How Masculine or Feminine Are You?

*whispers to tao... That's one for our side..... count it!*

Dr S Decimus' reply to the question why did she take the keys, he has expressed that there is this lack of logical thinking with the female brain, and for security they hold on to this key, but also with the hope it shall fit their next car.....

He would also like to state, the four C's..... Cooking, cleaning, childminding and crashing.............. while attempting to parallel park....

These are the maximum amount of jobs that can filter correctly into the mind.... So that could also be a reason the keys were taking...... Amazingly though they have an insane ability to be able to pass sound waves at high rates while accepting and understanding incoming soundwaves...... Watch the female when she is in a group... A male wouldn't get a word in edgeways as there isn't time to stop and think, or even to wait for someone to allow your say, or dare I say, breathe..... They do not acknowledge that the male hasn't this alien talent..... And perhaps it is because they dont, stop.... That there is a lack of oxygen to the mind... Which can cause them to take the keys.....

There shall be a test up and coming SO WATCH OUT for it... It will be in Dr S Decimus' next book titled Women:Know your role.
 
LOL 17th. I must admit I am a classical horrific parallel parker. :D I'm decent with the incoming soundwaves though. ;)
 
I admit that apart from my original drivers test (a long time ago) I have never nor never will parallell park. In town here its all parallel parking so I would rather walk a mile than attempt to park like that. Maybe if I had a smaller car, I might attempt it. maybe. pathetic really, oh well, its just one of my quirks. LOL
 
Muslimwoman said:
I think this is where my brain gets stuck with it all really. In most societies I have visited men tend to gather together and women likewise, so why all the hoo-ha to make us equal genders? The same people that demand equality in gender roles are the ones in the den or kitchen at parties in my experience. :confused:
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I'm for equal rights and equal values, not for erasing people's differences under the guise of equality. So, yeah, I'm with ya.

To be honest I am a strong/masculine type woman but I tend to choose men who are weaker mentally - maybe that is why my relationships never work and I need to go with the sweat theory, so I can feel more feminine?!
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Maybe so! LOL Who knows? I personally wouldn't be able to stand being in a relationship with a man weaker than me. I grew up with my parents divorced, but spent a lot of vacations with my dad, who fought wildfires and rescued people off the sides of cliffs. He taught me to rock climb, but I always felt safe because dad had the other end of the rope. I like that feeling in general, both from my husband and my father and uncles- that "I'm strong, but you're still stronger and will take care of me in a pinch" feeling. I don't want to beat my husband in a wrestling match, you know? LOL ;)

I agree completely but I object when stay at home Mums are made to feel as though they are 'letting the side down' or masculine men are made to feel as though they should cry more and let their feminine side show.
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Oh, me too. I want everyone to do what they want and I think we should just quit pressuring people to be a certain way all the time. As much as I've felt pressure from the more conservative parts of the Christian community to pop out kids regularly and pass all decision-making to my husband, I've felt pressure from the feminists to pursue nothing but my career with zero regard for my husband or any future kids. Either way, I think it's lousy. And the idea that women can have it all, and all at the same time, is in my opinion, the stupidest kind of pressure. Trying to be "supermom" and "supercareerwoman" all at once seems like a sure-fire way to be exhausted, cranky, and unable to spend any real time growing as a human being, just scattered from role to role. Blech.

Marriage is seen quite differently here and is very much based on practicalities. When I discuss such things as love and jealousy the women tend to shrug and look at me blankly, as if to say 'what has that got to do with anything'. I wonder if life would sometimes be easier with their less emotional approach?
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Easier- probably. More fulfilling- maybe not. Maybe it depends on the person. Lots of people have marriages built on practicalities here in the US too, they just don't normally admit it. And lots more start a marriage because they are in love, then fall out of love (which is pretty normal), then either divorce or stay married for practical reasons. Maybe it's just not very common to hit the jackpot and find a great friend and lover for life. I did, and we still had oodles of problems, nearly divorced, and had to work like crazy on our relationship until we came out the other side better off and stabilized but still in love.

