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From: keith@seismo.UUCP
Newsgroups: net.singles
Subject: Re: Happy as a homosexual
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Date: Wed, 27-Jun-84 12:15:54 EDT
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Posted: Wed Jun 27 12:15:54 1984
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> It seems that to you men-hater = unhappy and not "well-adjusted".

	Happy contains the definition of well-adjusted, to be more explicit,
Webst. says it's "notably well adapted or fitting; enjoying well-being and
contentment".  So, well, yes, I guess so, I don't think that anyone who "hates"
someone can be particularly happy; and hating 45% of the human race *can't* be
considered well-adjusted.
	I'm still uncomfortable with the whole premise here.  What y'all
seem to be saying is that women are "becoming" lesbian because the men 
around them are "jerks".  Men are no more inherently "jerks" than women 
are.  Admittedly, men tend to conform to a certain set of values, women
to another set (although it is *definitely* arguable that both sets of these
values are shifting toward some middle ground).  But, unless you happen to
be located in a town of five you are going to be able to find people of *both*
sexes that conform to your personal definitions of "niceness".  There is just
no way that I'm going to believe that someone living in (where was it now...)
Redwood City CA, can't find someone that's male who agrees with them 
on every single issue in the world, including lollipop flavoring.  And, once
you throw that (ahem) "reason" out, you introduce justification/rationalization
and it's time to say "Pooh, I don't think that's well-adjusted."
	Now.  I know I'm coming across a little heavy here, and I don't 
mean to.  What's more, I don't mean to pick on any particular person.  And,
moving rapidly along, I've been roundly castigated for telling this 
particular person that she wasn't happy.  I apologize; that's not what I 
meant.  It's not *my* idea of happiness.  Admittedly.  If she's happy 
torturing small fuzzy animals, then she's happy torturing small fuzzy animals
and I won't argue the point.  On the other hand, the logic *does not* hold 
together.
		Me, I torture small fuzzy bath towels,
		Keith 
			ARPA: keith@seismo 
			UUCP: seismo!keith

p.s.	Hear the definition of a small town?  One where the local boy scout
	has to double as the town drunk.