Truly Disappointing

Friday, February 10, 2006

personality types

Interesting. I stole this from E over at

I took the Myers-Briggs test. Again. I've taken it before and I'm still an INTJ.
Clips from the profile. I want to know what you think:

To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know.

INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect -- and will generally be made aware of this.

Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. Many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.

Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.

Groucho Marx? Thank You, But No...

first of all, welcome back pinky-poo, youve been missed. and yes youre hot. one of the few black guys i find hot. and please, its not a race thing. just a taste thing.

as for anger, im a total angerball half the time. but unlike pinky i usually get it out verbally with a bunch of fucks and motherfuckers and goddammits. not that i havent wanted to beat something, only with my baton or a baseball bat, not my fists. i had a hard enough time with a broken ankle let alone a broken hand. not good times.

and yes, meeting people is bizarre. whats even more bizarre is who stays in your life and who doesnt. seems even more randon and weird. like crop circles, not explainable really. its like that movie sliding doors. one little thing different and everythings different. very scary if you think about it. how close i was to not having kt as a friend or how dating one guy was a near miss i coulda afforded to actually miss. lol!

as for sex. sex is cool. though ive forgotten in what ways. my thing is intimacy. i want intimacy not necessarily cock in pussy action. and yes, women talk about everything. we're just more social beings i think. i could never seriously date a guy who couldnt deal with me giving kt a blow by blow so to speak of our lives or sex lives. thats just how it is. men internalize things, women talk about them. some women apparently write about them on the internet. lol!

and yes i ask people about anything and everything. and you know what, most of the time they answer my questions and i get so much interesting info from them. youll never know unless you ask. and im just an inquisitive person. i like hearing about people and their experiences. gives me more fodder for that book im gonna write one of these days. i mean, isnt it the whole writers thing to observe humanity and absorb the bizarre and unusual and even the mundane to use as fodder one day? though yes, admittedly, observation should not take the place of participation.

ok, i need to ask some advice. i went to a call today that was called in by a female officer with another area police dept. a woman came to her part-time job and needed help. what had occurred did so in my jurisdiction so i had to handle the situation. after i go the info i needed from this victim chick i was chatting with this other officer. she asked me kinda out of the blue, as is typical in these situations, whether my brows were drawn on or tattooed. i said drawn. she started telling me about her brows which are tattooed.

now, for those of you not in the know, i pretty much have tweezed my brows into oblivion. and as i havent really discussed before, because its a sore spot with me, i tweeze because its a stress relief thing for me. thats kinda the m.o. of trichotillomania aka hair pulling. when i get really stressed about something the brows almost totally disappear. lately ive been growing them back but lets face it, ha ha, they arent ever going to be normal, ever. so i have to draw them back on. its the thing that takes the longest in my daily routine because i have to make them perfect. and of course i always have to worry about whether they will rub off in certain situations, etc. lets just say, i fucking hate having no brows.

now i had thought about the whole tattooed brows thing before but i had only ever seen bad examples of it. well this chick officer's brows were great. they didnt look fake and clown-like at all. they looked good. shes gonna give me the info about who did them and everything. apparently this chick is licensed and a professional and stuff and will work with you for hours to pick the right shape and all that so that you dont look retarded.

so, im thinking of doing it. to be able to wake up and not have to paint my brows on would totally rock. it would free me in a way. i would be able to do some things i dont do now because i dont want to have my brows wiped or washed off. it would relieve me of that stress i feel when i deal with my brows.

however, tattoos are permanent. and i have that fear, which i think is ok, that they will end up looking shitty...forever. and that would suck. ive seen all those oprah episodes and dateline exposes of fucked up cosmetic procedures. i do not want to be on oprah or dateline because i look like groucho marx.

so, im gonna look into it and see what the deal is. if this chick is licensed and she does it in a plastic surgeons office who is also licensed and the stuff shes done looks good and she works with me to find the right thing for my brows and we get the right color, why not do it? if i would feel better about myself, why not?

but i just wanted to get opinions and reactions. so, what do you think? man, im all angsty now. i wanna do it for all the good reasons but im worried. jump or not? ugh!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

S to the E to the X

It took me awhile, but I finally found groups of women who openly talked about sex. In my high school experience, the girls I knew wouldn't talk about it at all. Once I did get to listen to girls talking it over, I was always amazed (and often appalled) at the detail they would go into. It's proven fact that men think about sex all the time and that most women that simply walk by us will be mentally undressed and sized up. But in my experience, we don't go into gory detail or swap techniques. Not usually--only if there is something particularly memorable about the experience. It does happen from time to time, however. The majority of it is bragging--comparing numbers, who slept with the hottest girl, how long (in time or dates) did it take to get a girl to give it up, etc.

