Fashion Board 12-09-03 through 1-08-04

[leagleaze]

Originally posted by purse junkie
Somehow, these are always the ones who take pains to tell you within 5 minutes of meeting you that they were unwanted, but their mothers had them anyway.

People actually say that? I haven't had an abortion debate with anyone in a very long time (thank God) but when I was stupid enough to try to have intelligent discussions on that subject, and as stupid as some of the things were that people said (on both sides) no one ever said anything that inane.

[purse junkie]

Originally posted by leagleaze
People actually say that? I haven't had an abortion debate with anyone in a very long time (thank God) but when I was stupid enough to try to have intelligent discussions on that subject, and as stupid as some of the things were that people said (on both sides) no one ever said anything that inane.

Indeed they do. And it is way, way too much info about a total stranger's mom's and dad's sex life. Any is, in fact.

I too won't debate this issue anymore. But those moms have my sympathy.

[leagleaze]

Originally posted by purse junkie
Indeed they do. And it is way, way too much info about a total stranger's mom's and dad's sex life. Any is, in fact.

I too won't debate this issue anymore. But those moms have my sympathy.

I was going to say that's amazing, but then I realized, it isn't. People are crazy.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
which member(s) of our dear community were most likely the law school pain in the asses? We know Thurgreed was the cool guy who sat in theback. No doubt that Atticus was the guy who raised his hand at one minute to the end of class and kept the class over to discuss some esoteric issue of fascinatino to nobodyu but himself, the old guy in the class and the professor. PJ probably voiceed some really prim uptight opinions that were off topic but might have kept the class from getting to the next day's reading. Slave probably spoke a lot in the way that insecure dumb guys who want to seem smart and/or funny do. I imagine that Debtslave got picked on a lot by the profs socratic style. total roadkill.

I admit that in first year property I was the student that my very socratic professor would turn to wearily after trying to get somewhere with someone else. He'd sigh, turn to me and say "All right, Miss Bn'B, lets see if you and I can make any headway with this."

I admit that I had a terrific crush on this professor, even though he was a boozy white-haired old man, who actually believed that the Citgo sign in Kenmore Square was sending him secret messages.

I was also the token strict constructionist in Con Law. Some other student would start arguing penumbra and emanations, and my Con Law professor would turn and say "Now you don't agree with that, do you Miss Bn'B?". I did not have a crush on this professor, and he in fact scared me one day when, while waiting outside his office to see another professor in the same suite I mentioned to him that I liked his shirt, and he offered to take it off right there and give it to me. When I declined, he told me I must not like his shirt all that much.

I realize both these stories are outable. If you recognize me, the professors, or the school, please send me a PM.

[Not Bob]

Originally posted by leagleaze
People actually say that?

Mostly *not* in the abortion debates, but heck, yeah, I've heard that. Anyone who is the youngest kid in a large Catholic family hears that at every extended family gathering. Here's a snippet overheard at a recent wake:

Aunt Margaret: Oh, Not Bob, it's so good to see that you came home for poor Michael's funeral.

Me [furtively looking for an escape route to the bar]: Nonsense, Aunt Margaret. I'm just glad to be here for Aunt Mary.

Aunt Margaret: She's so glad you're here, even if it's for ... [remainder of sentence drowned out by the following]

Cousin Patrick: Roberto! [grabs narrator in a massive bear hug, sloshing half a mug of draft Rhinegold on narrator's back]

Me: Hey, Pat, good to see yo...

Cousin Patrick: Maureen, c'mere [pulls attractive, tired-looking redhead with a screaming infant on her hip to his side] -- this is my cousin Non Rob-air. He's an accident just like little Mickey here! [mass hysteria ensues] I wanted to name the little monster "Whoops!" but Maureen wouldn't hear of it! Hahahahaha!

[ThrashersFan]

http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Musi....ap/index.html

"There are grounds for this court to grant an annulment ... because plaintiff Spears lacked understanding of her actions to the extent that she was incapable of agreeing to the marriage," the annulment papers said."

"The annulment petition filed Monday had been signed Saturday by Spears, but not by Alexander."

"Before entering into the marriage," the petition said, "the plaintiff and defendant did not know each other's likes and dislikes, each other's desires to have or not have children, and each other's desires as to state of residency. Upon learning of each other's desires, they are so incompatible that there was a want of understanding of each other's actions in entering into this marriage."

If she was drunk or something she should fucking say so. If it was a "joke carried too far" then get a divorce and pay the guy for the embarrassment. This bullshit of "lacked understanding of her actions" is utter crap. Obviously a publicity stunt that I hope backfires and makes her the Bennifer of 2004.

p.s. The whole croc-hunter thing, however, still does not upset me.

[Bad_Rich_Chic]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
which member(s) of our dear community were most likely the law school pain in the asses? I imagine that Debtslave got picked on a lot by the profs socratic style. total roadkill.

I actually did pretty well under socratic method for the simple reason that I had the foresight to buy (i) secondhand books (ii) that were heavily marked up with in-class notes (iii) by a scribbler who had taken the course from my prof. (My Civ Pro book had, next to every case discussed, a handy guide that said "Nutshell says:" vs "Prof X says:".) Man was I pissed when a new edition had come out. But mostly I passed the time passing funny notes and taunting the Mormon next to me with huge cups of latte.

