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May. 2nd, 2003
today, for no particular reason, i felt like dressing up a little. i wore my ankle-length black knit skirt, a black v-neck sweater, and my big clunky lace-up boots. i put on a little makeup to cover up the current horrific acne breakout, and just for fun went with my big silver hoop earrings.
two of the guys i see all the time at my client's office were suddenly way friendlier than usual, and the cute guy with Tourette's checked me out in a way that was evidently somewhat less subtle than he'd intended, judging from his expression.
part of me enjoys the ego boost.
another part of me broods cynically over the pathetic reflexiveness with which men respond to a skirt and a dab of lipstick.
yeah, it's all biological. they respond to the skirt (expression of femininity) and lipstick (artificial sexual receptivity) the same way i respond to a good pair of shoulders (strong, can fight off marauding bears and bring back meat to the cave). but oh, how it pains the most logical part of me that despite the alleged superiority over other species we gain from our ability to reason, we are still ruled by the most primitive drive of them all. we can talk all we want about intelligent choices and learning from experience, but when you come right down to it, hormones still govern our choice of mate.
two of the guys i see all the time at my client's office were suddenly way friendlier than usual, and the cute guy with Tourette's checked me out in a way that was evidently somewhat less subtle than he'd intended, judging from his expression.
part of me enjoys the ego boost.
another part of me broods cynically over the pathetic reflexiveness with which men respond to a skirt and a dab of lipstick.
yeah, it's all biological. they respond to the skirt (expression of femininity) and lipstick (artificial sexual receptivity) the same way i respond to a good pair of shoulders (strong, can fight off marauding bears and bring back meat to the cave). but oh, how it pains the most logical part of me that despite the alleged superiority over other species we gain from our ability to reason, we are still ruled by the most primitive drive of them all. we can talk all we want about intelligent choices and learning from experience, but when you come right down to it, hormones still govern our choice of mate.