Let's take your first kiss example: after a first kiss, guys might want to know "how was it?", but they don't care about the details unless there was something particularly interesting (bad or good). They want to know what was attempted, what base was reached, and other items such as "was she as hot naked as we thought?" or "is she a screamer? I bet she's a screamer"

It took me a looooooooong time to understand that there is a clear minority of women who can engage in casual sex. Took me even longer to find one that was interested in me. Funny thing is, I ended up taking that liason more seriously than she did--go figure. And, of course, found out later than she had made friendly with more than a few other men. Again, go figure.

Casual relations can be done without the typical crying and yelling afterward. But both parties have to be of a similar mind-set going into it. More often than not, one likes the other more--wants to make more out of it. That's when the fun starts.

gender wars

(MP, I have no doubt of that at all. Men improve with age. So do women. And for the record, you won't live it down because *I* still feel bad about it.)


When we were in college, we discovered that Susan will ask ANYONE ANYTHING. We talked about sex. A lot. Now, it isn't the kind of thing that comes up in polite social conversations, really, but with good friends, it frequently does.

I think women discuss and think about sex as much as men do. I also think we do it differently.

We don't brag -- about ourselves or our conquests. We do discuss techniques. After a first kiss, we want to know "how was it?" And if you're Susan, you want details. A. Lot. of Details.

We do discuss technique. If you try a technique shared by a friend, you usually report back on how it worked.

There are names. We all seem to know what jackhammer tongue means.

And yet, it's not a kiss and tell-all. But there's discussion.

We do imagine you (men) naked. Not apparently as often as you imagine us naked, but more often than you think we do.

For the most part, sex is more complicated for us than it seems to be for men. Our engines are slower to rev. Enough effort needs to be put into this, and enough trust exist beforehand, for it all to be good, that most of us can't do it quite as casually as men who do casual can do it (how's that for a sentence!). But, again, for the most part, we like it as much as you do.


Anger Management

Man, I'm never going to live that one down, am I? Who knew there was a perfectly solid concrete wall behind the corkboard where we used to hang our flyers in the dorm? For those who don't know the story, I once recieved an email from Kate that led to me picking a fight with a wall by sucker punching it. The wall won. It was funny in the fact that I actually consider myself to be somewhat level-headed and difficult to enrage; I doubt most people that know me would disagree with that statement.

This provides me a nice segue into a topic I have spent a lot of time thinking about. I used to be a bit of a hot head (well before my college years), and I've known many folks who have used anger to their advantage, my older brother and one of my best buddies from college being a prime examples. At some point in my life, I realized that fits of anger are probably the ugliest thing a person can exhibit. While it is true that you may gain a temporary advantage over your enemies (sadly, more often than not it's over your friends/loved ones instead), you will inevitably lose more ground than you gain in most cases after the fact. When it comes right down to it, what in life is actually worth getting angry about? The guy that cut you off on the road? The fact that you never got that side order you asked for at the restaurant? The girl that decided to date someone else instead of you? It never ceases to amaze me what people will get upset over that really doesn't matter in the Grand Scheme of Things(tm). Life is too short. Don't sweat the small stuff.

This is not to say that anger doesn't have it's place, and isn't useful under certain circumstances. Some situations obviously call for it, and when they do, by all means, unleash your inner Hulk and SMASH.

