Drunk on wisdom
Women are generally very boring. The blogsphere is a marked exception where I think I enjoy female company as much as (if not more than) that of men. At a bloggers meet or in a bloggy-conversation, the interest levels keep flying with no regard to gender.
Outside however, women are snivelly bores at best and vile bitches at worst. I was at a party this weekend and the conversation turned to such interesting realms like religion, choices and fate. (We will discount the fact that this was at 3 a.m. and everyone was in some state of inebriatedness….it was an interesting conversation!*hic*). The debate was starting to heat up with one gentleman gesturing wildly and going on about God and a positive approach while being contradicted by his more-than-sozzled friend who was screeching about love being a bitch. I was holding forth on my pet belief….the power of choices. A hitherto unnoticed-and-now-speaker-of-the-moment leaned across and yelled
I don’t even know your name, lady but I have to tell you…think about this….suffering and choices are two concepts. There’s a state beyond that, which I think Gautam Buddha achieved.
Our brief interlude was interrupted by loud yawns and squealy protests of
This is booooring! Let’s change the topic!!!
Meooowww dahling……we think we’d rather leave our ladylike behaviour behind at home than our brains.