I am such a girl. Sitting here, listening to a uncharacteristically deep Britney Spears song, I'm avoiding my homework and pondering things like...Gee...I am such a girl. Hmm...No question. Tomorrow my crew from the New Orleans service trip is having another of our famous sleepover parties. We've only had one sleepover so far, but hell yeah, it's already a notorious and exclusive occasion. Unfortunately, this time two of the three guys in our Male Pyramid of Power will have to send in absentee ballots. What comes to mind then? Sixth grade, Girl Talk, Truth or Dare, prank phone calls, pajamas. It's going to be great. Maybe a little heavy on the estrogen. We may all drown in it. It's a risk we're willing to take. I'll bring my favorite Vanessa Carlton and Fiona Apple cds.
Earlier I was thinking about being a kid, and how the innovation of "3-way conversations" was supposed to be really fun. Three different phone lines in on the same topic dish? Wow. Some of my friends had it and obviously, I was a jealous girl. But where is the 3-way convo now? I'll tell you where: DEAD! Here's why;
Men wouldn't ever use it, so--->that leaves women
Women love to talk, and get very excited about what they have to say--->
Sometimes women are so excited about their conversations that they interrupt each other, so--->
A 3-way conversation becomes a tangled mess of excitement where nothing actually gets communicated but energy.
Seriously, who needs the mess of trying to out-talk not just one friend, but two?!? Please! Pff. I can't even keep from interrupting myself! Get real AT&T.
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