I can't even begin to tell you the viciousness of the reaction to my couch theorizing. I, for one, was so happy with the pregnant nascence of my effort that all i could think of was how much more i could add to all that I said about women last time. And then she happened. A precocious little thing with too many opinions, she got into a virtual catfight demanding an explanation for my simplistic views.
Her points and (probably most of those who do end up reading what i put up yesterday).
1. Are things so black and white?
2. Is everything men do designed to "get some"?
Well. its like this. (its what i told her and i hope it makes sense to you too).
Its like you land in Mazgumma city and want to know everything about it! In your enthusiasm, you'll probably run out of steam ten miles out of the airport, hobbling as you would be between every nook, cranny and cafe you see.
Now if i gave you a sheet of paper that said
1. Mazgumma Palace: 10 miles out North west. (Take a tonga)
2. Mazgumma Museum: Behind airport. Walk.
3. Mazgumma Park: 6 miles south of airport. Its twenty square miles. Pack lunch.
4. Mazgumma strip bar: Look in the direction of the big bear, when it gets dark. Look for the Neons. Minimum Tip charge: 10 Mazgus. Waitress bum pinch on the house.
Well, you bet that's not all there is to Mazgumma city, (or to women if you've missed the point i'm so laboriously making) but you get my drift.
When it comes to understanding new landscapes - take in the broad highlights first up, and then go looking for that tiny place, hidden away three miles out at Mozbulka Market, bang opposite Zenot bookstore, that serves Mazgumma's best panzanika.
To all accusations of simplicity, that what i have to say. An understanding of the subtleties need to follow a basic understanding. A rather splendidly made point, i think.