In other news, man that story takes me back. I was glad to see that the last time I was in ATL, Huey's was still there :) One of the many things I remember about that night was sitting with a circle of all you girls and listening to you complain about how there weren't enough boys around. For a guy who was attending a school that had a 3:1 guy:girl ratio, I couldn't help but think I wish I had discovered Agnes Scott a bit earlier in my college carrer :) Good times, good times. Not that you care, but for the record, Bill is married to a lovely Japanese girl and has two boys now. Who knew?

So the last time you saw me in person was 2000... wow. Well, I'm much sexier now ;)

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


Ja, don't make the man angry. I've not seen it, just heard, but apparently? Anger makes you somewhat self-destructive.

I've been thinking lately about how it is that people come into your life. I've moved a lot. When I filled out my mortgage paperwork, I had to list all my addresses for the past 10 years. I've had 10, three states. Three regions of the country. I have friends I rarely see, but people who I still consider part of my life. Pinky's one of them. I haven't seen him in person since --- 2000? I think?

Pinky and I met on possibly the weirdest worst date ever -- and it wasn't ours. Susan had a little sister first-year who was DESPERATE to meet guys immediately upon entering college. Would now be a good time to mention that we went to a WOMEN'S COLLEGE? B was interesting. She surfed websites at GT until she found a guy she liked, chatted with him, and then wanted to meet. I think they met on our campus, first, but she was planning to meet him after our fall formal dance -- just somewhere downtown. So we decided, in the interest of safety, to not let her go alone. So her roommate, me, my little sister J, and I head off with B to meet this dude. Who apparently didn't want to come alone, either, so he brought a friend too.

And so we met rolling our eyes across a table of beignets while my little sister chattered on and on and on and on about NOTHING. And he's been part of my life ever since.

I met Susan orientation weekend during college. We bonded over her first psycho roommate, who thought we all hated her because she was a lesbian. No, she was a bitch, and that was the problem. And then there was KC. With the anger issues and the jungle warfare in the form of overhumidification of the dorm room. And the dairy issues. She had combat boots. I don't know why we spent so much time together, we just did. We clicked. We lived together for two very rocky years, didn't speak often for the next two, and now things are all good.

I met Cathy over "adversity," too. Someone we fondly know as Charm School. She owns naughty librarian shoes, is overly cheerful, and is a psychotic control freak. We were collectively shunned and started going out for tequila. And discovered we had things in common -- mostly a bitchy and bizarre sense of humor and a love for random musical numbers in movies. Things have grown from there.

I still don't know Daniel, which I think is highly a shame. Life could be richer with more people like you all in the world.

(and no, despite the sap I'm not buying anyone a damn coke)

Return of the Angry Black Man

So I've come out of blogging retirement. For those of you reading along, wondering who this new guy is, let me try to make a quick introduction: I ran into Kate (and Susan as a result) through a friend of mine at Georgia Tech, the rest is history. I do happen to be black--I try not to get angry, though. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. I am 31 years old, and am just now beginning the settling-down phase of life. Bought a big house, bought an SUW (a 2006 Ford Freestyle), have a live-in girlfriend, and a decent paying job (thanks to that GT education). I think we could use more of a male perspective around these parts, and I will not be afraid to say exactly what I think from a male point of view. You have been warned.


Okay, Susan and I have been having this debate over the phone. I'm bringing it to the public TD forum for comments.

If you've not been paying attention, Trojan has produced a new line of feminine products -- Elexa (I think I'm spelling that right). Condoms, lubes, and hygiene wipes for women. (Although I think they're regular on-the-guy condoms, not female condoms).

My take: While we all want to be clean when engaging in sexual remove-the-clothes activities, most feminine cleanliness products are not formulated with a sensitivity to the actual chemistry of the woman parts. Maybe these are, I don't know. But a lot of similar things cause, well, issues. (Scan the archives for Susan's cunt funk rant if you want more info). So that's not good.

Secondly, why wipes for us? Does sweaty man crotch smell/taste any better than woman crotch funk? NO.

Susan? Next?

Team USA

I've officially joined the Sock Knitting team. I have a pattern, I have yarn, I have needles. I am making a pair of socks for my 2 year old niece, Chloe. I called Chloe's mom last night to get the measurements of her foot. Like me, the child has big feet. (A strong foundation) After getting the measurements, I talked with Chloe. I told her I was going to make her a pair of socks and asked her how she liked that. She said "I wouldn't like that."

