Aug

12

We Have a Crisis…

By jen

I am the last entry on the first page when one googles “Demure”.  This is simply not acceptable… I was at one point the first entry… then the second because of some damn thrash metal band called “Demure Whatever…”

I am #1 as I rightfully should be for “Hip Thingie”

Of course I am the world’s foremost authority on male Hip Thingie.  I suppose there is such a thing as female hip thingie, but we do not even want to ponder that.

I suppose I just need to start referring to my Demure demureness on more occasions.  Seriously, can any of you people think of a more demure person than me?  I personify everything good and wholesome about being demure in 2008.  For fuck’s sake, people!

So enough for now…

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3 Responses so far

Well of course you are #1 for “hip thingie” – you trademarked the phrase.

Pink has the hip thingie and I’m sure many of the women’s track and field athletes we will see in the coming days have it as well – it’s not normal on a woman, damn it.

As for “demure” what can we do to help? Your readers are you trusty servants…

Demure is one way to describe Jen and her blog.  Some of her actual thoughts don’t seem to be demure—at least in her writing, but that’s what makes it so interesting—demure and not demure at the same time….definetly nailing the trademark on demureness.  Reminds me of a story of another demure woman—my wife.

Once upon a time, this demure little woman was a Brownie troop leader.  While the not-so demure little urchins were eating their Happy Meals one of them piped up and asked, “Mrs C, what does titty mean?”  My demure little wife was taken aback by such a statement from a little one and wasn’t quite sure how to respond.  She decided maybe honesty was the best policy.  After a long explanation of what the slang term referred to and how it might not appropriate to use in a public place she began to wonder if she had gone too far. 

This feeling was only made worse when she asked the young demure little lady, “Why did you ask that question? Where did you hear that word?”

“Over there on that sign.  It says, ‘Please Keep Your Area Titty’”

My wife, red faced now, said, ” Sweetie, that’s pronounced ‘Tidy’”.

The wife, demure as ever (but nearly as much as Jen) had to answer many phone calls that night as her little Brownies rushed home to tell their parents what a neat new word she had taught them.

This is an outrage.

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