tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1763165518256989606.post6054919880945627625..comments2010-08-06T15:38:29.801-04:00Comments on Snarky Shopper: that *IS* my bag, babyokrebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03238686244933348120noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1763165518256989606.post-12019994870802720742009-04-06T05:32:00.000-04:002009-04-06T05:32:00.000-04:00omg crocker i have a new view of you after reading...omg crocker i have a new view of you after reading this nonsense and omg i could not read it either i am a workin if i did i would be a zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzconstance maurernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1763165518256989606.post-76824858825945669172009-03-12T09:39:00.000-04:002009-03-12T09:39:00.000-04:00Becky, someone wants to change your life. Why can'...Becky, someone wants to change your life. Why can't you accept her unsolicited help?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1763165518256989606.post-26215992432717058132009-03-08T21:15:00.000-04:002009-03-08T21:15:00.000-04:00I guess that's your loss then Becca, both of some ...I guess that's your loss then Becca, both of some enlightening ideas, and of your credibility as a hip complainer. I mean, how could you keep pushing the notion that no one has an original thought in their head if you allowed yourself to read some originality posted right on your own blog? I know so many "damaged geniuses" like you. And you all think you're so unique. <BR/><BR/>But I do thank you for the fashion help you gave me. Some pixel chick actually said I "looked so cool".<BR/><BR/>CrockerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1763165518256989606.post-83413513710864052782009-03-08T17:28:00.000-04:002009-03-08T17:28:00.000-04:00i didn't read all that to be honest, i don't think...i didn't read all that to be honest, i don't think republicans are worth reading :Ookrebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03238686244933348120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1763165518256989606.post-72480441695261055872009-03-07T23:54:00.000-05:002009-03-07T23:54:00.000-05:00I see on your profile that you are waiting to hear...I see on your profile that you are waiting to hear anything original from anyone ever. But since I am on your mute list, I had no choice but to pass on a few original thoughts here:<BR/><BR/>Crocker's 1st Law: All women are crazy, all men are fools, and there are no exceptions to this law. <BR/><BR/>Crocker's 2nd Law: All men will, at some point, on some level, pass all women they know through a sexual attraction filter. Whether the woman is a friend, acquaintance, relative, or even their own sister or mother, and the consideration can be as simple as "eww, *********, exclude from further such thoughts", (insert "thats my sister", "that's my mother", "she's too fat/old/gross" in place of the asterics), to a decision to pursue as a sexual partner, or to pursue masturbatory fantasies while keeping one's mouth shut about it and just remaining friends, and everything in between. At some point in time, every male will pass every female he ever meets through this process, usually at first sight, but often later too. Men are biological pigs. Some learn to overcome it most of the time.<BR/><BR/>Finally, I will pass on my own theory of the perception of beauty, and the relative perception of the passage of time as one gets older. It has often been observed by many people that as people grow older, time appears to pass more quickly. I have experienced this myself. In grade school, a single day seemed to take forever to pass. Now in my 40's, entire seasons seem to pass as quickly as days did in my childhood. It has also been observed that one's standard of beauty widens as one gets older. I have experienced this as well. When I was in high school, I was only attracted to cute blondes. In college I branched out to brunettes. Now, I find that most women have at least some qualities that I find attractive, no matter what their race or "size" is. Some attribute this to desperation, and perhaps they are right. But I would rather attribute it to the same root that makes time appear to pass more quickly.<BR/><BR/>My theory is that the human mind is like a file cabinet, or perhaps a database, and while this cabinet/database is ever expanding, it looks at itself as full. <BR/><BR/>First, lets look at time. A week in the life of an 8 year old comprises 1/416th of that child's total life memory of experience. To an 80 year old woman, a week is only 1/4160th of her total life memory of experience, a full order of magnitude. So when a person looks back at the past week, they are seeing it relative to their entire lifetime. To the older person, this week is only a tiny portion of their totality of experience compared to a younger person, so that week is less significant to their full life of memory, and it seems to have passed by faster.<BR/><BR/>Beauty, to me, seems to work in a somewhat similar way vis a vis the mind as a database. The standard of beauty in Western society can be seen on the cover of glamor magazines. If you were to take a picture of every white woman's face, input them all into a Cray computer, and morph them into a single face, you would end up with a typical glamour model from say, the 1960's. Regularized caucasion features. If we were to add in black women's faces, asians, etc. (as racial biases have eased and those races are allowed to be "beautiful" in society's mind), we would end up with a face more typical of today on magazine covers. Regularized morphed human features.<BR/><BR/>My theory is that you find beautiful what you are most familiar with. When you were a child, you thought your mother was the most beautiful thing on earth. If you were raised in an Africay pygmy village that never saw white people, you would think that pygmies were beautiful, and white people were ugly (and vice versa of course). If you were raised by wolves, you would think that wolves were beautiful, and that humans were ugly. Maybe you have experienced (I know I have) meeting someone, a classmate or fellow worker, that you did not find particularly attractive. But as you got to know them, and spend more and more time with them, you began to find qualities in them that you found attractive.<BR/><BR/>I believe the mind is like morphing software. What you find "beautiful", your standard of beauty, is a morphing of all the snapshots of faces you have seen in the past, weighted toward the ones you have seen the most. As we get older, we are exposed to more and more snapshots, so over time, the standard skews toward a more inclusive and ever expanding set, but still weighted toward what we see the most.<BR/><BR/>So those are my original thoughts for today.<BR/><BR/>Yours sincerely, and still hoping to be your friend,<BR/>Crocker RoxleyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com