So, here I was, in another website's chat room, when I make the mistake of taking the flame-bait.
"What is it about all men not being able to get past the boobs when they see me?" spat Carebear13, venting her frustration at her most recent grocery store experience.
Of course, being a male, I had to say something - after all, not everyone with a penis is a pervert. We're not all saints, either. I'm regularly chastised by the few readers I have left about lumping people together.
"We're not all that way, you know," I started out. "You've spoken to me before. I haven't cared what your breasts looked like."
This must have turned her auto-attack feature on, because I was immediately given a "Stop whining, Take" (short for "TakeItOutside", my screen name there).
"Nobody's whining, Care. How come someone has to be whining in order to defend his gender against sweeping generalizations that some might even find offensive?"
It deteriorated after that, until finally I just agreed to disagree and stopped talking to her. Of course, by this time, she'd drawn such a wide support base from the other spectators (ironically, mostly horny men who just wanted her to turn her webcam on so she could show them her boobs) that continued discussion would be an uphill battle.
The conversation in that chat room then became about... you guessed it... breasts.
Naturally, I must be at fault. Being sane in an insane world is the same as being insane in a sane world. I was under the mistaken impression that people liked to talk about normal things once in a while, and that breasts were just ancillary. I guess she who has the breasts makes the rules...
And I thought CT's lounges were screwed up...
Tapping out, y'all.