Relationships are just difficult. Maybe when you have lower and better defined expectations, you are more likely to have a successful marriage, but then again you are not expecting the sort of soul-mate romantic stuff so I get fuzzy on what the point is, except to avoid loneliness and help raise kids.

I am also a hopeless romantic, so maybe I will never get to grips with this issue. In my head women are still damsels in distress and men are knights in shining armour (well I wish it was like that - I am a hopeless dreamer).
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LOL- I'm more of the soul-mate type. I wanted to find The One Right Guy. I got lucky. He happened to also rescue me off the top of a mountain when the car was broken... but that's another story... Despite the best of circumstances, we still found marriage during the 5-7 year mark hard. Really hard. We worked through it, but my experience was most of my friends when they hit that difficult patch just got divorced, because you do have to accept sort of suffering for a while if you're going to make it work. It took us time to figure it out.

At 43 I now struggle, I cannot get those years back and be a wife and mother, yet my gut and heart and soul scream at me every day that is what I was born to be. I honestly feel as though society and the feminist movement have robbed me of my life, as though I was pushed into being something I was never ment to be.
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43 is not ancient, MW! Adopt a kid and enjoy being a mom if that's what you really want! :) I know lots of new moms in their early 40s!

Now I have stopped being a strong independant woman I am accused of pandering to oppressive stereotypes because of my conversion in faith but to be honest my conversion had a lot to do with it allowing me to be a woman and being what I was born to be (maybe a little late but better late than never).
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I always find it interesting... the feminists say I am wanting to be a SAHM when I have kids because I am Christian. The conservative Christians say I wanted a graduate degree and am independent and opinionated because I was corrupted by feminists. LOL No one seems to get it that you can have a great interest in college, career, science, politics, and so forth... and still genuinely like children, cooking, and domestic stuff.:confused:
 
greymare said:
I admit that apart from my original drivers test (a long time ago) I have never nor never will parallell park. In town here its all parallel parking so I would rather walk a mile than attempt to park like that. Maybe if I had a smaller car, I might attempt it. maybe. pathetic really, oh well, its just one of my quirks. LOL
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Yeah, me too. I will walk a loooong way because I know I just can't do it. I have practically no way to gauge depth perception. I'm also bad at knowing where furniture will fit and will not in the house, things like that.

I could hide behind the fact that I drive a huge truck, and that is why I can't parallel park, but the truth is I couldn't do it when I drove a little car either.

They don't make you do parellel parking on the driving test where I grew up, and thank God for that. I'd never have survived! :eek:
 
great, so its not just me either. LOL. Id love to hear the story of how you and your hubby met. (thats the old romantic in me). I didnt choose to have a career or to have kids (not either as a career, I mean). Ive always worked, because I always have had to. simple as that. I only finished year 10 at school and got a full time job (checkout chick). And I still work in a supermarket. its not a career its a job and it pays the bills. During this time I had my boys. so I didnt decide to do either, it just happened. Im not complaining. Its my life and its now, how i have always hoped it would be. (it was pretty **** at one point). Anyway, Ive always envied the stay at home mums. the "professional mums". But its probably a case of the "grass is always greener..." syndrome. If im on holidays and the kids arent .... Im bored sh/tless.LOL. I dont always get to have hols when the boys do. I havent done a bad job..... the boys havent been brought home by the police (yet) so far so good...

MW... could you adopt or foster... is that allowed in muslim law? just curious, because from what Ive learned about you...; you would make a wiked mum. (I mean wiked as in...cool...) soorry. that s the boys terminology rubbing off. LOL.
 
Oddly enough, hubby and I met on a blind date. That I was on with someone else. LOL

I suppose I should start at the beginning. My husband was a childhood friend of my (at the time) best friend's boyfriend. They all went to Bible study together, and since he was single, my best friend and her boyfriend decided Josh (my hubby) and I had to meet and were perfect for one another. So we decided to go out on a double date, which would be a blind date for Josh and I. He ended up having to work that night, which should have been his night off. I was fine with staying home, but my best friend insisted I come (my friends were always trying to get me to be more social) so they brought along some other guy. Who liked Disneyland. A lot.

