All this time I thought Warpy was a guy.
Oh, no.
The defrocked warped primitive, who turns, or turned, 60 years old this year, is a
femme.
From Massachusetts but now living in the isolated mountains of New Mexico, she used to be an R.N., but something, uh, happened with that.
Some people can't be trusted with the keys to the narcotics cabinet in hospitals.
franksolich used to have a great deal of respect, thought the world, of the defrocked warped primitive--it's true, very true, it's in the threads here, but now buried deeper and deeper because of the passage of time--but gave up on her after I learned the more I complimented her, the more I was nice to her, the nastier, pettier, vindictiver, spitefuller, she got.
Sometimes there's no point in being nice to a particular person, and this is the classic case.
The defrocked warped primitive is a good man to have with one, if one is in fisticuffs in a barroom, or the motor vehicle needs pushed out of the snow.
Most definitely a
femme, and with the usual
femme desires and lusts, alas the defrocked warped primitive was born with a substantial obstacle to all that, being rather square and solid and big-shouldered and big-boned and all that.....not to mention being considerably hirsute.
The defrocked warped primitive, as a little girl, as a young woman, as a middle-aged spinster, and now as an old woman, like all women of all ages, naturally wished to be thought of as attractive, and complimented by those of the male persuasion.
Alas, and I sincerely mean this, that never happened; no guy ever said anything nice about the way she looked.
And hence the defrocked warped primitive became sore, angry, resentful, bitter.
And became a primitive.
This is why I
always counsel men, when confronted with a not-very-good-looking woman, to find something,
anything, no matter how microscopic or deeply buried, something that one finds aesthetic or attractive in her. Maybe's she's got ankles as thick as tree-trunks, but she also might have pretty eyes. Maybe she's got a grotesque nose, but she's good nice ears. Maybe she's got a face like George Washington, but she's got long, slender fingers. Maybe she stinks like a sheep, but she's got dainty wrists.
And so on.
(No point in lying, as such women see right through this; it has to be something
authentically attractive.)
A woman wants to be complimented on how she looks.
If someone had ever told the defrocked warped primitive when a little girl, that she had a "nice smile," that would have saved her from primitivity; from all this anger and rage and resentment and hostility.
I call it a "primitive prophylactic," or preventative, complimenting a woman about how she looks.
Although just a tiny gesture, it saves the world a whole lot of trouble.
