An Illiterate Woman

Mischka

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You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn't read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

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You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn't read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

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Interesting story. I have never met an illiterate girl other than a small child.
 
Interesting story. I have never met an illiterate girl other than a small child.
This is when I put on my old grumpy hat and complain about the youth today. I've met several people who seem entirely unconcerned about learning anything about the world around them. They read nothing more substantive than the shorthand text messages that pop up, constantly, on their phones. A few years ago, I was talking to a young man who was born in 1984, and I asked him when he first read the book. He had not even heard of it. I don't understand going through life without any spark of curiosity.
 
You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn't read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

More here.

I get his point. There are few things harder on your back teeth than a bone ignorant woman after the sex is over. It might be the same for a woman who finds herself with a bone ignorant man, but he's more likely to shut up and fall asleep.
 
This is when I put on my old grumpy hat and complain about the youth today. I've met several people who seem entirely unconcerned about learning anything about the world around them. They read nothing more substantive than the shorthand text messages that pop up, constantly, on their phones. A few years ago, I was talking to a young man who was born in 1984, and I asked him when he first read the book. He had not even heard of it. I don't understand going through life without any spark of curiosity.

I saw a few minutes of Who Wants to be a Millionaire, last night. The question was "Who rode naked on horseback through the streets of Coventry?"

He vaguely remembered the story of some woman doing something naked, but had no idea of her name. He made a lucky guess and got it right.
 
Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life.

:heart:
 
This is when I put on my old grumpy hat and complain about the youth today. I've met several people who seem entirely unconcerned about learning anything about the world around them. They read nothing more substantive than the shorthand text messages that pop up, constantly, on their phones. A few years ago, I was talking to a young man who was born in 1984, and I asked him when he first read the book. He had not even heard of it. I don't understand going through life without any spark of curiosity.

I see what you mean. However since I have a two hour commute I have "read" many books that are on CD's.
 
How far midwest, and are we talking east or west of the Mississippi ?
 
This is when I put on my old grumpy hat and complain about the youth today. I've met several people who seem entirely unconcerned about learning anything about the world around them. They read nothing more substantive than the shorthand text messages that pop up, constantly, on their phones. A few years ago, I was talking to a young man who was born in 1984, and I asked him when he first read the book. He had not even heard of it. I don't understand going through life without any spark of curiosity.

Quizzing my grandkids about their courses in school, theyre clueless of American authors before 1965 or so (had no idea who Mark Twain was), had no idea of most American history before 1965.

I get it that educators don't wanna deal with racism and that sort of thing.

BUT! I was at a local high school a while back. The principal is black. Above the cafeteria all the state flags hang but a few are absent...flags that include the Confederate battleflag on them. I asked him about it. He got pissed off.
 
Its not just the libs who wanna sanitize our culture.

Growing up me and my chums were as homophobic as America makes. We were awful.

But alas two of these chums have gay children, and theyre now born again PC. I made the mistake of walking down memory lane with them and their families a while back (Yuh gotta let me know, guys!). I on the other hand hadda explain to my black grandkids how come my momma is in blackface in one photo I have of her. Yuh man-up is what you do. But the past is what it was.
 
Quizzing my grandkids about their courses in school, theyre clueless of American authors before 1965 or so (had no idea who Mark Twain was), had no idea of most American history before 1965.

In fairness to your grandkids, they've got the additional obstacles of your ignorance and rancid DNA to overcome.
 
I get it that educators don't wanna deal with racism and that sort of thing.
I read the Language Police a few years ago, which discusses the pressures educators face from left-wing and right-wing groups and the resulting bastardization of textbooks to fit all of their absurd and often contradictory requirements. Senior citizens must only be shown being active; illustrate them shingling their roofs, never sitting down! Women are more than mothers; never show a woman as a mother! Quit talking about slavery like it was a bad thing; no need to mention the Founding Fathers owned slaves! Intelligent design is science, damnit! California and Texas control the textbooks for the country, and the resulting drivel is depressing and shallow.
 
Date a girl who doesn't read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

I really enjoyed reading this. Much thanks, Mischka, for posting.
 
...Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life.

I'd have said Faulkner, being southbound and all.
 
I have a friend who lives in the Midwest.