Now, I don't have anything against Disneyland, but there was something odd about listening to a guy in his early 20s go on and on and ON about it.

Anyhoo, my best friend's boyfriend was often getting himself into little problematic situations with cars, but somehow this other guy (my date) thought it'd be a great idea to have him drive. They decided it'd be romantic and fun to go up to the top of a local mountain and look at the stars. The only problems were: 1) we were in a Ford Escort, and it had no ground clearance, 2) it was February and about 32 degrees, and 3) we were dressed to go to a movie, not go trapsing around on the top of a mountain. But hey, we were adventurous and I was only 17. So off we went. I got to see my date's face turn various shades of green, red, and white, as he listened to the rocks of the dirt road clunk around his undercarriage and the branches scratch his paint job. That's what he got for letting someone else drive his car, is what I figured, and it still didn't stop him from chatting about Disneyland. No offense to the guy- he was nice enough- but I kept thinking "When will he get interesting?"

We get to the top of the mountain. They stop the car so we can all stare at the stars. Then we find it will not start again. Uh-oh. We're cold and miles from anything and it's 11 pm. The guys exit the vehicle and pop the hood. They poke around in there for a while and try starting the car a few more times. They look confused, concerned... not good. Finally, they give up and admit they haven't a clue what's wrong with the thing. So off my friend's boyfriend goes to hike to the summit to call someone to bail us out.

I have no idea that he does this, but the person he calls is my (now) husband, who by then had gotten off work. Josh drives up the mountain in his Ranchero, with coffee and sweatshirts and knowledge of how to fix cars. He figures out the problem in about five minutes (they had practically no oil in the car). I'm sitting in his car, in his sweatshirt, drinking his coffee and warm for the first time in about two hours and I turned to my friend and said, "I want to date THAT guy." (He was- and is- very attractive, so that was also in his favor.) :p Then I found out that was the guy I was supposed to date, and two days later we had our first date (also seeing the stars, except it was during a meteor shower- our first kiss was under a falling star- corny, but true).

Now the really interesting parts... He dreamed of what I would look like when he was a little boy, and he knew he would marry me when he heard my name for the first time. I dreamed of him when I was 14, three years before I met him. We never met until I was 17 and he was 20. At the time, he worked at the Christian conference center where my mother and father met 18 years before us, and both of them had long since moved away from there (and divorced). Small world.

We never really dated per se. We met and we were a couple from that moment forward. We never really even talked about it; we were just us. In some ways, it was more like recognizing someone you once knew than meeting someone for the first time. We married right after I turned 19 and he 22, and here we are at what will be 10 years in February. :) No kids yet, only four-legged ones...
 
awwwww. that sounds good enough to be a movie. I get the knowing them already thing, its happened to me but in an opposite way. I knew someone on sight that scared the hell out of me (for no reason) they were dressed normally, rather good looking.... in an open place on a beautiful sunny day. and yet I knew them and that was bad. We both had a look of recognition and puzzlement and he even tried the "dont I know you from somewhere" line. I got shivers and walked as fast as I could away. I thought I was going mad but after a time I came to realize that I recognised him from before and even though I cant say when before is.... i just have to be content with that. Thankfully it was a long time ago and Ive never seen him again.

I think you guys are beautiful.
 
greymare said:
awwwww. that sounds good enough to be a movie. I get the knowing them already thing, its happened to me but in an opposite way. I knew someone on sight that scared the hell out of me (for no reason) they were dressed normally, rather good looking.... in an open place on a beautiful sunny day. and yet I knew them and that was bad. We both had a look of recognition and puzzlement and he even tried the "dont I know you from somewhere" line. I got shivers and walked as fast as I could away. I thought I was going mad but after a time I came to realize that I recognised him from before and even though I cant say when before is.... i just have to be content with that. Thankfully it was a long time ago and Ive never seen him again.

I think you guys are beautiful.
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Woa grey. That is just freaky.....It makes me think about all the times it might have happened to me......:eek: If it did, I think I've either forgotten it, or at least I wasn't sure if it was deja vu or even if I had known that person without seeing them. lol would this confirm belief in reincarnation?

