Well, new here to posting or not, I thought I would start off with a bang. Yes folks, I’m here with outrageous claims (and plagiarized ideas) that will debunk all your flawed reasonings behind why you are afraid of going out in public dressed in your favorite feminine attire.
David Wong recently wrote an article on cracked.com (yes, I know, not your most trusted source for information, but damn funny nonetheless) about what the Monkeysphere is. I won’t go into detail about it as you can read it for yourself (http://www.cracked.com/article_14990...keysphere.html), but I will pass along a few key points from his piece and condense about 3500 words into about 150:
1. Apparently, monkeys have a finite number of individual social connections which defines their groups. Anything beyond that number is generally either inconsequential or irrelevant to them.
2. Humans, by coincidence, share this same psychology. However, our sphere is closer to 150 individuals that account for each person’s linked group rather than a monkey’s 50 or so that makes up theirs. (We have a bigger brain it seems. Who knew.)
3. For possibly biological reasons, we have a difficult, almost impossible, time making deep emotional connections with those outside of this sphere. That is why, for example, we don’t usually give a second thought to the person driving the garbage truck or why we care more about our friend dying than 15,000 people dying from famine in Africa.
4. Taking this a step further, the reverse is also true. If we are outside of other people’s Monkeyspheres, they really don’t, nor couldn’t, give a toss about you or me. Though they might have opportunities to interact with us to different degrees, in the end, we are essentially non-dimensional, irrelevant and forgettable to them.
I’ve taken a lot of liberties and simplified things immensely, but there you have it: Unrelated and completely immaterial proof why we shouldn’t be afraid to wear our beautiful ruffled, black satin skirt with our white sweater set ensemble to go buy some WD-40 down at Home Depot. For a few people who have already embraced this idea that, hey, nobody really cares what I wear, this is inconsequential to them; I’m obviously preaching to the converted. For the rest of you, put on that little blue number you love to wear and step out of your car at the mall tomorrow, look at that those boys on the sidewalk holding their skateboards snickering at you and realize, they don’t give a crap about you anymore than you do of them. Hold your head up high and strut magnificently into a confident new life.
Er, unless of course you’re like me and you’re worried you might bump into someone from within your monkeysphere who doesn’t know your secret, then, well, forget everything I said. Me? I’ll just plant my ass in front of my computer for now where I’m safe. Someday though…..
(P.S. Regardless, the original article is an interesting and fun piece to read.)
Stef
Originally Posted by stef
