Close-Mindedness
December 28th, 2008"Why do you think people are close-minded?"
I regarded the question like a fresh forehead pimple on a first date. "Because people are idiots, that's why."
"What a close-minded answer," my friend answered.
"Why do you think people are close-minded?"
I regarded the question like a fresh forehead pimple on a first date. "Because people are idiots, that's why."
"What a close-minded answer," my friend answered.
An intricate filament weaves through the nebulous psyches of Y-chromosome-bearing hominids. A fiber that is as delicate as it is tenacious. I'm talking about, duh, Guy Code.
"I just don't get chicks."
With a coffee in hand, I leaned back and regarded my friend. "C'mon man, who really ever gets chicks?"
"Did I tell you about that date I had last weekend? It was with this girl I really liked, but throughout the date, she didn't seem that interested in me?"
"What's that in your hand?" she asked.
"Oh, it's something I got for my girlfriend."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, you are so whipped."
"Dude, you are SO whipped!"
"What? No I'm not. What are you talking about?"
"You just called her for the third time tonight, and now you're going to take off and help her clean her apartment? You didn't even finish your beer yet. Dude, you're whipped!"
Hey, how 'you doing? Great weather we're having today, huh? How about them Yankees?
You may have heard something like that before. It's what is known as small talk, chit-chat, or general conversation. While some see it as fake bullshit, others realize that there's an art to making fun and effective conversation.
Are you a well-educated, intelligent, independent, and successful woman… who is still single? You're not alone (no pun intended).
More and more women are getting advanced degrees and pursuing their careers. And staying single. Sometimes voluntarily, sometimes involuntarily.
Wait, involuntarily? Why is that? What's preventing them from being in a relationship?
I was in London when I first realized I was solar-powered. It was a curious sensation. Daylight was as rare as a tasteful meal there (except for Indian food). The gray skies drained my batteries, leaving me sluggish and unenthusiastic. It probably dried my humor too.
"There's that phrase again."
"What phrase?" I sat forward to listen to the TV.
"Men are the new women. I heard it on another show a few weeks ago."
I shifted on the couch. "Men are the new women, huh? You think it's true?"
Whenever people read about the science of love, it usually leads to one of two conclusions: