My experience on the SDMB has been that the vast majority of those who oppose libertarianism have no idea what it means, leading them to believe what you’ve satated above. For example . . .
Neither of those examples show that the person in question is not a libertarian.
Shrug, the way I understand “queer” is “I’m not pigeonholing my sexuality and do not appreciaty your trying to; I am also not going to describe it in detail; and frankly, so long as we’re not trying to bed each other, what business is it of yours?”
From my across-the-ocean and across-language point of view, Anglos in general and North Americans in particular are a lot more preoccupied with gender/sex labels than I’m used to. It can be pretty irritating. It’s as if you guys (not all you guys, etc etc) are so preoccupied with finding “the exact label” that you keep making smaller and smaller, more and more precise little holes… actually, it reminds me of those books from Latin America coming up with labels for every single racial mix the author could think of, where most people wouldn’t have given a shit beyond “single or bi-racial (and which)”. When you have people working under a definition of “straight” that corresponds to an actual number on a 0-9 scale, “gay” to the opposite, and “bi” to the exact center, what are people in the other numbers supposed to call themselves? They need their own label, in such label-obsessed company!
ETA: checked and Kinsey’s is 0-6. The rest stands.
OK, they might be libertarians…but they’re hypocritical libertarians. They’re perfectly willing to profit from Big Gummint personally. It’s like when Governor Good Hair (Rick Perry, governor of Texas) is all for small government…unless he or one of his good buddies can profit from government pork.
Thank you. It’s like my post was invisible or something.
She just announced that unripe bananas have been added to the list. Ripe bananas, apparently, are A-OK. Whatever.
In the case you describe, why use the term at all?
“I’m queer, and that means my sexuality is nobody’s business!”
“Okay… uh, your total is $7.18, please drive to the window…”
I know a guy who, if he is to be believed:
Is a former Army Ranger.
Had a full athletic scholarship in both football and baseball. To an SEC school.
Has an advanced degree in physics.
Is an expert in some sort of Filipino knife-fighting martial art.
Has a bone density five times that of normal people.
He’s a nice guy and a good bartender, so I just let him talk, but I keep thinking “Why are you serving drinks in this crummy place? There’s crime to be fought!”
Nope, wrong again. You have not demonstrated that the person is a hypocritical libertarian.
“I’m a skydiving quadriplegic.”
The only people who I would say this to are people who know me well enough to already know that I am a perfectionist. They also know that it is, in fact, crippling at times. Imagine that you have three errands to run. Not only do I have to do them in the ‘right’ order, I have to do them in the ‘right’ way and reassess that it is the right way at every moment.
Just sayin’ there are lots of mental health issues out there and this one can get pretty ugly.
“I’m a critical thinker,” always translates in my head as, “I have crackpot theories and won’t be bothered with anything as trivial as evidence or logic.”
These people scare me. I have learned not to trust them any farther than I can throw them.
ETA: Christians scare me, not Zweedo!
I can believe her. If I eat any raw allium, even chives, I’m going to be miserable for the next several days. If the onions or garlic or whatever are cooked or dried, I can eat them. It’s a damned nuisance. Generally I won’t bring this up unless I’m trying to choose a restaurant with someone, or when someone offers me some food. But it’s something that I really do have to think about every day.
When I had all my upper teeth removed, and couldn’t eat most raw vegetables, a lot of my IBS symptoms went away. I still get flare ups, but not nearly as bad. The thing is, I’m no longer eating nearly as many raw fruits and vegetables as I used to. I used to eat a LOT of raw celery and carrots as snacks, because they are satisfying to eat without raising my blood sugar.
It’s possible that your friend has an eating disorder. It’s also possible that these foods do trigger symptoms in her. I can eat certain foods every now and then, but if my innards are already in an uproar, or if I eat too much of some foods, then the IBS flares up. BELIEVE me, I’d really like to enjoy raw onions and garlic, and drink coffee (oh how I love coffee!), and generally not have to worry about whether I’m going to spend the next couple of days in the toilet. It sounds like your friend might be keeping a food diary, and testing foods, one at a time, to see if her symptoms occur when she eats certain foods. I’ve done a lot of that.
It’s invaluable in thoroughly embarrassing the drunk frat boy that came over to your table to tell a homophobic lesbian joke. Saying “That’s offensive” isn’t nearly as effective as saying “You seriously thought that would go over well telling that “joke” to a queer woman?” 
(True story, btw. The guy was mortified. The look on his face was priceless.)
In all seriousness, it doesn’t come up that often, (probably about as often as you have occasion to say “I’m straight”) but on the occasion that someone asks, that’s the answer I give. What else would you propose?
Maybe. If she only complained about digestive problems, I’d find this easier to buy, though. But it’s digestive problems AND joint pain AND several other vague symptoms that she’s never quite clear on. And I also find it somewhat questionable that the main “trigger food” for her also happens to be a food that all of the current hot fad diets (paleo, gluten-free, etc.) tell you to avoid. I believe that she’s experiencing real physical symptoms, but I honestly think a lot of it is psychosomatic. I guess if avoiding garlic and bananas helps her, then great, but I’m kind of tired of hearing about it all the time.
I can only speak for myself. Can’t really think of a situation where I’d want to conceal the fact that I’m straight, but if I ever found myself in one, I guess I’d say “I’d rather not say” (or less politely, “none of your business” or if necessary, “fuck off”) rather than use a deliberately ambiguous term. Then at least the message is clear.
I’m pro-life. That’s why I murder doctors and other people working at women’s health clinics.:rolleyes:
I’ve come to learn that “Ugh, I have such a bad memory for stories and anecdotes!” really means that you are a horrible listener and have no interest in what others have to say.
I don’t think you could really get a college degree (and a JD!) and have a professional office job and have such a “bad memory” as my friend does. The truth is she’s not listening, she’s just waiting to speak again.
We’ve been friends for a couple years now and I’m beginning to find myself repeating a lot of stuff I know I’ve told her already, and I can’t really deal with it anymore. About to shuffle her to the acquaintance queue.
Four pages into this thread, with pretty much every self-description that exists picked apart and dissed, I have to wonder what anyone could say about themself that wouldn’t get this reaction.
“I’m as ordinary and boring as a person can be. My favorite pastime is watching TV, preferably accompanied by beer and pizza. I always dress in T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. My IQ is 100 and I earned straight Cs all through school.”
“Yeah, riiight. :rolleyes: You pretentious twit.”