So folks like debating me nowadays because my main weapons are NODDING MY HEAD and REPEATING 'MM-HMM' until I have thoroughly proven their point.
She picked the topic, as is proper because at this particular institution, women won't ever enter a building until a gentleman deigns to open the door first, oh mercy, the long lines at the restrooms until automated sensors arrived 'round these parts.
We debated the subject of lying, as in lying TO someone, not lying WITH someone, heavens. Her first contention was this:
-- LYING IS ALWAYS WRONG (emphasis on eternity)
Her second contention was:
-- BECAUSE
Her coup d-e'tat:
-- CAN I GET AN AMEN?
Still, I couldn't help, lack of a polyester suit notwithstanding to say, 'Let me ask you a question. Let's pretend you are a Dutch family in 1944 and the Nazis pay you a visit and wonder, 'DO YOU HAVE A LITTLE GIRL HERE BY THE NAME OF ANNE SOMEWHEREABOUTS?' Whaddya say?'
Vexed, she pursed her lips in such an adorable way that I could no longer imagine the shiny new trophy atop my wardrobe and thereafter we talked about her grandmother's ginger snaps, the mighty fine scent of jessamine on the setting summer night and her secret yen for roadside bolled peanuts. My god, there are some pretty girls way down south.
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Ha! I debate just like you do. Looks like we're never going to fight. We can share the trophy.
I almost always bring up Anne Frank when I'm debating.
"Don't you think if Anne Frank were alive today, she would be in favor of stem cell research?"
"Do you really believe that Anne Frank would support teaching creationism in schools?"
"Would Anne Frank feel that the global spread of the internet has aided democratisation, increased freedom and reduced human rights abuses, or would she consider it at best ineffective and at worst a weapon in the hands of repressive governments?"
Yeah, they're pretty, but they're also satan incarnate. The term 'passive aggressive' was coined, perfected, then made into an institution by southern women.
But they're still two-t hott, what with the accents and the okra.
mg! it somehow makes me sad that we'll never fight. could we maybe wrestle?
jenny, throw in an occasional MLK, JR and Gandhi, and you've got yourself an unbeatable argument every time.
sir, in rock-paper-scissors pretty trumps evil every single time.
I'm fond of boiled peanuts. But I don't want to debate it with you.
i miss boiled peanuts so much i was THIS close to microwaving a bag of roasted in a bowl of brine, but it's just not the same. edamame is such a poor substitute. sigh.
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