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Madelaine McMasters

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  1. Would it be okay for me to ignore the "peeve" topic of this thread to remind myself how much I enjoyed trying to grope you 10 years ago?
  2. Agreed. Within weeks of arriving in SL, I was struck by the proportion of objects I interrogated (via "Edit") that were created by females. It was easily the majority. That was (and still is) in stark (and refreshing) contrast to my RL experience in the medical electronics industry, where nearly all of the engineers/designers were male. It took much longer than those initial weeks for me to encounter the "most SL women are men" meme here. Even if I allow for the plausibility of that claim arising from sexuality, it seems unsatisfactory as an explanation for the grand showing of females as creators here. It's not just engineering that's male dominated... https://www.businessoffashion.com/articles/fashion-week/less-female-fashion-designers-more-male-designers/ This makes Oberwolf's claim that 80% of SL's top earners are women even more interesting.
  3. If it's true that nobody knows if you're a man or a woman unless you say so, Oberwolf could make no claim about gender representation amongst SL's top earners, other than to say that 80% of them say they're female.. I suspect LL gets some grip on demographics via PIOF. This would be the best evidence I've seen that the preponderance of female creators in SL is real.
  4. Whatever that definition is, Abbi Normal can make it for you... https://www.etsy.com/listing/286537005/custom-make-a-monster-pet-peeve-the
  5. Timely quoting should make that evident, and we all know how to do that.
  6. Until getting my SUV a couple years ago, I'd never owned a car with an automatic transmission. I'm wishing I'd never got it, both because it was designed by German idiots and because I can no longer claim to never have owned a car with an automatic transmission. My future vehicles will be electric. I'll miss rowing gears.
  7. It's a deception, Cali. That little troublemaker grew up to be a voracious landscape muncher and path-light destroyer. Over the last decade, the destruction they've caused has (I'm not kidding) exceeded the cost of my Miata. It looks like the only workable solution to my problem is to abandon nearly a half mile of beautiful illuminated forest pathways. My neighbor's dog has been chased into the house twice now, by deer that have jumped their backyard fence and attacked it. Here's a recent little rascal, possibly a great grandchild of that earlier hellraiser...
  8. "Your World, Your Imagination" does require imagination, ya know.
  9. They absolutely exist! I might still be the High Priestess of one, though I was not a member of it. To paraphrase Groucho, I refuse to join any club that would have me as a leader.
  10. Misogyny is alive and well in Italy, from business to religion. Whether it's men degrading women or other men, testosterone seems involved. I think it's something like "machismo". When I was in grad school, my apartment was across the street from an all female dormitory serving the local area. On summer evenings, the street would fill with muscle cars driven by young men who'd yell the most degrading things up to the open windows. The girls would flock down to the street and drape themselves across the cars. I'll never understand it. Surely estrogen is a culprit, too.
  11. I think a lot of racist/misogynist/wrong-headed advertising flies under the radar because it targets a receptive audienΩe, away from the mainstream. Now and then someone misses the target and gets called out. I don't imagine we here would much care for the advertising of Daniel Defense, but this would get rave reviews in the bars up north...
  12. Know your audience?. There are plenty of people who'll high five racism and misogyny. Dolce and Gabbana torched their Chinese market a couple years ago with a stupid ad, and it became pretty clear the CEO felt no contrition. My ex-hubby is a marketing VP for a large bank. He's forever amazed by the stupidity of people in the markcom business and agrees with me that testosterone is often involved.
  13. Not parody. Though I can't recall any specific examples, my emergency backup kid has mentioned what I'll call "backlash" advertising in the bars of northern Wisconsin. I imagine the Boomingdale's ad might play well "up-nort", if it were for a gun company.
  14. I have a bucket full of magnetite I scavenged off the beach when I was a kid. If I put a rare earth magnet (scavenged from a hard drive) in my mouth and press it to my cheek with my tongue, the magnetite will stick to my skin. My ex-hubby rolled his eyes when I gave the demonstration. I thought I had potential as a bearded lady.
  15. Though it was a bit of a dud, we did make thermite with aluminum powder from an Etch-A-Sketch and some magnetite obtained from the beach.
  16. Man-lifting kites have been around forever... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man-lifting_kite We routinely sent things aloft on the kite string (not on the kite, that degrades stability). At summer parties or public kite festivals, we'd do candy or teddy bear drops... Eventually, we started lofting cameras... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kite_aerial_photography We lost that 21 foot delta into the lake long ago, but I still have my 14, a few soft kites used for camera lifting, and several two and four line stunt kites. A few years ago, I watched a young man riding on a little "buggy" being pulled around by a four line power kite. That looked like great fun. When the winds were right, I used small kites to pull my bicycle down the road. Pedaling back was a challenge, as it was both difficult and prone to send the kite looping.
  17. As the 70s child of an engineer, I was taught to make my own toys. Dad taught me woodworking and mechanics, mom taught sewing and welding. The earliest of our dangerous toys were kites. We made a 21 foot delta that could lift me off the ground. We'd tether it to the tractor's winch and send it up into stable winds. Then I'd "walk" up the line, hand over hand, until my feet left the ground. Mom had words with Dad after coming outside to find me sitting on a swing seat he'd fastened to the line, placing me at about his head height. I'll never forgive her for stopping him from sending me higher. Once I'd grown too heavy for the kite, we switched to trebuchets. The first was a pea-shooter I happily aimed at mom (payback!). The last was 16 feet tall and could hurl tomatoes over the tree line and onto the roof of my emergency backup mom's house. It was built specifically to discourage her from overwhelming us with tomatoes at the end of the growing season. It didn't work. She was the ultimate in stubborn Germans.
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