>--Close reading? Even casual reading of Tully's recent posts makes it
>clear that she's a she! It's interesting to me that everybody keeps
>referring to Tully as a he. --A person engaging in political debate?
>Gotta be a man. (Gender politics in action--)
>
>That said, I have to side with C. and Kel on the issue that Tully
>brings up: only in a hyperconsumer culture like the U. S. would a
>person conflate individual purchasing decisions and political activity.
>
>Miles
Hey! I get called a man ALL the time in spite of talking about things that make it clear that I'm a broad.
As a broad who engages in political debate, I'm hurt. *sniff*
The bottle of scotch Max owes me that Tully isn't a woman!
--anyone who would find it daunting to clean a 1200 sf house (with 4 rooms not in use) *has* to be a man! (you used a stereotype first!)
--washing ziplocks is saving money? *rolling.......* (or new!? ziplocks are a luxury in my book!) has to be a man who's ex-wife left him with no tupperware or rubbermaid. (if a woman, someone who grew up pretty privileged to be unaware of plastic containers -- available at your nearest yard/garage sale, CHEAP!)
--women are far more likely to have gone the house sharing route a long ass time ago if they were that concerned about the wastefulness of letting space go unused.
--a woman would have had a garage/yard sale long ago and gotten rid of that stuff! Or, or.... eBay!
(but again, all of this is just foot pushin', in my book.)
Had to post this, though. Tells you our far behind the times I probably am 'coz I never heard this one. Detachable Penis. Heard it on the way home from my profligate spending spree. I am now whipping myself for buying 1/2 off Snickers eggs! (But, hey! If Tully is a woman, he can join the LBO Broad Squad for the Dick Swing!):
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast. Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for a while, then out]