I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
I'll eventually tire of them, but I love the way in which serious looking, outwardly prudish victorians loved to prchase pictures full of naked women, and somehow managed a full mental disconnect from the fact that victorian women were buttoned up from toes to neck.
well, they liked a bit of decolletage at a ball, but... Anyway, here they were producing what was the equivalent of internet porn and declaring it perfectly socially acceptable, because it was "Art". Still, as a pubescent teenager, art galleries and the national geographic were my biggest sources of information as to what girls were hiding under their clothes.
Yep, the ship's gone down on the subject of mers ... xxx!
ReplyDeleteI have more. More Mermaids.
ReplyDeleteI'll eventually tire of them, but I love the way in which serious looking, outwardly prudish victorians loved to prchase pictures full of naked women, and somehow managed a full mental disconnect from the fact that victorian women were buttoned up from toes to neck.
well, they liked a bit of decolletage at a ball, but...
Anyway, here they were producing what was the equivalent of internet porn and declaring it perfectly socially acceptable, because it was "Art".
Still, as a pubescent teenager, art galleries and the national geographic were my biggest sources of information as to what girls were hiding under their clothes.