of the failure from Liz Lemon the person to some vague behavioral condition. The problem is not that Liz Lemon is undesirable, no, it's that her decision-making is haywire.
It's actually craftier than that because everything else about Liz Lemon's world implies she has the best brain in the postal code. FN2 She's the winner even when she pretends she's not. Liz Lemon may love unavailable men but in every instance she's the only party who KNOWS that her relationships are doomed.
It is up to her in a climatic of moment of exasperation to condescendingly lecture each and every one of these clueless horndogs on the intractability of the situation. Liz Lemon's flaw, then, is not really unavailable man love. And that's a fake flaw, like not owning a TV or being called a womanizer. They only go for unavailable men! FN3 But it's even larger than this.
Jezebel, in its amusing take-down of the 30 Rock's "skinny glutton" leitmotif, describes the message as such: And this is hilarious! I mean social convention! I mean he lived in Boulder, it totally couldn't work!
One thing is clear: My career is demanding! Actually, you know what the reason was? I so can't wear high heels! The reason I'm single: It's manufacturing whole lives out of pixie dust and solipsism. But SF women don't care. They've seen that video about the honey badger.
And nothing will ever be the same. It's equally possible that the causality moves the other way. Society redefines itself on the down low then seizes upon some random trend or icon as the coherent expression of that redefinition, like the dude who proposes precisely when his hair loss starts to show.
After new statistics showed more female than male managers in the workforce last year, there has been a spate of articles on the incipient dominance of women in higher education and corporate America. The default explanation is men lack the social intelligence of women. This has to be partly true but misses a more obvious explanation: They are emotionally invested.
To the male mind, this is insane. Guys HATE corporate life. They hate the soul-crushing boredom and the demeaning affects of hierarchy and everything else that made Office Space a cult classic.
If a job wasn't a crucial variable in sexual selection which it presumably is not for women , no dude would ever work in a million years. Not when there's fishing, tents and nerf sports. The huge and sort of cliched appeal of the unavailable man is that he's harmless.
Sure, he represents all kind of neatly packaged drama due to the inherently conflict of him being unavailable but really that's downside protection.
It's almost the opposite of reckless. It's more like an insurance policy. It's provides a huge sense of security. When the relationship fails as it inevitably will there are no casualties. It's precisely what was supposed to happen.
By contrast when an available guy who's not gay or a werewolf or married dumps you it means something. They got to know you in a very intimate way, saw every angle and facet and they passed.
It's the judgment of just one guy but not really. No man is an island. When you get dumped, society has spoken. Posted by Samuel Snodgrass at Monday, January 10, 44 Google Heuristics. The world's most advanced answer machine presumes the BIG questions A playful comment or two will segue into a provocative yet indulgent and probably pointless examination which will segue into something honest and decent and a little wistful.
It will be like life that way, in terms of emotional arc. In the last few weeks Autumn has descended upon San Francisco not simply as a matter of the Gregorian calendar but as a bona fide weather phenomenon, with heaps of rain and arctic gales.
A big time brumal blow-out. None of that soft-dying light and twittering sparrows crap from Keats. Crushed and mangled on the dented hood of a parked car below. Now the dirty little secret of winter fashion is that, in the underground and fiercely fought battle between ass and tits, it gives ass the advantage. Put a sweater or a jacket upon a fine set of boobs and they drown in a sea of fabric. They disappear like buoys in a storm.
Moreover, absent some really fine tailoring the whole package can create a mistaken impression of dumpiness across the middle. The ass, meanwhile, loves the holidays. It loves ice-skating outfits and patterned tights and jouncing back from the gym in Lululemon Athletica.
It feels radiant and fabulous, like the brightest bulb on a decorated tree. Season in and season out, ass is constantly getting the attention and the glory. A social credit is imposed in one case and a tax in other. And hence, in the absence of any countervailing controls or regulation, over the years WFAs have been allocated to SF by disproportionate number.
Triathletes and Marathon runners. This is the spontaneous SF order. This is non-linear and this is fact. A war on WFTs. But we understand war. We get the gist: The lesson, as a movie critic once so deftly put it, is that war is a story about ambition and commerce, because life is about ambition and commerce, but every war eventually transmutes into a love story because life is often that, too.
Explosion, light-saber duel, another explosion. And thus we know: That is an absurd reductionism. The significance of certain variables gets reconsidered.
New feelings are stirred. Wolves are danced with. Both are happening at the same time. For a time we resist. But eventually we surrender. Because we are vulnerable. Because deep down the human spirit is generous.
Sooner or later the sweet tailpipe of SF women puts a spell on us. But, understand, we will never be complete. We will always feel hollow and wanting in the most intimate of things. That is the tragedy. And so many a good man in San Francisco will have his day of reckoning and on the day he will self confess: FN1 Carolla said that in the context of a story about low test scores in the U. Friday, June 25, 41 Misanthropy in the Marina. The worst part about middle school was the disorder. It was sociological chaos.
You didn't really know who your friends were. You didn't know who YOU were. You were just a kid and you knew it. It was still anyone's game. In situations such as this, situations of extreme social flux, things get touchy. Stupid plastic watches get worn.
People are socked in the face. Anything to pick up an edge. Those who weren't vigilant about discriminating against the ugly, the nerdy or the poor would wake up one afternoon thirty-five years old, unshaven and destitute. A Denny's waitress or a prison bottom. The transition from valuing relationships strictly on whether people are cooler and more advantaged than you are OMG that guy's so hot!
I love hot boys! Chronologically, your engagement with the rules of hierarchy goes from bewilderment junior high to depression high school to savvy college to Machivellian over-reaching post-grad to gradual acceptance and a sense of proportion. FN1 You'll see grown-up women with the romantic sensibilities of Justin Bieber fans, 30 something men doing an impersonation of a thirteen year old doing an impersonation of an adult.
There is posturing and being loud contests FN2 and factitiously enthusiastic hugging and everything else associated with hyper awareness of social ranking coupled with a kind of behavioral skills paralysis, like a school sponsored dance where the boys stand on one side and the girls stand on the other, everyone fearful that they'll get punked or somehow exposed, shamed by a mean girl or thrown against a locker by a guy with a tween 'stache.
An enormous problem with populating a city with people who spent their adolescence getting humiliated in dodgeball is that after they graduate from Cal or Stanford or Penn or Cornell and start working at Bank of America and Hewlett Packard they want to be perceived as winners. But they still feel, deep down at the level where their humanity is, like acne riddled losers. This is a devastating combination. The Marina gets the brunt of it because the former high school dweebs move there expecting that it will be the final stage in their ascendance to the cool kid club.
It's not of course, partly because you can't educate or monetize unless you're D. Trump your way into the high heaven of being a 9 and partly because San Francisco doesn't have cool kids, not even in the affluent neighborhoods.
Sorority girls from the University of Florida just ain't around. They visit for one dork-fested, fog dampened weekend and think, screw this. But it's worse than that because the generally applicable SF ethos - that shallow materialism and the exclusion of others is a bad thing - holds true even on Union Street.
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