Mrs Olsen

Ishmael

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Remember her? Seems to be mostly a woman thing but I've met enough men who play the game to understand that it's equal opportunity.

I'll speak here of two women that I know that play the role. One plays it as a foil. She makes judgements and statements regarding other people for no other reason to illicit a response. She's right often enough to give her credibility, but her primary purpose is to provoke.

The other believes to her soul that she's right, and more often than not she isn't. But like Mrs. Olsen she plows blithely ahead with her new judgements. She has one mutual acquaintance being both a homosexual and a cocksman at the same turn.

Needless to say I trust neither of them as far as a member of the lollipop guild could throw them. While they speak to me as if I were a confidant, they speak of everyone we know mutually behind their back. I know damn well they're doing the same to me. So I tell them nothing. They accuse me of not being able to 'open up.' They don't realize it hasn't a damn thing to do with ability.

How many Mrs Olsen's do you know? Are you one yourself?

Ishmael
 
I know of one on Lit and in my life also...I tell them nothing. It's all in knowing when to trust.
 
I know of one on Lit and in my life also...I tell them nothing. It's all in knowing when to trust.

Thinking back I've known more than a few. The problem back when was that I didn't recognize what I was dealing with.

Ishmael
 
I don't trust anybody therefore I don't know anybody.
 
Much more about coincidence rather than Mrs Olsen, I admit.

I clicked Aquagal's link, listened, and while doing so realized how long it's been since I listened to Santana, and then I listened to the 1998 link and then the 1970 link of "Black Magic Woman."

I can't be sure, but I cannot recall a tune whose very first notes pierce right through to my heart quicker than those of the 1970 rendition, and any other song which flows so blissfully beautifully from them all the way to that perfect end.

There is definitely magic in that tune.
 
Much more about coincidence rather than Mrs Olsen, I admit.

I clicked Aquagal's link, listened, and while doing so realized how long it's been since I listened to Santana, and then I listened to the 1998 link and then the 1970 link of "Black Magic Woman."

I can't be sure, but I cannot recall a tune whose very first notes pierce right through to my heart quicker than those of the 1970 rendition, and any other song which flows so blissfully beautifully from them all the way to that perfect end.

There is definitely magic in that tune.

The first full chord.

Kimmee Shelter

Ishmael
 
A couple of my girlfriends and I went to a New Years party hosted by/at a trendy downtown hotel. We bought tickets for the 5 course meal + open bar.

I ended up making friends with 3 couples sitting close to us.

One lady, I could tell she was acting weird after a while. I knew stuff and things and was participating in conversations... When the second course came out, 2 oysters on the half shell, there were some white rocks under the lemon resting on a bed of moss. I assumed it was rock salt and picked it up and tried crushing it between my fingers. That shit stung the crap out of my fingers!! I was like, "Oh shit, that's dry ice!"

This lady, bitch, took on this rude tone and mannerisms and proceeded to tell me it wasn't dry ice. So I picked a piece up and threw it in my neat Makers Mark. Of course it started fizzing and smoking. Everyone at the table got all excited, started throwing their ice in their drinks, and the bitchy lady downed the rest of her glass of wine and huffed off to get another drink.

Bitches be crazy.
 
Google knows everything about me. When I leave for work, what gas station I like, and how often I go to the tittie bar. My phone tracks my calls, texts, emails, GPS use, and what music I like to listen to on my way to the tittie bar.

I am not alone. Zillions of people are using Google, using phones. All of this ever so valuable information is being stored someplace for somebody to suck the juice out of. None of this shit is going away soon.

So Mrs. Olsen knows you're queer. Big deal. That information is lost in swirl of the data toilet like all the other information.
 
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A couple of my girlfriends and I went to a New Years party hosted by/at a trendy downtown hotel. We bought tickets for the 5 course meal + open bar.

I ended up making friends with 3 couples sitting close to us.

One lady, I could tell she was acting weird after a while. I knew stuff and things and was participating in conversations... When the second course came out, 2 oysters on the half shell, there were some white rocks under the lemon resting on a bed of moss. I assumed it was rock salt and picked it up and tried crushing it between my fingers. That shit stung the crap out of my fingers!! I was like, "Oh shit, that's dry ice!"

This lady, bitch, took on this rude tone and mannerisms and proceeded to tell me it wasn't dry ice. So I picked a piece up and threw it in my neat Makers Mark. Of course it started fizzing and smoking. Everyone at the table got all excited, started throwing their ice in their drinks, and the bitchy lady downed the rest of her glass of wine and huffed off to get another drink.

Bitches be crazy.[/

One mans dry ice is another 'persons' nightmare. :)

Ishmael
 
Remember her? Seems to be mostly a woman thing but I've met enough men who play the game to understand that it's equal opportunity.
I'll speak here of two women that I know that play the role.
How many Mrs Olsen's do you know?

1.One plays it as a foil. She makes judgements and statements regarding other people for no other reason to illicit a response. She's right often enough to give her credibility, but her primary purpose is to provoke.

2.The other believes to her soul that she's right, and more often than not she isn't.

3.Are you one yourself?
1.I met her type in workplace settings, particularly those where the PC culture was very high.
Those were the people who, if the target was competent at their job (so they couldn't use that against them) tried to dethrone them by resorting to bogus complaints or rumours (X is a xenophobe, X bullies his supervisees or makes passes at them or so on).

2.Whereas the first type is more common in this PC modern age than in the past, history can offer numerous examples in this case:
-- See the brittish missionaries or teachers who were easily indoctrinated into doing things that only served the colonialist agenda to assimilate and weaken the native culture:
They believed that, by taking aboriginal children from their parents and putting them into english schools, they helped 'the savages' become more civilised and they gave them a higher chance to succeeed in life.

3.Plus the GB is rife with both types of people
Yes, on the GB I'm one of them myself. I'd like to think that I'm not like that IRL.
 
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Remember her? Seems to be mostly a woman thing but I've met enough men who play the game to understand that it's equal opportunity.

I'll speak here of two women that I know that play the role. One plays it as a foil. She makes judgements and statements regarding other people for no other reason to illicit a response. She's right often enough to give her credibility, but her primary purpose is to provoke.

The other believes to her soul that she's right, and more often than not she isn't. But like Mrs. Olsen she plows blithely ahead with her new judgements. She has one mutual acquaintance being both a homosexual and a cocksman at the same turn.

Needless to say I trust neither of them as far as a member of the lollipop guild could throw them. While they speak to me as if I were a confidant, they speak of everyone we know mutually behind their back. I know damn well they're doing the same to me. So I tell them nothing. They accuse me of not being able to 'open up.' They don't realize it hasn't a damn thing to do with ability.

How many Mrs Olsen's do you know? Are you one yourself?

Ishmael

Is Mr. Olen a thing?

;) ;)
 
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