Then I had a daughter ... now I'm a born again Puritan.
This issue's one of those times when I feel like I might have dropped in from another planet. People keep telling me this will happen, but my daughter is eleven, I wasn't shocked by the Girlfriend content, and I can still remember what it was like to be a teenage girl. I believe the biggest thing 'sexualising' me was all the rampant sex hormones running round my body.
I did manage to work out how to snog boys in parks all by myself, though.
So while your specialist lefty tools are ridiculously over-priced.... at least some of it is probably in the quality.... An equivalent quality righty tool would probably not be found in the $2 shop, or even for $5 at the supermarket?
I can't attest to the quality of the scissors, not having bought them. But good dressmaking and hair scissors are always expensive. But the can opener, which has un-rounded hard hollow plastic handles, was about twice the price of a right-handed equivalent.
One advantage I've noticed in being a computer using lefty is that mice/mouses are (generally) on the right hand side, leaving my writing hand free to do the writing thing.
The one that gets me, where we end up better off than right-handeds because of a conventional arrangement, is 'fork to the left'. If there's no knife involved with the meal, I can just pick up the fork and eat. Everyone else at the table has to switch hands.
I always thought that "reduced appreciation of differences in colour' was just part of the condition that is being a heterosexual male?
Scarlet, crimson, cerise and vermillion are all just red to me.
I have this theory that men see in EGA. This handily eliminates all those colours that my partner swears are actually foods. Salmon, peach, apricot...
Cos lift buttons tend to be located to the right of the doors so if you're left-handed you have to reach across your body and swivel to the right to push a button, whereas a right-handed person just sticks their arm out.
Indeed. As all the light switches in our house are positioned so that, if you're walking through the door into a room, the switch is on your right. Bollocks aside, it's not really a problem unless you're carrying an armload of stuff.
My mother in law is a lefty and reports on being forced to write right handed at school, and having a tennis racquet strapped to her wrong hand presumably in an effort to wipe out the evil that is wrong-handedness.
A tennis racket? Dude. That's bizarre. My dad just got hit. By my schooldays, we were enlightened enough to just make the lefties sit on the ends of the rows.
As for HC post-politics, she might just choose to retire to the feminist lesbian wicca orgy that Wishart fantasises about when he jacks off every night.
You just made me think a bad thing about possum fat. Eeew.
Oh, my poor brain.
There's a nice coven in the Wairarapa. I can see her as a Greytown Wiccan.
as cute as these buttons?
Gah. Bad Nick. That was disturbing.
No, as cute as these buttons.
His speechwriter is apparently some 26-year-old wunderkind called Jon Favreau. (No, not that one.) And a coupla other young whippersnappers.
Thanks -- fascinating story. Trivia: he has a Jesuit education.
Thanks, Danielle, I had been idly wondering who wrote those words and how much input the candidate had. And now I wonder how bad it is that I think Jon Favreau is cute as a little button.
I find Phil Goff's track record in Justice of readiness to toss my civil liberties aside quite worrying. He strikes me as a classic authoritarian.
If it's any reassurance, he was once dragged off the stage at a Labour Party conference screaming 'socialism forever!'.
Um, I hear.
you'd rather see a rabid jackal head up the Labour Party than Goff.
Where can I sign up for the Rabid Jackal?
It being morning, I initially read this as a rabid jackal head, which was up the Labour Party.
I'm going to run the idea past my usual 'brains trust' of David Slack, Emma Hart, and Creon Upton and see what they think. But, having said all that, my concept is probably crap.
Bet you a beer it isn't.