I'm making them anyway -

Real Life 101 - Chapter 1

Always have enough money in your account to cover the automatic withdrawls.

The boy called and left me a voice mail message yesterday. He is overdrawn and wants to borrow money. 4 days. It only took 4 days. I'm still debating the issue in my head. I will make a decision when I find out how much and when he has the nerve to call and talk to me in person.

Dave The Vet Guy Date Critique

ok heres the post dave the vet tech guy date critique.....

i didnt know what to expect in the looks dept considering the pic on his profile is him in a hat so a lot is covered up. when he walked up to me i was happily surprised. hes cute in an odd way. i cant describe it. kinda like kt's ex was cute in an odd boy way. ok, to me at least. but i digress. hes got short curly hair and i believe blue eyes. it was dark, the eyes were light. and hes got those cute crinkly wrinkles on the sides of his eyes. he is 37 after all. i find it attractive, go fig. and at times i found myself thinking, wow id like to put my hands in his hair and wow id like to kiss him. i figure thats a fairly good sign.

and hes funny. yeah he has an odd way of talking. its a weird mannerism kinda thing, but hes friggin funny. i think i laughed most of the night. and he could tease and play along well. as could happen only on a susan date, we somehow got onto talking about anal sex. yeah, very weird. and it became this like recurring joke. oh that and the fact that he fucked a deaf girl whom he didnt realize was deaf until she started making deaf girl sex sounds. In The Company Of Men anyone, anyone? lol! long story. when a guy can smile and laugh when i teasingly call him a "deaf girl fucker" you know hes got a sense of humor. i know, i know, if my dates were ever videotaped and aired on tv.....

so we went to this kinda dive bar in the cool people with funky glasses part of town aka east atlanta and played bingo. ok, we kinda played bingo for a while, but as the night went on there was less concentration on the bingo part. another good sign. we ended up staying until about 1am. 5 hours, not bad. at the end there was no weird hug situation or anything. im not sure if thats good or bad. but, good sign i guess, he scheduled the next date. we're going out again sunday sometime and doing something i dont even know. hey, a schedule the next date on the first date is good right?

so yeah, i actually had a good time. where things are i dont know, but thats ok. we shall see how the next date goes. im thinking there should be a kiss move made on his part right? i mean, for a really good sign, right? whatever. so yeah, good times.

and i have had a couple more guys contact me so im keeping the juggling meat market going for right now. i may be going out with the marine twin or frenchy this weekend too. havent heard back from either as of yet. we shall see. i think im more interested in frenchy because he actually talked to me unlike marine boy who hasnt really made that effort yet. plus, dudes french yo. thats kinda hot.

but anyways, i of course will keep yall updated. yeah for me. lol!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

For Kt

The Pink Sweater......For all the world to see:

Responde s'il vous plait

Playing the field, man. It's what being single and looking is supposed to be about, right? Gotta love the pussy-whipped man, really. And please, don't conquer the Frenchman. Let him have a little bit of manly pride first or you damn agressive Germans are not getting anywhere of value.

Resistance is futile.

KUDOS, Congratulations, and mazel tov. The moving? Good. The getting of locks changed? AWESOME.

I know it sucks. I know from watching my mom. But I also know that he needs to go and do whatever it is that he needs to go and do. You can't help him now because he doesn't want it. And you've done what you could.

Meanwhile? PAR-TAY.

Come back from the dark side. We need your male levity.

Love Obama. He is intelligent, passionate, and well-spoken. His speech? At the Dem National Convention? Absolutely brilliant. He is not an extremist. But he believes in people. He has some of the best potential for actually doing something in our corrupted system that I can see. He has all the things I liked about Kucinich during the primaries, but with the charisma and poise to be heard. He is worth watching.

I wanna play too!!

