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Originally Posted by Muckety Muck
 For the record, my comment "I like the way you work it, MissZooey. How would you manage it?" was NOT "flirting" with MissZooey. The comment has to be see in context of the ongoing conversation.
Previously, MissZooey had randomly and gratuitiously expressed her displeasure with my nickname, because it "ruined the song" for her. So using a line in the song was merely a mild dig at her for being nasty about my nickname, and saying I had "ruined" the song. Previously in the thread I had had an argument with MissZooey about feminist topics, and been besieged by male defenders of MissZooey, who I had stated that I felt were doing so ONLY because she was a rare female, not because she was making any valid points. So "I like the way you work it" also referred to my feeling that she was deliberately courting such gallantry so that she could be defended. It also mocked her avatar, of the the actress from "The Office", which would help elicit such gallantry from lonely internet Knights. The sentence "How would you manage it?" referred to the ongoing conversation about "armchair sex", and was in response to MissZooey dismissing the subject as beneath contempt, or silly. "We aren't going to discuss the logistics of armchair sex, are we" was what she said, I believe. Since I thought that the rather difficult logistics of armchair sex (in the movie Juno) were a valid point, and didnt' like having it so airily and contemptuously dismissed, I actually wanted an answer as to WHY MissZooey thought that the logistics weren't worth discussing "How would you manage it?" meant, do you really have in mind a way such would be realistic and comfortable for two 16 year olds to have sex for the first time? The question was also RHETORICAL, in that I didn't think the question could be believably answered, and I didn't expect MissZooey to answer it, as I didnt' believe she could possiblly have a satisfying answer on the subject. It was not "flirting" or an attempt to "turn MizzZooey on" or elicit details about her private life, if that is what everyone is implying. As for the "obscene drawing", let me unveil the mystery so that it doesn't take on depths of depravity limited only by people's imaginations. The picture was based on the previous Microsoft Paint pictures posted by Abbot & Prospero, which humorously depicted the logistics of Armchair Sex using stick figures. (Abbot's had someone with a helicopter hat descending into someone else's lap). I had just created one where the armchair was empty, but the stick figures were happily making love on a nearby bed, while the armchair looked sad. I then, fired up with creativity, created one that mocked MissZooey's sniffy dismissal of the subject, depiciting a stick figure with lipstick and horn rimmed glasses reading a book with her elbows resting in the seat of the armchair, her back to a stick figure labeled "DaveB" who looked sad, implying that there was going to be no sex if the lady-stick figure did not stop reading her book. The whole point of it was to make fun of "Armchair sex" by depicting sex involving armchairs that was NOT anything like the scenario in the movie "Juno", as in the previous cartoon where the stick figures were having sex while ignoring the armchair completely. It also made fun of MissZoeey because she is a librarian (or teacher, or something). The much laughed at "penis" of DaveB, which people claimed had "fallen off" was in fact the foot of an incompletely erased stick figure. If MissZooey was truly offended by the "obscene" picture, I apologize, but I honestly thought the silliness, and stick-figuriness of it all would be laughed at, not taken as a horrendous crime against MissZooey's southern-belle-like femininity. Just to make things clear, there was no stick-figure penis in the picture, nor were there any stick figure boobs or vaginas. Although the picture WAS labeled "armchair sex with MissZooey", I must point out that it depicted MissZooey and DaveB NOT having sex, and unlikely TO have sex anytime in the near future, repeating the idea that armchairs and sex just don't mix. |
(Do I even need to place an eyeroll here?)