But anyway, what is even more freaky is that I often feel like, as my life unfolds, that I'm acting out some kind of prophecy that I had in the back of my head. It's like I always "knew," or at least I had imagined or "foreseen" at the back of mind, that I would do something, or I see someone else doing it in some "vague story" at the back of my mind, whose origin is unknown (I don't know where I read the story, if it was a story at all or just a dream I had or something I actually saw in real life like in an ad on TV or in a magazine).......and here is the freaky part. I either find myself doing it or I discover.......to my horror, that I am that person.

This experience is not actually that solid, but I have a vague feeling about it, as if I am really living out these "weird prophetic happenings."

There might actually be a scientific explanation (as in brain science) for this. Whenever we access past memories, they can actually be modified or distorted, so that what you think you remember seeing and experiencing is not actually what happened. You modified your past memories when you accessed them, distorting the concepts they held. What is even more scary is that you have no idea that it happens.

One reason why it does happen is because a lot of what we remember is rationalised. When you try to remember something, you try and imagine what happened. You try and rationalise your past memories to reconstruct them, attempting to pull back together images scattered in your brain. In doing so you might actually create new images without knowing it as you try and "imagine and rationalise" your past memory. Your brain processes your most recent access to your past memories as "a new idea," "new insight" or "new concept" because your brain really has no idea what you're doing with your past memories or exactly what they mean, which is another way of saying that you never had any idea what they meant.

The worst time for this to happen is when you decide to lie about something. Suppose you lie. You tell yourself you're going to come up with some kind of story to back it all up. But then the next day, you wake up finding you have 100 things to do!!! Time flies. You forget you lied. There were more important things to do than thinking up a story to explain a lie. It all gets buried in the past. One day someone asks you about it. They tell you what you told them when you lied. But this is impossible. You could not have said that!!! What were you thinking? There must be an explanation......:eek: You assume you didn't lie, so you assume you told the truth. But alas, if you told the truth, what does that mean for the other stuff you've been doing in the last three or so months? You start rewriting your own history without knowing it!!!

Result: a lot of liars believe their own lies. They have subconsciously rewritten their own history. All because they were too busy with life to come up with a story to explain it away, forgot they lied, and now believe what they said!!!
 
Hey, Salty! Yeah, we see this unfortunately when you try to collect data in interviews or surveys. Sometimes people lie consciously, and sometimes they just remember the past to their advantage.

For example, you ask how many times someone ate fast food in the last week. Most people feel guilty for eating fast food more often than they know they should, and they tell you a lower number than they actually did. But it isn't generally that they are outright lying, but rather they forget what they actually did last week and they realign what they think they did with what they know they should have done.

And Grey, that's very interesting. I have met people who instantly scared me really badly and looked normal, but I never felt like I knew them. I just felt like I knew something about them (or sensed it) and they knew that I knew. Josh is the only one I met that I felt like I knew from before and we don't know why, but we had remarkably similar dreams about other stuff when we were kids too, so who knows. I have seen a few people on the street or whatever that I felt very drawn to, like I knew them and should say hi, but I've never tried actually meeting any of them to see why I felt that way.
 
It makes you wonder, doesnt it. Its all a mystery to me and any explanation could be the right one. I am constantly deja vu (ing). well, nearly once a week anyway. Ive just gotten used to it now and I file it (in my head, thats how I deal with stuff). But then again sometimes my boys remind me of stuff that Im supposed to remember and even when prompted I dont recall it. Kind of reversed deja Vu LOL. I think im getting old timers (alzheimers) disease. At the ripe old age of 40. LOL
 
I've always been horrible about remembering people's names. I'm more of a visual person, so I'll remember people on sight and various details about them, but not their name.

I keep wondering how old I will have to be before I am forgiven of that flaw due to my age. LOL :eek:
 
Its not your age, really pathof one. its the fact that there will always be younger people around to remind you that you have forgotten something or someone. Like they call me , "hey, old girl" . LOL nice.
 
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