I Shave My Legs
I stumbled across this poem the other day. Thought I’d post it cos its funny, nothing to do with being feministic. In fact that’s really not what this blog is all about. Its about girls in IT.
My sister in law read my posts the other day and her first comment was ” wazza matter, doncha like guys?” Of course I do, but every now and then I feel the need to throw in a feministic post, can’t help it. After so many years working amongst men, always the minority, always the underdog, you just become like that I s’pose, for me anyway.
But here goes :
Girly Poem
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee.
And I can justify
any shopping spree.
Don’t go to a barber,
but a beauty salon.
I can get a massage
without a hard-on.
I can balance the checkbook,
I can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends,
about the size of my ass.
My beauty’s a masterpiece,
and yes, it takes long.
At least I can admit,
to others when I’m wrong.
I don’t drive in circles,
at any cost.
And I don’t have a problem,
admitting I’m lost.
I never forget,
an important date.
You just gotta deal with it,
I’m usually late.
I don’t watch movies,
with lots of gore.
Don’t need instant replay,
to remember the score.
I won’t lose my hair,
I don’t get jock itch.
And just cause I’m assertive,
Don’t call me a bitch.
Don’t say to your friends,
Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear,
I can do better!
Flowers are okay,
But jewelry’s best.
Look at me you idiot…
Not at my chest,
I don’t have a problem,
With Expressing my feelings.
I know when you’re lying,
You look at the ceiling.
DON’T call me a GIRL ,
a BABE or a CHICK .
I am a WOMAN.
Get it?, you DICK!?
True story
The scene – huge IT social even. Geeks IT types everywhere; mingling, talking about web designs, latest in instant messaging, comparing mobile phones, pondering what the universe would be like in the next millenium.
There however was one non techy amongst the crowd. A tall man in his early forties, athletic, one could say good looking if you like the eastern block type. He looks around him and wonders who he could chat to.
Turns to the fella next to him, says ” Hi, how are you tonite? What do you do?”
The other guy says ” Oh, I’m an architect.”
First guy says “Oh yeah, I’m in the middle of renovating my house…………..”
- DOH!!
Girls can do it just as good…
I don’t wanna sound like I am obsessed with farts… but farts really are funny. Doesn’t matter where you are in the world, whatever culture, race, religion, farts are just hilarious!
And while we’re on the subject I’d just like to say that girls fart too. And is that okay with everyone? Or do we think that only guys are allowed to fart and be funny?
Scooby Dooby Doo
Scene with Thelma and Fred walking through Haunted Castle.
Thelma : I know you F red, you only go for swimsuit models.
Fred : Hey, I’m a man of substance. Dorky chicks like you turn me on too.
Thelma walks away rolling her eyes.
Fred sighs : That’s a compliment!
Is it really? And are smart chicks all dorks, nerds, geeks? Why can’t they also be swimsuit models. Again stereotyping.
Mighty Fine Time.
I bought my husband a new watch for Xmas this year. It’s a Baume & Mercier. He loved it! It took a while to decide on a watch I thought would suit him. I researched, I read, I interviewed, I shopped.
I tell ya, if you think being a computer programmer is about as technical as you can get, think again! The technicalities in watch making is something else to reckon with.
Check out this one that I stumbled across on Fine Time magazine – its a Jaeger leCoultre brand , a model revived to mark its 75th anniversary, renamed : Reverso Grande Complication Triptyque. It has 3 faces, one on either side of a pivoting case, a third looks out through a small window from the base plate. It contains a perpetual calendar displaying day,date,month,leap years and moon phase(what the hell is that?) that will require no adjustment until the year 2100. And how is this done? What format date do they use – Julian, Gregorian? How many formulas? But its not a CPU?? Well, apparently this complication requires just :
“one impulse per day from an ingenious lever mechanism aligned through the pivoting case into the vase plate. The movement contains a Grade 5 tourbillon weighing 0.38 gram in its filigreed titanium cage…”
Did anyone understand that? Fine Time magazine goes on to state that :
“…at almost $500,000 this inspired work of art is, frankly, almost a bargain…”
It really does leave my good ole Casio calculator watch for dead!
