Sunday, 11 September 2005

Pardon my french, or, apologising to inanimate objects

Wrote this in one of my responses to my earlier post on assigning characteristics to inanimate objects, but thought it was worth putting up:
"Men do not apologize to inanimate objects. Have you ever seen a woman bump into a chair and say to the chair, "Oops, I'm sorry"? I've seen women say "excuse me" to wastepaper baskets. I've seen women say "pardon me" to table legs. On occasion, I've seen women apologize to extension cords, department-store mannequins, and packing crates that people have left in the middle of their living rooms.... Guys don't do this. When a guy trips over a packing crate, you know what he does? He curses. He goes, "Who the fuck put this box here?" - even if he left it there himself." - Susan Jane Gilman, "Kiss My Tiara" (was too lazy to retype it, so I took the quote off Punkindunkin's blog)
Is this true? I mean, the woman part. The guy part is pretty much spot on. I just hit my funny bone on the chair as I was typing this, and my reactions was pretty much, as they say in comic strips, "$%#@!!!"

Which reminds me of one of my favourite lyrics, from the Jam's "A Town Called Malice": "stop apologising for the things you've never done". (Actually, "A Town Called Malice" is the song that my phone plays to wake me up - it's oddly inspiring to hear "you better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'cos it's the one we'll never know" first thing in the morning.)



oh, then i must be male.....


Mmh, I guess I'll have to read that book. ;-)


No ngader, you are Xena!


it's totally true. I've said sorry to chairs, walls, statues... just about anything that gets in my way.


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