A Day By Plane Ride
I'm sitting in my 3 inch seat, flying over perfectly formed white clouds, somewhere over Texas. Every now and again a bump in the road rocks the plane and my heart simultaneously lurches into my throat and my hands instinctively move to grab on to something, anything... only, realistically, even if I could grab onto something what would it matter. Often I chant Hare Ram, close my eyes and breathe... but I think I'm over that today. Standing in line in the Orlando airport, an announcement was made that we should be sure to use the restroom as it would be a rollercoaster and likely a long time sitting. That leg turned out to be a beautifully smooth and relaxing flight... the air over Texas isn't being as cooperative.
So the week, the week... in my cryptic 2am mental wanderings I've had some questions about what I really meant. Some I might actually expound on, some where purposefully cryptic... some where secret messages for those in the know.
For a couple evenings I kept seeing this one guy. He struck me as slightly (said with massive sarcasm) slimy when he hit on me and I said "What you didn't see the ring?" and his response was "So." In all our conversations at conference events or with mutual acquaintenances, I never got that he was, himself, married. He presented a single outlook, he appeared without attachments. So, late last night, after he left, strategically, with the woman sitting next to me.... and was gone for a very long time... I was pretty surprised when his co-worker mentioned his wife and kids... and the wedding ring he took off in the airport. I rarely get surprised by people like that... usually I can see right through it. Either he was really good or I'm off my game and a bit rusty ;)
I heard repeatedly last night from various individuals, all of the male species, that I was flirting with the geek boys (remember it was a technical conference so everyone was a geek boy pretty much). I really tried to wrap my brain around this. What was I doing? I certainly didn't have any intention of flirting and I really couldn't come up with the intentention of firtation either consciously or subconsciously. Finally I asked one of my friends who had also made this comment. I was told that by the virtue of being free of male body parts and by speaking to the geek heads, that I was flirting. I confirmed this declaration with a few other people one of whom I respect deeply. This blows me away. Just what am I supposed to do? I'm female. Can't change that. I work in a male dominated field and the majority of conversations I am going to have related to business are going to be with a male. If I open my mouth, I'm flirting? I had one person say "The man becomes the hero, you're the whore." I actually had someone assume I had gone and had relations with one of the geek boys because I apparently talked to him longer than the others. Not only can I not open my mouth but, I better have a stopwatch if I dare to.
I got fed my ego last night. At various points in the fesitivites the session/demo that I did was mentioned. I was repeatedly praised and stroked for giving an awesome presentation and being "good at what I do." The thing is, I AM good at what I do. I've worked really hard and continue to work my butt off to be good at what I do. I also recognized that I didn't take the compliments easily. I know I'm good. Tell me about it.
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CIODude asked me via email about the comment I made that I purposefully wanted to go out and get drunk. His question is essentially why. I've thought the whole flight about how to explain it and my best attempt is as follows.
My brain never stops. The reason yoga is so valuable to me is not physically. It's that it is the only time my mind is so focused somewhere other than itself that it's quiet. I'd like to say that I can achieve this anytime with just the breath but, the truth is, while sometimes I can, most of the time I can't. Being drunk is something completely different though... it's where your mind simply can't focus and your inner being has some sort of drunken freedom. Maybe parts of yourself that you never let loose. This is why last night before I attempted to get drunk I made sure that I asked not one but 3 people to make sure I was okay and got back to my room (of course this backfires if the 3 people you ask get more drunk than you). I like getting drunk occasionally. I like the freedom to just rage and let go... it is no longer a conscious act (well other than the travel time between glass and mouth). I rarely drink enough to get drunk because, well, I usually have practice the next day... so I sorta figured with all the stress, the inability to practice and all the free drinks I wanted, I should just let it all go. Heck everyone else was. It is however those times... the ones when I've been MOST stressed and MOST want (or, to some degree, need) the release that I cannot achieve a drunken state. So, I don't know that I can answer the question other to say that sometimes, it's fun. I like it.
Or, maybe, that's just really an excuse and I haven't let go of the 20s party girl stage.
I leave this lengthy blog post with a quote of a famous quote (that I can't remember of whom and cannot google while up here, 30,000 feet above Mother Earth):
The moving figure writes, and having writ moves on, and all of our pioty and wit cannot lure it back to cancel a single line.
