Originally posted by ladyjaine
I thought I'd been on this board for a while already, I didn't 'invade' recently.
I'm an engineer first and a woman second, most of the time. When I don't feel like lifting heavy objects, I'm a woman first and an engineer second. If there's a man around who wants to flex his muscles and take care of the 'little lady'- I'm lazy, I'm gonna let him. If there's no man around, I'll just do it myself.
But if that man tries to tell me how to drive or how to take care of my truck, he's in deep kimchee. That kind of advice isn't free, it's going to cost him sonething to try to give it to me. Am I right, or am I right, Fest?
Jean
If I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.![]()
Fellow Chat FREAKs,
When I first read this post, I wondered how I could possibly respond. What could I possibly say?
'Lo these past days I've pondered mightily. Sadly, I could find no suitable responses: no derogatory epithets; no snide comments; no pithy aphorisms; no witty retorts; no soothing mewls. Nothing.
So I am not responding to the quoted post; rather, I will satisfy your latent curiosity.
You've now seen half the story quoted above. The song
Heart Cries (A Medieval Lament) conveys the other half.
And so, FREAKs, now you know ... the rest of the story.
Good Day!
(3/2/2017) The PDF moved to: Heart Cries (A Medieval Lament)
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