Presented Without Further Comment

It’s another pressed for time Monday for me, so here’s a little experiment that I just tried that you can try at home:

Open up your favorite search engine and type in the word “boys,” nothing else, just “boys,” and see the results.

Now open up that same search engine in another window and type in the word “girls,” and compare those results to your prior search.

Your results will almost certainly differ, of course, but I couldn’t help but notice the top ads for my “boys” search were one job search website, one sports camp, and one site touting custom glow skull T-shirts, while the top ads for my “girls” search was one involving the HBO series Girls, and two “sexy” dating sites.

Now If Only She Could Give Me A Funny Title For This Too

Recently L. has been having fun with the realization that I have two names around here, so he’s taken to alternating between calling me “Daddy” and testing out how I respond to the name “Rob.” Unsure how I felt about this, I decided to turn it into a game.

L: *laughing* Hey, Rob . . . what are you doing?

Me: *grinning* That’s Daddy to you, mister!

L: *laughing a little more* Hey, Rob . . . what are you doing?

Me: *grinning even bigger* That’s Daddy to you, mister!

This back and forth exchange can go on for some time, and while it’s cute and all, it wasn’t really funny enough to share here until the day L’s Mother gave me the punchline.

Me: That’s Daddy to you, mister!

L’s Mother: *striking a pose* Hey, Daddy . . .

Me: That’s . . . *does a double take* . . . fine, actually.

The Odds You Want To Beat

I remember the days when I used to look at a picture of a girl posing in a certain way(1) with her boyfriend or the like, then wondering if it was unfair how often my first reaction tended to be “He looks like such a [original word censored and replaced with the milder term “jerk”]!  These days I wonder no longer.

These days I know I’m just playing the odds.

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(1)  I can’t really precisely define this poise . . . but it usually includes things like looking a touch over clingy, a smile a little too big or a little to stiff to be natural, and/or a happy looking expression that doesn’t quite reach the eyes.

Insecurities (Part One)

Objectively speaking, it’s funny what people will fixate on to be insecure about, but it’s always a deadly serious matter to the person feeling insecure.

I’ve had some of the most beautiful girls in the world look me dead in the eye and tell me point-blank they just “can’t” be beautiful because of some “flaw” either completely imagined or so insignificant that half the time I can’t see it even when it’s pointed out to me . . . and the half of the time when I do see it, I can never see how it negatively impacts their beauty in the slightest.

But it’s always real to them.

Truth Can Still Be Funnier Than Fiction

A couple of years ago I laughingly mentioned the type of banner ads Facebook was trying to match to my profile.  I still chuckle about that from time to time, in fact.

But recently Twitter has started to top Facebook on the joke.

It doesn’t happen every time, of course, but it’s happened often enough that I’ve started to notice a pattern on Twitter’s top three suggestions on whom I might like to follow.  When it does happen, the suggestions tend to run something like this:

Actual example #1:  Patrick Stewart @ SirPatStew.  (Okay, I’ve never really said anything about liking any of the many things Patrick Stewart is famous for, but I do, so I understand this.)

Actual example #2:  Seth Green @ SethGreen.  (Ditto.)

Fictional example (I think!):  18+SexyGrrl @ TehSexyPlace.

Wow!  Really?  You know what?  When I signed up for Twitter, I flat out (and naively) did not expect to see something like this there!  I’m not offended, of course, just a little surprised, and even more surprised that this keeps happening.

With all due respect to Sir Patrick Stewart and Seth Green, I hope they stop cluttering up my suggestion list soon.

Because That Might Be Fair

Since so much of my life seems to revolve around girls, one way or the other, I wonder if I’ll ever be accused of living a miss-spent life?

Pretty Obvious, Really

With few exceptions, a girl doesn’t need to “make” herself pretty, she is already pretty.  But in a clear case of nurture over nature, many girls need to make themselves feel pretty.