Backseat Boris

People Iced:Seventeen
Car Bombs Planted:Fourteen
Favorite WeaponFiber Wire
Arms Broken:Sixteen
Eyes Gouged:Nine
Tongues Cut Off:None. Pathetic.
Biggest Enemy:Garbage Pete

Get Your HITMAN Name

Yahoo Dating Fever

ok i am seriously insane. im on some yahoo dating push here. not sure why. guess i better grab the tiger by the tail while the mood strikes me. i went online and emailed some guys and emailed some guys back i never got around to responding to. and then i got messaged by this guy. a french guy. yes hes in atlanta. his name is pascal. very frenchy. ooooh lala!

we chatted for quite some time and he was very funny and nice. nice change of pace. we may be getting coffee this weekend. it will be interesting to go out with a foreigner. havent tried that before. we shall see how it goes. though his body type is very andy-like. tall and skinny. but hes got green eyes and im sure an accent to die for, so that makes up for it. right? lol! he can whisper unintelligible sweet nothings into my ear while smoking and surrendering to the soooo bad! hey i forgot to ask him if he had a beret. i loves me some beret action yo!

and then the marine twin messaged me and then called. we may be doing something this weekend too. busy schedule. chock full of potential mine fields. but im trying to be optimistic. if nothing else i will have more fodder for my book that i havent started to write yet. one of these days, i swear, one of these days.

but i guess i shouldnt complain. its nice that people wanna go out with me. and like i mentioned before, more chances to strike it big! so we shall see how it goes. should be a mixed bag this week. variety, the spice of life. if nothing else im getting out of the house, right? lol!

Monday, February 06, 2006

Dave The Vet Tech Guy

ok, i just spoke with dave the vet tech guy on the phone. im worried. he sounded like one of those nerdy i enunciate very well type guys. you know the kind. the slightly nasally sounding nerdy guy. geez. i seriously dont need that kind of action yo. though turns out i may be heading back down to east atlanta for our date. theres bingo trivia or something at the gravity bar. wow, im getting the quick tour of east atlanta this month arent i?

i hate having reservations before a date. his emails have always been ok, but the nerdy talk was just slightly offputting. shit me. though he sounds educated and stuff. i just dont need the nerd. ugh. a girl just cant win these days. but then again maybe he'll be ok. those nerdy types tend to be very nice guys who treat women well. i could use some boy tlc. and if he sees me as being a step above him in ranking that could be to my advantage. ok, im totally overthinking it all now. no need for strategy. ive made it through shitty dates before. and hey at least ill be drinking and playing bingo or something.

oh how the hopes go up and fall right back down. gotta love it yo.

but hey i guess its cool that ive been hitting the dating thing fairly steadily around here. as the subdudes said, "you cant strike out unless you swing." how true 'dudes, how true. with the more dates i go on the odds have to get better that i will find somebody groovy. right???

just got messaged by the marine twin boy. he then called me. he sounds very young and southern. hes going out to play poker. why is it that everybody i meet has a hangout bar or goes to play poker or whatever? everybody apparently has this rich social nightlife that i cant even fathom having. i am such a loser. but alas i will go out with him this weekend and will see how it goes. put this grade A beef out on display for an evening. gotta love the meat market yo.

dammit, pizza, you need to arrive here now! im so hungry man seriously.....

Very Cool Yo

Da' Soul Taker

People Iced:Thirty Three
Car Bombs Planted:Eight
Favorite WeaponBag Full Of Doorknobs
Arms Broken:Thirty
Eyes Gouged:Six
Tongues Cut Off:Eleven
Biggest Enemy:The Knee Bender

Get Your HITMAN Name

The TD Mob

Rude Ruby

People Iced:Ten
Car Bombs Planted:Two
Favorite WeaponPiano Wire
Arms Broken:Fifteen
Eyes Gouged:Twenty Two
Tongues Cut Off:Thirteen
Biggest Enemy:Da' Loot

Get Your HITMAN Name

The Move

Well, the move has kinda-sorta happened. He isn't there anymore, but quite a bit of his stuff still is. We had a "moment" on Friday night that involved some major hugging and some tears (mine). He even suggested that we have lunch together on Saturday. That didn't happen because he slept through it.....And didn't bother to call me until about 6 pm. So of course, I figured he was dead. First night away from home. And I still don't know where he is living or with whom. Or anything. I'm sure I won't be welcome there, nor will it be someplace I would want to go, but it would be nice to know. In case of an emergency.

