[m4w] exhaustion

m4w is mostly regarding the "women have to work twice as hard to get half the credit" meme.

I'm not convinced.

Generally, if something comes naturally, it's small effort for big praise. But, until you've mastered something, or otherwise trained yourself to the point where it does "come natural", it's a whole load of effort without much positive feedback.

She concludes that therefore women burn themselves out much faster. I'm not sure, maybe we just hear about it more. Maybe women speak up more because they never know when they as a gender will be completely silenced again. I've often wondered if women are historically better emotive/communicators simplyy because for a long time it was the only weapon we were allowed. Not wondered enough to really explore it like a scientist, but, you know.

I guess, because I have no typical women's role to play (lover/wife/mother) that I rarely get that kind of tired. I'm emotionally exhausted at the moment, but it has nothing to do with my gender, nor is it something I can resolve, which is a relief. I can't fix this, so I won't waste my resources trying.

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Close to home is a guy doing a drumroll in a birthing room, to highlight the key moment. That gets exhausting after a few weeks.

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Women's Wit is from Sue Grafton: If high heels were so wonderful, men would [still] be wearing them.
The "still" is left off the daily quote, but is what I found online.

Shockingly enough, most of the top google results for "men in high heels" are blocked at work. and the brainyquote site has pop-ups, so I won't link it. At least when I'm at work. At home, my browser of choice blocks pop-ups, so I wouldn't know either way.

I'm all for men in high heels, myself. I'm still not sure when humans swapped mating roles, obliging the females to don the bright coloring. Big mistake, that.

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A ha! So I do know the varmint who copped my interest in Certain Species of Fruitbats. (I do not think that means what you think it means.) I don't know who the other Pink Grapefruit Jellybeans fan is though. Humph.

In other probably pointless ego-gratification, I've pointedly not invited anyone to Orkut. I want to see who finds me. It did lead to amusing discussion with prog, who regarded it like a video game. "O, I scored 18, but Tim O'Reilley is still ten times better than me, drat." A one night frenzy, or friendzy, as it were. "Oooooh, I wonder if that's been registered." But of course.

[m4w] exhaustion

m4w is mostly regarding the "women have to work twice as hard to get half the credit" meme.

I'm not convinced.

Generally, if something comes naturally, it's small effort for big praise. But, until you've mastered something, or otherwise trained yourself to the point where it does "come natural", it's a whole load of effort without much positive feedback.

She concludes that therefore women burn themselves out much faster. I'm not sure, maybe we just hear about it more. Maybe women speak up more because they never know when they as a gender will be completely silenced again. I've often wondered if women are historically better emotive/communicators simplyy because for a long time it was the only weapon we were allowed. Not wondered enough to really explore it like a scientist, but, you know.

I guess, because I have no typical women's role to play (lover/wife/mother) that I rarely get that kind of tired. I'm emotionally exhausted at the moment, but it has nothing to do with my gender, nor is it something I can resolve, which is a relief. I can't fix this, so I won't waste my resources trying.

::

Close to home is a guy doing a drumroll in a birthing room, to highlight the key moment. That gets exhausting after a few weeks.

::

Women's Wit is from Sue Grafton: If high heels were so wonderful, men would [still] be wearing them.
The "still" is left off the daily quote, but is what I found online.

Shockingly enough, most of the top google results for "men in high heels" are blocked at work. and the brainyquote site has pop-ups, so I won't link it. At least when I'm at work. At home, my browser of choice blocks pop-ups, so I wouldn't know either way.

I'm all for men in high heels, myself. I'm still not sure when humans swapped mating roles, obliging the females to don the bright coloring. Big mistake, that.

::

A ha! So I do know the varmint who copped my interest in Certain Species of Fruitbats. (I do not think that means what you think it means.) I don't know who the other Pink Grapefruit Jellybeans fan is though. Humph.

In other probably pointless ego-gratification, I've pointedly not invited anyone to Orkut. I want to see who finds me. It did lead to amusing discussion with prog, who regarded it like a video game. "O, I scored 18, but Tim O'Reilley is still ten times better than me, drat." A one night frenzy, or friendzy, as it were. "Oooooh, I wonder if that's been registered." But of course.