Oooohkaaayy. So much for women friends and the bonding idea.
And Opal flounces off in a huff from yet another of her ask-for-advice threads.
So…anybody wanna talk about shoes?
I don’t like ones that pinch.
Beyond that, I got nuthin’.
I like flip-flops.
I love shoes. I have lots of shoes. One of my favorites are my hot pink/light pink two toned mary jane wingtips. They are awesome. I got them at junkman’s daughter in ATL. I also have an assortment of chucks, but my staples are the standard black lowtops.
At my last girls night we moved the furniture and did the cupid shuffle in the middle of the living room and drank mojitos. Before that we did car bombs. One time we did margaritas, rum and cokes, vodka and whatever we could find, and finally tequila shots. I woke up the next morning and begged someone to put a bullet in my brain to stop the headache. I actually crawled to my apartment on my hands and knees.
And here we are with the selective comprehension again. I didn’t shoot down ideas, I was taking them in and enjoying them, and playing along with the silly ones, even. Then I got to the one saying that any plans at all were stupid since planned activities meant I thought my friends were children who would be eating furniture if they didn’t have every moment planned. From there I figured that chances are, planned events are probably stupid since my social planning history is very small compared to others. So I decided to abandon the idea.
The contingent out there who thinks that I “don’t seem to actually want” advice should just stop reading my threads because you do not understand my mindset or my communication methods and I doubt that is ever going to change. I started the thread looking for ideas because I wanted them. I got several, and was kind of excited about it. Then I got shot down and lost confidence and threw in the towel.
So shoot me for being a social recluse with a massive inferiority complex when it comes to social situations who has really been trying to resolve some of those issues (and thanks for reinforcing my fears, by the way, that’s kind of you)
Great! Now we’re bonding, baby!
Uh, those stupid rubber shoes, the brightly colored ones with holes all over?
They’re pretty ugly.
I don’t think they’d even be much good for gardening because mud would get in through all the holes.
I was going to wear my purple suede shoes to a party tonight, but now with all the meltage, I’m going to have to go with non-suede. Life is so unfair.
Agreed. Those shoes aren’t good for anything except looking awful.
Good times! At my last girl’s night we played Guitar Hero on the Wii till about 3:30 am. Man that game is addictive.
Except that’s not what I said, which I explained in my later post.
Reread that bolded part. Try applying it to people who aren’t you. Get past the notion that people who don’t express themselves in the exact way you prefer are being purposely hurtful.
I like shoes, a lot.
I got a brand new pair of shoes this week. They are made for me - plum Susan pumps.
Curse this winter - I want to wear my new shoes! Snow, snow, go away…
Move to Florida, susan. I wear my flops year round(except at work and when I have to dress up). Those are cute.
Your plum Susan pumps, Kalhoun’s purple suede shoes, …see, some of us–me, more specifically–are really shoe challenged. I can’t even visualize what ShelliBean’s hot pink/light pink two toned mary jane wingtips would look like though they sound rather neat. Martha Washington, whose purple sequined wedding shoes were recently discovered, is obviously your spiritual ancestress.
This might be age related but I quail at wearing colorful shoes. I frequently crack up at the Fug Girls coverage of fashion faux pas–like most fashions don’t mystify me anyway–but they often praise very colorful shoes and bags as perfect accents. I guess I get things not having to be matchy-matchy but bright yellow shoes with a blue dress etc. baffle me. I get the general concept but the actual application is beyond me.
My shoes are black, save one pair of navy SAS loafers I wear with jeans. And I only remember the name because at first I thought the store was a British special forces outlet.
Been there, done that. 4 1/2 years in Fort Lauderdale. It was fun to go to Christmas picnics, no question.
These are my shoes that I was talking about. I am a shoe girl. I don’t know if it’s age related - I don’t know how old you are. I am 33. I have a theory about shoes: fat girls love shoes. I am a former fat girl and it was one of those things that didn’t involve emotional conflict and a fight with the dressing room when I tried them on. The shoe thing stuck. I noticed after I lost weight that I didn’t care as much anymore because I focused on the clothing fitting correctly. When I gained weight again, out came the shoes. The pink ones were bought during a “big girl” time.
Yes, I am half kidding. No, I am not Oprah. But I could be with the weight thing. One year a size 14, next year a size 5. It’s up and down like that all the time…
I just got my second pair of Dansko clogs. The first pair was a nice deep red shiny patent leopard print. The second pair is the same print in a more neutral brown. I am trying to convince my coworkers that leopard print is SO a neutral.
I can’t wear high heels after I broke my ankle a couple of years ago, so clogs are officially my cute shoes. Oh well. The prints are something else. I’ve never had so many favourable remarks as on the red leopard ones!
Selective comprehension, my ass. This happens in every single “Opal asks for advice” thread I can remember from as far back as I can remember. You ask a very generalized question, dozens of dopers come in with cheerful suggestions which you subsequently berate for not being specifically what you need, based on details of the situation that were not made clear. Or, they were made clear but people were trying to give you many more options that you needed so you could pick and choose.
The result is, you get huffy and defensive, basically wonder aloud why you even asked us all in the first place, and presumably leave pissed off without having accomplished anything. I picture you throwing something and saying “Why do I even bother with you idiots anyway if you can’t FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT?!” Well, nobody does know what you want, even you allegedly. Chill the fuck out already, woman. Then you play the victim when everyone wonders why you are acting this way. “Don’t blame me,” you seem to say. “I’m just asking for advice.” Yeah, in possibly the most bitchy and unappreciative way possible.
Does that about sum it up? So to say, “You all should stop reading my threads because you don’t understand me or how I communicate”, should probably be amended to “I should really stop creating these threads because it always results in the same level of frustration for them and lack of progress for me.”
You’ve been pitted for this nonsense once before, and I’m sure many of us have contemplated pitting you for it over the years when the behavior kept popping up.
ladyfoxfyre, get the fuck over it.
Yeah, you’re right. Yours seems a much more valid contribution to the discussion.
No one said “any plans at all were stupid since planned activities meant I thought my friends were children who would be eating furniture if they didn’t have every moment planned” except in your own mind. You chose to read DianaG’s post that way instead of reading what she was actually saying. Now you’re playing the “you just don’t understaaaaand me” card, and you actually decided to scrap getting together with IRL friends over posts on a message board that you read the wrong way. You’re an adult, if you have that many issues, seek help and quit dragging them on the dope. I mean that sincerely.
How my (relatively mild, IMO) first post in this thread served to reinforce your fears, I’ve no idea, but, well, see above.
On preview: what ladyfoxfyre said, and, Jeff, get the fuck over what? What did lady say that was untrue?
What did she say that was necessary? She just dropped into the thread to take a potshot. Congratulations to her for being an outraged bystander, it’s quite an accomplishment.
I think the more worrisome underlying issue is…there’s a contingent?
Huh. Oh well.
And shoes.