I always feel bad when I have to say this . . .
That was a joke. Not a good one, obviously, but an attempt. I don’t smoke either. I don’t believe I ever intimated feminism was corrolated with cigarette smoking. I just don’t like being called babe.
Sheesh.
Jodi
Fiat Justina
Yeah, but Jill, you are a babe!
BTW, that was not meant to imply in any way that Jodi is not a babe – I don’t know either way.
DAVID – Right back atcha, ba-- er, sir. One of the glories of cyberspace is that true babe-dom cannot be analyzed. I may be, in the immortal words of Wayne (or was it Garth?), babe-a-licious, a veritable Baberaham Lincoln, or I may have trouble typing because I can’t line up the eye-holes on this bag I am required by law to wear over my head. The world may never know.
Getting uptight about the use of the term “babe”… I don’t know. Guess I wasn’t expecting a sense of humor? Sorry, Jodih!
(And whew, on the smoking thing)
Here’s the thing, Jill, and I REALLY don’t mean this as a flame. I just don’t like being called babe. How can I bring that to someone’s attention without acting like I’ve got a bee up my butt about it? Well, I can just politely state I don’t like it, without making a big deal about it, and I can try to make light of it. That was the attempt I was making. If I came off as “uptight” about it, then that’s unfortunate, but in my mind there has to be a middle ground between putting up with something that, for whatever reason, grates on my ears, and throwing a hissy fit over something truly minor. That’s the ground I was trying to stand on – a sort of “By the way, please don’t do that.” I hope that’s how Mr. Zotti took it, but you never know, I guess.
The Deceased Equine should be along shortly to claim this silly little topic.
I was gonna apologize, then I realized this was the BBQ pit, and I’m not sure if that’s against the rules or not.
I’m sorry, Jill, but you can’t do that here.
Oh, hell, now I apologized. Sorry about that.
Oh, shit!
Dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit!
The correct way to apologize here, David, is as follows:
You sure ARE sorry… 
Yer pal,
Satan
Actually I have no interest in having a professional relationship with the people who run the Straight Dope. The TMHP is for the “little people” here and always has been. I used to think it would be nice to have a bit of a cooperative relationship with TSD, but anymore I really don’t care.
I simply responded to the threads that were created by other people. I had no intention of coming here and bringing it up, but when it had been brought up, I felt that I should say something.
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O p a l C a t
www.opalcat.com
Satan said:
Yeah, but I already noted that Phaedrus’ post in the Flat Earth thread (the one where he whined about his life so we would go easy on him) was the sorriest post I’d ever seen. So now somebody would really have to best that to be truly sorry – and I just can’t see that happening any time soon.
Ouch! ow!
Like so many others, I wanted to have the last word.
Ok, so let’s hear the last word: Are Jill and Jodi babes?
What Jodi failed to mention is that she much prefers to be called “sweetass.”
I thought she said it was “Badass”?
STRAINGER – Shhhh! Jeez, one rum-soaked night in a bar in Kingstown, I let an old nickname slip, and you can’t keep quiet about it. What ever happened to honor among Methodists?
DAVID – Badass is my alter-ego, who only emerges when Commissioner Gorden switches on the Badass signal. But don’t tell anyone – it’s a secret.
JILLGAT – I would accept your non-apology, because you didn’t offer it so nicely, but this is the Pit, so I won’t. Plus it wasn’t necessary (really), but it’s the thought you didn’t have that counts.
The badass signal, eh? I’m just trying to picture what that looks like…
[[JILLGAT – I would accept your non-apology, because you didn’t offer it so nicely, but this is the Pit, so I won’t. Plus it wasn’t necessary (really), but it’s the thought you didn’t have that counts.]]
Hah, there ya go. If you were here, I’d buy you a beer for that one, babe.
Or is it that you wouldn’t buy her a beer?
I’m soooooo foncused…
Say good-night, Gracie.