My calf muscles know I was at a ceilidh last night

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Also, see the dress Ginger Rogers is wearing in my icon? I wore a skirt that did THAT. Also also, in a surprising moment of Girl Cliche, I borrowed it from a friend in exchange for lipgloss after half an hour of lying on the sofa reading her Glamour magazine. Also also also, we sorted out our hair in the mirror together while talking about male chat-up lines that might actually work. (J: "I saw Derren Brown look this woman in the eye once and say 'I know exactly what you want.' That wouldn't work on you, would it?" Me: "Find me a man who can look me in the eye and say 'I know exactly what I want', and I might actually marry him.") Yeah, I blame Glamour.

However, I have not been entirely overcome by pink glittery girliness, so I'm taking this opportunity to let you all know that Glamour magazine is not even worth the paper. It had this article in it by A Man describing how to succeed in various interactions with others of his species you might be interested in, and for a moment I even stopped rolling my eyes because one of the things listed for 'How to: Have a Good First Date!' was 'Be smart, because lots of men really do like clever women,' but then the next thing was 'Dress sexy - but not too sexy!', and ohforcryingoutloud. In what units are we measuring sexiness? Is there a wide margin for error? If my shoes are 95% sexy but my top doesn't suit me, does that cancel out? Is there a sexiness colour palette for nail polish out there somewhere? Hey Glamour magazine, will he still like me if I'm smart enough to refuse to bite my fingers down to the first knuckle over this?

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I love the things that make the assumption that all (male/female/fem/butch/straight/gay/lesbian/etc.) people have the same (values/tastes/turnons/turnoffs/etc.).

I suspect that someone who does things according to the Glamour model would send me screaming away. Of course, I'm not too conventional about with whom I go out.