April 29, 2008
d'oh!
4/29/08
Oh, I had something trenchant to add, but then Tessa sent me a picture. Lucy thought Homer should watch how she takes a bath, so she gave him a spot on our toilet magazine rack, and...
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How can something be so sweet and so profane?
And can someone do a CODE WORD like "when was the last time you felt utterly objectified"?
Posted by Ian Williams at April 29, 2008 11:07 PMWhen I got suckered into auditioning for "Ass Jockey".
I thought it was just going to be a read through...
Homer: "D'oh!"
Hmmmmmm. I'm so old I can't remember being objectified. ;-)
Ian: Your stars have aligned...Obama played a pick-up game with the Heels this week. Check out Tarheelblue and the photo gallery.
It's actually happening to me quite a lot these days, oddly enough, as I near the big 4-0 -- due to the breastfeeding, you see. My chest is enormous! These puppies enter rooms before I do. So, very often I'll strike up a conversation with hitherto coherent men (and women) whose eyes suddenly seem unavoidably drawn downward...to...THEM. And their eyes flit back and forth from THEM to my own eyes, in rapid fashion, while I try to maintain a straight face and continue whatever rational verbal exchange we're trying to sustain -- I mean, do these people think that I'm not noticing their wandering eyes?! It's like, hello! They're just boobs, get over it, they're large, but can we PLEASE stay on topic here? Sometimes I feel like I'm just a walking pair of jugs. Although when Iain weans and said jugs retreat back to their usual wallflower size, I might miss the objectification just a teensy bit. Maybe. Sometimes. Just a bit.
I'm sorry Lyle, got distracted by "My chest is enormous!", what were you saying?
On sunny afternoons, the kids in my neighborhood (spearheaded by my own two ring-leading nut-jobs) objectify me as a pitching machine/backstop/tackling dummy/big & goofy target.
Lyle, I agree with (boobs) everything you are saying (love boobs) and once (boobies) we men get over (naked boobs) the fact that they are just another (fergilicious) part of a woman's anatomy (bbbrrrrrruuumssskkyy) then we will be able to act like mature adults.
So Lyle, I had to click on your link to see if you had a photo of the girls on your blog. Alas, no, but I did laugh at the wedding photo! Are you really tall, or are they really short? Also, my husband is a Kellogg alum, class of 97. There was a girl named Lyle in his class, was it you? I only remember her name because I thought it was unusual. Just curious.