Tuesday, September 26, 2006

 

my name is davID

When you ask me my name, at least do me the service of calling me what you just asked. When I said David, I didn't say Dave. It's not rocket science pal, you just told me your name is Robert, I'm not calling you Bobby ok?

Dave is the guy who wears lampshades to parties and has fugly goatees.

Comments:
i agree. people can call you whatever the fuck they want. david, dave, davey, mr. pillpusher, pill-slammer, slammer, slamajama, slut-face, face-off, obstacle course, course work, work-force, force-field, foxfire, firefox, figaro, field-mouse, mousey, molar, bowler, borish or borat.
 
seriously whitney..

and brian, i've never seen a finer free association in all of my life.

it was like verbal picasso
 
thank you, mr p.

and erin, maybe it's because you throw, eat, pee, walk, talk, act and look like a girl.
 
throwing, eating, peeing, walking, talking, and acting aside...
i think the presence of a penis (or a vagina) is the only true determinant. or, if you'd prefer, a "donger". unless you're a hermie. in which case you should probably spell it aeryn.
 
i'm thinking of sex and gender as two seperate things. sex is determined by your biology--having a donger (which i've never heard a penis called tell i read this), a vagina or, in the case of hermies, both (but usually only one works properly so you're either male or female, you just don't know til you hit puberty). gender is a little harder to pin down. maybe they're socially construsted roles. maybe they're biologically determined. i don't know. my point is that erin may have the mechanics of a male but the soul of a female.
 
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