iro•ny "i-re-ne also "i(-e)r-ne\ noun pl iro•nies [L ironia, fr. Gk eironia, fr. eiron dissembler] (1502)
1 : a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other’s false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning — called also Socratic irony
2 a : the use of words to express something other than and esp. the opposite of the literal meaning
b : a usu. humorous or sardonic literary style or form characterized by irony
c : an ironic expression or utterance
3 a (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result
(2) : an event or result marked by such incongruity
b : incongruity between a situation developed in a drama and the accompanying words or actions that is understood by the audience but not by the characters in the play — called also dramatic irony, tragic irony syn see wit
(If you Dopers ever want a laugh, you should read the ignorant questions we get-can I get pregnant if we dry hump with clothing on? Will wearing two condoms be better than one? I’ve had sex with my boyfriend, but I don’t want him to go down on me because that’s dirty!)
So the best way to get rid of her is to throw a zwieback-flavored dildo emblazoned with a corporate logo off of a cliff in hopes that she will play fetch?
I was sure somebody else would have mentioned this by now, but isn’t she supposed to be engaged to PlantMan? (Mind the “T!” I think we also have a poster named PlanMan).
She’s like rancid candyfloss, neither pleasant or nourishing, right?
Well then, if we want her away from here, let’s not be unstrategic about it. Take some learning from experience.
Twice in recent months I’ve read threads here where people have said something pleasant and positive, get some initial support, but then the dingos come out of the shadows, and the whole thing has turned into a nightmare.
Okay, now I know its all fun to circle the wagons and poke our tongues out at annoyances. But I have to stick up for wastes of bandwidth, considering I am one.
Fluffy and stupid is not all bad. So s/he’s a teeny-bopper! So what? S/He’s on our home ground and we can educate. Fight ignorance on our turf. Even Wildest Bill is learning to spell small words here.
I pitched and played right field in high school. Wouldn’t a potato gun be a better idea, though? Those things can launch farther than I wish I could throw.
Medea’s Child, we are educating. Just look at how Veb closed AS’s one IMHO thread.
Medea, I think that there’s a difference between someone who is respected as a poster and occasionally (or even often) segues into fluffy things and one who has yet to post anything of redeeming value. Amber Floozyhead is the latter.