The Right Blend
This has always been a favorite of mine and I left it as a comment in one of my friends posts.
I am very much like Ms Ferber, and
old as I am, I still run like hell from those very feminine women and the two fisted men.
Edna Ferber in A Kind of Magic
Women are women and men are men and viva la’difference! But for me
there is no greater bore that a 100% male or female. Confronted by a
massive two-fisted, barrel-chested he-man, or a fluttering itsy-bitsy, all
tendril female, I run from their irksome company. The men and women I
prize are a happy blend of male and female characteristics. A man who is
masculine with a definitely female streak of perception, intuition and tender-
ness is a whole man; he is an interesting man, a gay companion, a complete
lover. A woman who possesses a sufficient strain of masculinity to make her thoughtful, decisive, worldly in the best meaning of the word; fair; self-reliant, companionable, this is the whole woman. The feminine in the man is sugar in the whiskey. The masculine in the woman is the yeast in the bread. Without these ingredients, the result is flat, without tang or flavor.
Soon it will be Christmas Day, and I will be sending greetings to my Live Jurnal friends, until then
I hope your holidays are filled with family and friends, mine will be filled with friends, my family is far away:
the book that associates with this time of year has a verse that goes something like this:
"Better is a friend that is near, than a relative that is far off."
So be it.