[baltassoc]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
I've heard tell of people playing asshole-bingo, where you and a few friends had cards with the flamers names. I have heard in those class some numbskull would ask his hypo and a voice would cry out "bingo!"

When in law school I always worried whether I was one of the ones people hated, and this fear was somewhat validated by the fact I made an appearance on some gunner-bingo cards. Countering this fact was the fact I was let in on the game; I'm pretty sure the two or three real ringers in the class were unaware of the game. I was usually good for one or two comments per week, which probably edged me into the top ten. I never could stand to have the class just sit there in silence while the prof repeated "Anyone? Anyone?" I talked much more in classes without an organized method of going through the class for questions. I mean, hell, somebody's got to talk.

Otherwise, our gunner was just a typical gunner: sat in front, could barely dress himself, was nonetheless arrogant, raised his hand three times per class, and didn't get very good grades (but not bad either).

One of the guys with the best grades was interesting in that I'm sure he's now a terrible lawyer because of his temper. The easiest thing in the world was to bump him over the edge of rage. Very smart guy, but everybody just took him apart in Mock Trial.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by ThrashersFan

"There are grounds for this court to grant an annulment ... because plaintiff Spears lacked understanding of her actions to the extent that she was incapable of agreeing to the marriage," the annulment papers said."

Why am i guessing that Las Vegas divorce lawyers have a macro on their computers that spit this stuff out in about 10 seconds?

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by baltassoc
I never could stand to have the class just sit there in silence while the prof repeated "Anyone? Anyone?" I talked much more in classes without an organized method of going through the class for questions. I mean, hell, somebody's got to talk.

How is it that all those people who couldn't be persuaded to talk at all during law school now won't shut the fuck up during endless client meetings? Did they need to turn on a billable meter in law school to get class participation up?

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by baltassoc
I mean, hell, somebody's got to talk.

My first year, the professors my section had were the old-school socratic type professors. If you raised your hand, it meant you couldn't hear.

Second year was a huge shock for me and my section-mates. It took a long time to get used to hand raising, and we were all quieter than most of the rest in our classes.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by baltassoc
When in law school I always worried whether I was one of the ones people hated, and this fear was somewhat validated by the fact I made an appearance on some gunner-bingo cards. Countering this fact was the fact I was let in on the game; I'm pretty sure the two or three real ringers in the class were unaware of the game. I was usually good for one or two comments per week, which probably edged me into the top ten. I never could stand to have the class just sit there in silence while the prof repeated "Anyone? Anyone?" I talked much more in classes without an organized method of going through the class for questions. I mean, hell, somebody's got to talk.

There was nothing wrong with talking, per se. My god, we were there to learn a profession. A flamer was one who regularly violated the following rule:

Do not ask the question you are burning to ask, unless you can say "no" to each of the following:

If I had been paying attention would I likely know the answer to my question?

If I extrapolated with one brain cell based upon what we have discussed would I be able to answer my question?

Am I changing facts to create a hypo?*

Is my question so esoteric, that it is only of interest to me, and is something I should discuss with Prof after class?

*our worst guy would always say "What if,......" One of out Prof's was Nat'l expert in a particular field, but teaching Civ Pro. That is egotistical, but feeling beneath himself in the class. He had a notorious temper. Best moment for this guy was when he asked "What if..." for the 10th time, and the Prof ambles over to the guy's front row seat, leans over, palms on guy's desk, starts taking deep breathes trying to control anger, and fails, bursting out with "THAT"S NOT EVEN A QUESTION!!!!"

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by baltassoc
I never could stand to have the class just sit there in silence while the prof repeated "Anyone? Anyone?" I talked much more in classes without an organized method of going through the class for questions. I mean, hell, somebody's got to talk.

same here. If I knew the answer, I generally put up my hand (sometimes this was to pre-empt the biggest keener in my section - let's just call him Anthony - from pontificating on the issue - god he was a pain in the ass, especially in contracts).

We had a lot of weirdos, so it's hard to pick the biggest. There was the aforementioned Anthony, some guy who taped up all his falling-apart shoes with duct tape and picked his nose in class, this guy we nicknamed "The Ferret", this other guy who brought a gun to class once (no metal detectors in our universities - at least when I went to school), this chick who wrote an article in the paper on the virtues of muff-diving (actually, I advocate those types of articles - she was just a huge bitch - that is what made her annoying).

Those were the annoying weirdos. We had some great eccentric people too - the pothead, the undercover cop, the opera singer.

[purse junkie]

Originally posted by ThrashersFan
["Before entering into the marriage," the petition said, "the plaintiff and defendant did not know each other's likes and dislikes, each other's desires to have or not have children, and each other's desires as to state of residency. Upon learning of each other's desires, they are so incompatible that there was a want of understanding of each other's actions in entering into this marriage."

So in their many years of childhood friendship the place of residence/desire for kids never came up, but on the hungover day after their marriage they poured out their souls to each for the Big Talk and found out it wouldn't work?

Touching. God, can't people just have sex any more then call it a day?

[idle acts]

Originally posted by purse junkie
He was actually on the Today show this morning defending himself by cuddling a tot who was not in imminent danger of being ingested by wild animals. If that doesn't excuse his dangling his baby over a taunted pissed-off murderous carnivore a couple of days earlier, what in God's name does, people?

Yeah, but didn't he appear to be on drugs this morning in that interview? He was more than his usually manic self.