Yesterday he "popped" in to brush his teeth and shave. So, I got to have the one last sink covered with hair. Lucky me.

Right now, my locks are being changed. Haven't told the boy that this is going to happen. I was going to tell him at lunch on Saturday., I'm guessing he will find out by coming over and trying to get in.

And tonight, the cake will be thrown out and the plate will be washed. Hopefully the rest of the stuff will be gone by Friday. I have the weekend off from the part-time job, so maybe this will be my weekend with RugDoc and Mr. Clean.

What The Fuck Yo!

does anybody wanna tell me where my last post went? i mean, i know everyone coulda guessed i got blown off again, but still...

i really liked that last line of mine- "im the best thing youll never have." come on, it was an angsty moment and now its gone. figures.

but then again nothing gets you over a dumb boy like another boy. have a date with dave the vet tech and kitty lover on tuesday. his cats are named cello and nutmeg. interesting. apparently hes as pussy whipped as i am. meow.

ill keep you all updated on my sad shell of a life.

World of Warcraft is the Devil

Hmmm. Nuff Said.
Hopefully I'll catch up blogging instead of working this week?
Last weekend was company, this weekend was gaming. Week is usually work.

Supreme Gas for car / gallon : $2.40
Monthly subscription to WoW : $15.00
Spending your entire weekend in epic surreal gaming environments (conserving gas, potentially reducing air pollutants, but somehow finding no time for anything else, even sleeping) : you know the commercial.


Sunday, February 05, 2006

seven on a sunday

Why is overthinking things a "girl" thing? Because a lot of the guys I know do it, too. Granted, they do it differently, but it's still overthinking.

What a fucking dumbass asshat loser fuckwad. Enough said.


I've been at union leadership training. What I love about this group of people is that they are used to the idea that we are stronger working together. They are therefore very welcoming and open, for the most part, and will talk with you and share. And all of them are older than I am so they've been around and know things. The history of labor in the US is my new personal history research project -- I've done a little research back on my first thesis topic, but I'm up for more.

Soundtrack to my 400 miles:
Rush, Roll the Bones
Jim Croce, the love songs compilation
Rush, Counterparts
Pearl Jam, Ten
U2, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
Grey's Anatomy, the soundtrack
The Smiths, Singles
Butterfly Boucher, flutterby

I realized during Roll the Bones that Rush is an attractive band because of their abilities with the extended metaphor, a conversational techinique in which Susan and I are disgustingly well-versed. The ability to write an entire album in different permutations of a metaphor, as well as the introduction of double entendre and wordplay (as well as the kicking-ist bass lines in rock), may make Rush geek rock, but also make some of it very good rock

I read a lot of books. I frequently can't remember what I finished two weeks ago because I've moved so far beyond on. Recent reads worth mentioning:
The Life of Pi. Yann Martel. Must be finished, as the ending is the story.
Dreams from My Father. Barack Obama. I am madly in love with his politics. More later.
Hooking Up. Tom Wolfe. Short essays. He has an incredible voice and an interesting perspective -- this is my introduction to Wolfe and I liked it enough to pick up the Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Report, well, eventually.

I'm currently reading John Le Carre's The Constant Gardener. It's a male book. It is written by a man in a man's voice with manly versions of women. Do men feel as alienated by depictions of male characters as women often do when reading male authors? And why is it that there is a female literary ghetto but not a male ghetto? I mean, there is "chick lit," sometimes with it's own section apart within the novels, but there is no corresponding male counterpart for Tom Clancy and Louis L'Amour. This is, in my never-humble opinion, blatant sexism in the publishing industry. I've read a few of Jennifer Weiner's books. They are not chick lit (in the derrogatory, OMG, this is a book about a cute young woman who loves shoes, shopping, and dating sense). They are novels with female protagonists. If the main character in a book is a woman, and the book is written by a woman, does that mean that it is automatically pulp fiction and should be ghettoized like sci-fi and fantasy novels are?

I am being mauled and sexually-harrassed by one giant grey tabby cat as I try to pour my thought out into the open and inviting void that is the world wide web. Sullivan says Hi.