Men Can’t Communicate?


This entry in Brett’s blog pointed out a rather antagonising (but subtly true) article from, which can be found here. The article’s pretty self-explanatory, so go read it. My favourite bits, though, are:

When she says, "It's your decision," what she really means is, "You'd better know what I really want and give it to me right now."

When she says, "Go ahead, do what you want," she really means, "I don't want you to, and you're going to pay for this later."

I can personally attest to those being cuttingly accurate translations. :/

I suppose this is the bit where I apply some revealing personal anecdote, but while I find the article interesting, amusing and – as noted – deceptively accurate, I don’t think the reality is necessarily as bipolar between the sexes as it indicates. I can be cagey and uncommunicative about some things, at times, I’m well aware. I also tend to ramble things and then actually follow through with something else. That stems from my tendency – some of the time at least – towards extroverted thought processes, although I do consciously take care to do as I’ve said I would, if I ever state as such; that I think is where the stereotypical female diverges, as the article indicates.

I must say though that I’ve had mixed reactions to being emotionally direct. More than once the simplicity is misunderstood, and the recipient starts manufacturing complexity and subtly that really aren’t there. Although it’s a tricky game, it does seem wiser in general to, when expressing emotion with women, purposely be evasive, and at least a little contradictory, otherwise the real kernel of meaning just won’t get delivered. Obtuse, yes, but functional.

Still, I don’t think about this often at all. This of course applies only to women my own age or thereabouts; family are different anyway. The only women I talk to relatively frequently are Bobo & Sket, and I guess we’ve known each other long enough that we can extrapolate meaning from history easily enough to fudge any immediate lack of comprehension.

As if that sentence wasn’t indication enough, this isn’t going anywhere comprehensible or meaningful, so I’ll quite while I’ve provoked only half my friends. 😉

Blogging your way to unemployment


So the New York Times is running an article For Some, Online Persona Undermines a Résumé (soul-sucking registration possibly required), talking about the apparently growing trend in employers consulting Google, MySpace, LiveJounral, Facebook and similar sites when reviewing graduating applicants.

In summary: employers are turned off by poorly written rants on the writers’ most recent drug & sex exploits, and associated pictures. No kiddin’, right? What is disturbing is when you extrapolate this out; once all employers are doing this, the only people who are going to get jobs are those who don’t [or can’t] use a computer. 😉

For those not familiar with MySpace and related sites, they’re basically just social-centric web hosting sites, where you get your own horribly designed page template, complete with disturbing midi background music (if MySpace isn’t a nail in the coffin against proponents of the BGSOUND tag, I don’t know what is), and the ability to add fifty-seven thousand random people to your Friends list. The theme is pretty consistent – “look at me! look at me!” – with a dash of attitude, leet speak, and whatnot.

Ironically, the most common patrons of MySpace – the wannabe-rebel, anti-“man” teenagers – are completely unaware that the site is owned and operated by Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp. Whoops.

This article reminds me also of an episode of Pure Pwnage, a parody of the glorious life of a professional gamer, where the protagonist’s girlfriend dumps him, so he goes to, enters “easy girls attention whores”, clicks “I’m Feeling Lucky” and goes straight to MySpace. Sadly this now goes to some random “why don’t girls like me?” rant on some forum. Ah well. 🙂

Anyway, I digress. The original article recommends the most sure-fire way of ensuring you don’t embarrass yourself as thinking about your grandmother seeing everything you post. Since both my grandmothers at least occasionally read this, I think I’m safe. 🙂

Plus, I never seem to get invited to those sorts of parties. 😉

Lastly, I’ll refer the more liberal readers to Encyclopaedia Dramatica, a sarcastic parody of Wikipedia. I won’t link directly to some of the topics, ’cause I’ll get in trouble :D, but the adventurous can search for some of the keywords from this entry, and find something that [hopefully] tickles their funny bone. 🙂