So. Men and women. Supposed to be together forever? The evidence strongly suggests otherwise.It's like we speak different languages. The message being sent by the "sender" is ultimately not what is received by the "receiver". It's like that game of "telephone" that we played when we were young (which, for me, was only a year or two ago, cough).
Or, to be totally trite and to encapsulate photos from my recent Seattle trip into my analogy: it's like PoMo and modern architecture - the message is lost on some people, but the point is no less valid. I don't like
PoMo, but I appreciate it for what it is. And I don't understand men, but I appreciate them for what they are.
PoMo, but I appreciate it for what it is. And I don't understand men, but I appreciate them for what they are.Me? I'm modern. All cold and austere and hard angles and windows and steel, baby.
2 comments:
You posted my post for me today. I don't understand women at all. I can't keep trying to either. Screw it.
i know - i went searching for the phrase i don't understand men and found this...
guess i should have gone searching for the phrase "i do understand men"
i'm about ready to take the advice from another blog and just watch old movies forever -- supposedly you can learn about men that way; i'll let you know -- it's at least a positive thing, you know; "i learned about classic movies this weekend" instead of "i whined and moped and drank a bit too much this weekend"
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