His version of this story is talking to a woman who says she had sex with Banksy. He questioned her further. Oh yeah, totally, a guy in a Midwest bar wearing a hoodie with a faux British accent. Totally Banksy hanging out in Indiana. Why would you doubt it?

On the bright side, apparently Midwestern men can be creative.
 
This is when I put on my old grumpy hat and complain about the youth today. I've met several people who seem entirely unconcerned about learning anything about the world around them. They read nothing more substantive than the shorthand text messages that pop up, constantly, on their phones. A few years ago, I was talking to a young man who was born in 1984, and I asked him when he first read the book. He had not even heard of it. I don't understand going through life without any spark of curiosity.

That spark begins at home with good parents. Parents that "get by" generally breed kids that "get by".
 
You old farts love to point out just how ignorant and stupid my generation is because we don't read Hemingway or have any appreciation of these classics yet whose fault is it?

We are not taught that stuff in school. Most people my age never heard of Hemingway or most of what you lament and go on about. You older people run the show and if we are not taught about it then it is your fault. Shoulder some responsibility and stop telling us how ignorant we are. By the way when you were my age your parents and grandparents thought the same about you most likely.

Now stop bothering me while I wait for my next J.K. Rowling's novel.
 
You old farts love to point out just how ignorant and stupid my generation is because we don't read Hemingway or have any appreciation of these classics yet whose fault is it?

We are not taught that stuff in school. Most people my age never heard of Hemingway or most of what you lament and go on about. You older people run the show and if we are not taught about it then it is your fault. Shoulder some responsibility and stop telling us how ignorant we are. By the way when you were my age your parents and grandparents thought the same about you most likely.

Now stop bothering me while I wait for my next J.K. Rowling's novel.

Age:
18
Biography:
Outgoing, opinionated, feisty, serial dater….Oh yeah btw I am young and I do not want to fuck old men or married men. While you maybe attractive and sexy for an old guy you are still old. If you are wondering what is considered old to an 18 year old you are also an idiot and I do not want your DNA in me or on me. Oh yeah and just because you have a “big Cock” does not mean you get a free pass. I also like a big brain to accompany it.

You're sort of a moron.
 
I read the Language Police a few years ago, which discusses the pressures educators face from left-wing and right-wing groups and the resulting bastardization of textbooks to fit all of their absurd and often contradictory requirements. Senior citizens must only be shown being active; illustrate them shingling their roofs, never sitting down! Women are more than mothers; never show a woman as a mother! Quit talking about slavery like it was a bad thing; no need to mention the Founding Fathers owned slaves! Intelligent design is science, damnit! California and Texas control the textbooks for the country, and the resulting drivel is depressing and shallow.

During my clinical training we endured the slow torture of our professors autopsies of us. Fred was brutal. Fritz Perls trained him, and Fritz cut deep and wide.

So one of the students was a guy named Robert. Poor Robert made it all the way to the end, had a car crash with some brain damage, and Fred let him know that he failed the clinical internship. Robert lost the ability to sense and feel the other guy. He was like Rainman. If you told him your dog died, he knew what you meant, but he didnt get how come you were crying. So Fred hadda let him know he wasn't gonna graduate...and we hadda take all the psychology coursework plus all of our rehab coursework plus the internship etc. It was heart-breaking. Robert did it all but didn't get the connection between death and crying. He didn't get sex and joy, either.

My eval was something along the lines of YOU PASSED BUT DONT LET ANYONE KNOW YOU WERE MY STUDENT.
 
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Did I hurt your feelings?

Awwwwww

You're a terrible troll. Haven't you wondered why you don't really bother anyone? We've all seen better than you many times over. You're just one more poor troll who will ultimately be lost in the shuffle because nothing you do stands out. A trolls worst sin is being boring.
 
Did I hurt your feelings?

Awwwwww

Uh huh.

Age:
18
Biography:
Outgoing, opinionated, feisty, serial dater….Oh yeah btw I am young and I do not want to fuck old men or married men. While you maybe attractive and sexy for an old guy you are still old. If you are wondering what is considered old to an 18 year old you are also an idiot and I do not want your DNA in me or on me. Oh yeah and just because you have a “big Cock” does not mean you get a free pass. I also like a big brain to accompany it.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=908706

Not sort of, totally. Moron.
 
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