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October 25, 2013

Two peppers and a bunch of coriander later

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Went to market yesterday. Not to display my own wares but embellish my dish of the day (fish).

The main player – she never makes eye contact on point of sale but will shout her lungs out – looks (at first glance) like a man. No, actually, no – not like a man. Undefinable. Neither one or the other. That’s ok. I feel for her. Glad it’s not me.

Can’t believe it. Cannot believe it: Two new characters have shown up to support and help the family enterprise. They too are women. I only know this because women do hold their bodies and walk differently to men, even if they walk like a man. The Rock would have a hard time to wrestle them down. I am not easily shocked – but I was. MY GOD. Normally, in the name of research, I’d have made conversation,  asked them casual questions. So far in my life I have escaped grievous bodily harm. How do you ask a young woman what it feels like to tower over tall men and have shoulders the width of a girder, the complexion of a weathered farm worker and hands the size of a paddle? Mind you, I will yank up courage – in a week or two. What’s the worst that can happen: They won’t even understand the question.

In German there is that beauty of a word: “Mannweib”. A manwoman. It took me most my life but I have met two, 24 Oct 2013 – within seconds of each other.

U

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13 Comments »

  1. What’s interesting is how unambiguous most people are when it comes to gender. We all make sure we’re sporting enough appropriate gender signifiers to avoid any embarrassing doubts in other people’s eyes. It’s actually quite unusual to encounter people whose gender is uncertain and leave you pondering .

    Comment by nick — October 25, 2013 @ 08:20 | Reply

    • It is unusual, Nick. It’s why I did a double take. I have seen ‘strong’ women but this was something else.

      You may walk BEHIND someone (say the Angel) with long blond hair half way down their back. Let’s forget that he is very tall – which is somewhat of a giveaway.You know only a man would walk like that, and vice versa. Reminds me of when I took him for a bus ride (he must have been about three or four) to show him that there are different ways of transport than our car or an aeroplane. An elderly woman behind us tapped me on the shoulder whispering what beautiful hair my little ‘girl’ had. The Angel turned round and smiled at her. Oops. No mistaking as to gender there.

      By the same token one of my sisters when in her early Twenties could be mistaken for a David Bowie look a like. Smart trouser suit, short cropped hair, not even an A cup. Perfect. Yet, she was still a woman. Unmistakably so.

      You do know, of course, the one difference between men and women, don’t you? Women have a waist. Men don’t. Which – no doubt – accounts for the fact that women are measured in – for sake of argument – 36-24-36 and men just get their inner leg length taken.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 25, 2013 @ 13:12 | Reply

  2. What is the big deal? I keep meeting effeminate men all the time!

    Comment by Rummuser — October 25, 2013 @ 10:45 | Reply

    • Certain North American tribes gave great credence to such people……

      Comment by magpie11 — October 25, 2013 @ 12:24 | Reply

    • They may be effeminate but you still identify them as men, right? Total ambiguity is very rare.

      Comment by nick — October 25, 2013 @ 12:46 | Reply

    • Ramana, I dare say for those two women (and their mother – if it is their mother) it’s a very BIG deal. Or maybe not. If they are INBRED which is what my mother might suggest (she doesn’t buy into political correct lingo) they are ‘idiots’. It happens. The one mercy for an ‘idiot’ they don’t know they are.

      Dear dog in heaven: Please let this comment of mine not come back to haunt me.

      U

      PS As to effeminate men – I love Mascara (think Johnny Depp as Captain Scarecrow) – I love beauty, and will come back to the subject on a separate thread.

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 25, 2013 @ 13:21 | Reply

  3. I wonder if they will turn up in Walthamstow market sometime……. it takes all sorts…….

    Comment by magpie11 — October 25, 2013 @ 12:23 | Reply

  4. I coach High School basketball for women and it is not unusual to have several players that are 183 to 190 centimeters in height, with many of the post players built quite sturdily, with very large hands – a good trait for playing basketball. I am somewhat average in height at 178 cm, but it does look rather amusing, surrounded by many who are taller than me in their uniforms, and even worse, at the end of year banquet when they are all in heels. Such a wonderful group of young ladies, all girly-girls once they are out and about in real life away from the playing court. My best player I ever coached was a farm girl at 188 cm who could toss bales of hay with the best of the guys. She held the state record for shot-put for her High School. She more than once knocked me to the ground in the middle of some basketball drills we were doing. Played for 5 years in Spain after graduating college. Great kid. I’m still in touch with her after all these years. She married a very tall man – can’t wait to see how tall her kids will be…

    Comment by Phil — October 25, 2013 @ 17:00 | Reply

    • Sweet. 178 cm, Phil? Be glad you are not married to my mother. To this day she maintains she is taller than my father. It’s rubbish. Still – as they say – each marriage has its secret. And then there are Rod Stewart, Dustin Hoffman and Woody Allen. Oh to be a man. Who cares about height when there is wit, talent or – in Stewart’s case – a bottom I never took to.

      Yesterday’s market was heavy tobacco. Height just being one factor. Volume more like it. I don’t mean volume as in fat. Just volume. Taking up space. Steamroller. Tank in motion. Freak show type stuff. Not that they looked unhappy. Thank dog. However, one can’t but help wonder about what the fairies deem fit to dish out at the cradle.

      Basketball? Do have faint memory of it. At my school it was mostly Volleyball for the girls. I only excelled because I am fast and jump high. Catching the ball? That depended entirely on the one throwing.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 25, 2013 @ 17:37 | Reply

      • Perhaps your mother is taller than your father – in heels…

        Comment by Phil — October 25, 2013 @ 17:41 | Reply

  5. It’s Halloween next are you
    sure that they weren’t Zombies?

    Well I only said…

    Have a lovely
    weekend GBOTB

    Andro xxxx

    Comment by Gray Dawster — October 26, 2013 @ 14:59 | Reply

  6. I talked to a man-like woman the other day. I was sure IT was a man but the voice wasn’t deep enough & no hair on the face.

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — October 28, 2013 @ 20:55 | Reply

  7. In America, we would call her a multi-million dollar basket ball star. Hands the size of paddles would make great game hands. Once she plays to her strengths, as all women should regardless of appearance, there will be no shortage of attention and admiration.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — October 30, 2013 @ 10:35 | Reply


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