No, it's not another voice coming through, just me being an ass.
I had forgotten how boring the alphabet can actually be with this letter having to follow that letter, following that letter....and so on...
I prefer shuffle mode.
My friend Chester read my last post and commented that Freud would call it Penis Envy.
I agree. Then again, wouldn't Freud call everything penis envy? Wouldn't he think that my preference for peanut butter over jelly indicates a raging case of peanut envy?
I mean Penis Envy.
It is pretty obvious to me that Freud had a penis and liked it quite a lot, yet there is no mainstream psychological theory out there recording penis overattachment. All you Psych residents looking to make a name for yourselves, here is your opportunity; forget Jung, forget Skinner. Start a whole new trend. I'm pretty sure there are more people like Freud out there who love their penis (overly) and are sure that everyone wishes they had one. I envy them, actually. I wish I loved my vagina half as much. I probably would if I could see it. Maybe that is the secret. God, I'm so deep:-)
But I digress.
Before I can go any further, I really need you to go back and listen to this Dar Williams song that I linked to on the CCTR in my last post. I suspect that most of you didn't but it was important. It was, in retrospect, the whole point of the post.
Go ahead. I'll wait here. With my long necked Corona bottle. Obviously a phallic symbol.
You're back already? Are you sure you listened? To the whole song?
I liked to do the things that boys did; climb trees, get dirty, play ball, run around without a shirt, make a go-cart, shoot a bow and arrow. But even then, I knew that it wouldn't last forever because, regardless of how I felt about it, I was going to grow up and become a woman. My post was about those sweet, brief, prepubescent years when you were old enough to get out from under your parents' thumbs for a little while and have an adventure or two, but were still young enough to just be a child as opposed to a young woman or a young man, and before the pressure of middle school made you choose a side and stay there. It was about the days when your best friend might be someone of the opposite sex and when you said, "______ is my best friend", you meant it in an entirely sincere and innocent way, different from the way you might also later describe your boyfriend/girlfriend as being your best friend.
I think it is interesting that evolution has brought us to a place where it can sometimes be difficult to tell the boys from the girls. Could it be that God is trying to tell us something? Or could it be that evolution is taking over? Should Government answer this question, or the Church? Or the scientists? This is not a post about homosexuality Vs heterosexuality or whether man evolved from apes or was created by God. I don't deal with those heady issues. I just think that as the race progresses, maybe the survival of the race depends on women and men coming together and using their individual (as a gender) strengths to further the species. And that being said, it seems to me that maybe our species is becoming a bit more androgynous. Whether it is through nurture or nature, who knows, but I'm all for it. And that is not just my penis envy talking.
Did you intuit from this post that maybe I am afraid aliens are on the way to take over the world? Because, yes, that is one of my fears. And they are totally androgynous, so we need to be ready.
May the force be with you.