"Back in my day," said Tillie over a mug of tea in her rocking chair, "we didn't have none of this newfangled foofaraw about cats and emotions. You had your relationship, and you had your relationship contract, and if you wanted to keep the one, you stuck to the other. No metaphors, no nonsense. You kids today are just turnin' poly into the Devil's playground. What's this world coming to, anyway..."
"and if you tell me I am lacking in COMPERSION for these young bucks, sonny, in the name of Hera and all her nemesi, I will beat you to death with my OED!"
so who's your poly female friend who hacks up over the rug? who's the one who insists you open to door, just demanding to be let in again? who's fixed?
I think the problem with anthropomorphism is that after a while, it gets silly.
Hey, if you want to stretch hairballs and door-demands into metaphor I could name a few of each.
And anthropomorphism does get silly, but you have to acknowledge we know a lot of women who purr and stretch when you skritch them in the right places.
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Date: 2005-01-26 11:21 pm (UTC)./stomps off
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Date: 2005-01-26 11:35 pm (UTC)who's fixed?
I think the problem with anthropomorphism is that after a while, it gets silly.
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Date: 2005-01-26 11:53 pm (UTC)And anthropomorphism does get silly, but you have to acknowledge we know a lot of women who purr and stretch when you skritch them in the right places.
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Date: 2005-01-26 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 12:30 am (UTC)(aside from the fact that if you call them Flubber they will cry.)