Just found this and was rocked with one of the huge laughs of the week. And Michael has entered the room! Boom!
I guess I'm just like this. There people are having a lovely conversation about children and I bring out the heavy guns of the latest research which I live and dream by right now...and boom! The conversation is stoppered by this explosion of knowledge. Though your comment hasn't had exactly that effect, but mine so often does to my regret.
But I think Steph means that socially men often stick to the straight and narrow: the magical mystery tour ain't on show in many men as it is with perhaps more women. (You need close-up seats for that kind of viewing.) And Femmeconne is perhaps, the equivalent of taking those close-up seats and your interest is assumed. Perhaps Steph wishes to be the cat that sits on the psychotherapist's couch thinking about her last mouse, oblivious to the convolutions of the conversation above.
Here I make an inappropriate comment...I wish you could go to Femmeconne or to our school camps! I've often wished we could have you to talk to the men out here: ageing is especially hard on men who live on the land. Thank goodness Martin and my Dad are such thinkers too, but loss of physical capacity is felt in us all as loss of self. How could it not be? Anyway, have totally diverged here...
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Just found this and was rocked with one of the huge laughs of the week. And Michael has entered the room! Boom!
I guess I'm just like this. There people are having a lovely conversation about children and I bring out the heavy guns of the latest research which I live and dream by right now...and boom! The conversation is stoppered by this explosion of knowledge. Though your comment hasn't had exactly that effect, but mine so often does to my regret.
But I think Steph means that socially men often stick to the straight and narrow: the magical mystery tour ain't on show in many men as it is with perhaps more women. (You need close-up seats for that kind of viewing.) And Femmeconne is perhaps, the equivalent of taking those close-up seats and your interest is assumed. Perhaps Steph wishes to be the cat that sits on the psychotherapist's couch thinking about her last mouse, oblivious to the convolutions of the conversation above.
Here I make an inappropriate comment...I wish you could go to Femmeconne or to our school camps! I've often wished we could have you to talk to the men out here: ageing is especially hard on men who live on the land. Thank goodness Martin and my Dad are such thinkers too, but loss of physical capacity is felt in us all as loss of self. How could it not be? Anyway, have totally diverged here...
love Jo