Song of the day: Nine Inch Days -- Only (still figuring if you is ego and me is ego)


Comments
i wouuld have to presume that thse are not the first IT geeks you've been around. now not all IT ppl are geeks, clearly, but common myth has it that there is a fairly large percentage of geeks within that population. so, having trained and worked in a field populated with a larger percentage of geeks than would be present in many other segments of society, it would not be unreasonable for someone to presume that you would understand some of the geek mindset. such as, "i'm a geek. as such, i tend to be a turn off to women. but wait! here's this woman, an adult woman at that, who is talking to me. since women are usually repelled by me, for her to be talking to me must mean that she is attracted to me. logic is a binary thing after all. i know she's talking with me about code and her project and all, but really, she must want me. i wonder if a blowjob is out of the question."
your intention is immaterial. they know you're not really flirting with them. they may be geeks but they didn't get to be where they are by being stupid too. but no matter how many times they are reduced to social feces when trying to interct with normal women, they are eternally willing to suspend normal belief structures and envision a relationship that is knowingly fanciful and imaginary but is pleasing and therefor acceptable. kind of like believing that Gandolf really didn't die when he fell off of that ledge fighting that thingy in LOR. it's patently unbelievable but it makes a better story, so it is easily accepted.
no harm, no foul. unless they're are dumb enough to accually ask u for that BJ. then, they get another kick in the nuts to re-inforce their true station in the social strata of the world
Posted by: okrgr | August 26, 2006 3:59 AM
OK, well, what can I add to that string of profanities and nauseating images left above by OKRGR? Hmmm....let's see...
Julie, you are a gorgeous woman, and if you so much as look at a man who is on the lookout for female attention, then you are going to be deemed to be "flirting" with them. If you TALK to such a man, then they are going to imagine in their heads that you are interested in more than talk.
Add to that your success in your field, and you have a recipe for gossip from onlookers. Those who know of and are jealous of your success will wonder if you succeed on sex appeal and .... sex. Those who are looking for some action, will HOPE that is true, and try to get in on the action.
It's the sad way of the world for attractive women in a man's industry.
I have heard that these conferences can be the adult equivalent of fraternity parties, or at least, big college parties: everyone kind of knows everyone, or conceivably could, and lots of people are out for some drunken "fun". Married or not. I have a female friend whose ring would come off before she got on the airplaine whenever she would go to one of these things. What a way to gratify the ego. I have another friend who wore his wedding ring on the wrong hand, so it was there as a vague sign of his being married, but it sent an unclear message. Thus, he never felt obligated to actually TELL anyone he was married. Neither of these friends are married anymore (or in my life anymore).
Enjoy your success, and laugh at the idiots..all, with equanimity, of course!
xo,
Lauren
Posted by: Lauren | August 26, 2006 4:26 AM
What can I say...I love geeks. It doesn't get much geeker than the job I used to do (speech recognition systems) and yet I never felt "safer" than surrounded by geeks. Sure, I knew that by being one of the few women in the field and being *gasp* good I was an oddity and I don't even want to entertain the image of what could be going through their minds at times, but at the same time no one ever was slimey or downright dirty to mee. The investment banking world is a different thing. But they are all scared of being sued so they keep it well under control at work, and I make sure I'm miles away from them outside work.
Posted by: Vanessa | August 26, 2006 4:30 AM
I have to agree with okrgr on this one. Not all of them, mind you, but I think he's hit a meaningful subset of the nails on the head. Try not let it bother you.
Posted by: Tim | August 26, 2006 6:18 AM
Okay, time for a gay man to add his comments. Okrgr is pretty well right in his analysis, but I have to add: don't take it too seriously when someone says you're flirting and you know you're not. There is a world of wishful, delusional, and just plain mistaken, thinking before people successfully integrate their sexual selves and their intellectual selves into a harmonious mix of voices. As long as you feel you're acting with integrity, leave it up to the geeks to eventually sort themselves out.
i♥u, Don.
Posted by: Don Livingston | August 26, 2006 5:06 PM
The only real explanation is the simple idiocity of men. When women talk to them, they always harbor, if not assume too many other things. Funny thing is, Ashtanga girl is too smart fo rmost men to fathom, no compliment intended.
Posted by: DjM | August 28, 2006 3:48 PM
it's not a "men are idiots" issue. women make the same kind of misinterpretation of simple attention and interaction. it's not a gender issue, it's a socialization issue
Posted by: okrgr | August 28, 2006 6:45 PM
I am not sure I can add much to the whole flirting thing then what I said to you during the taxi ride. Your twice gifted - beauty and brains.
I'll have to digest the whole getting drunk explanation. I guess maybe it's my personal mental outlook and upbringing. I've never been drunk in my life. I found it interesting (and often amusing) in college to watch people at parties get drunk. There are a few times I could have taken advantage of that, but ultimately never did. In fact there was one particular event, that if time hasnt colored my perception much, I might wish to replay and not take the high road the second time around.
I am not sure I could ever cut loose that much. I am too uptight. I am not sure what outlet I do have to discharge all that stuff. Perhaps your method is better.
Posted by: ciodude | September 2, 2006 6:35 AM