<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post1527323183214983591..comments</id><updated>2009-12-27T19:12:21.759-08:00</updated><category term='my big fat uterus'/><category term='video killed the radio star'/><category term='frugal'/><category term='books books books'/><category term='eco-crunchy'/><category term='decor/our home'/><category term='feline follies'/><category term='fatshion'/><category term='port townsend'/><category term='silas'/><category term='peaceful parenting'/><category term='yarn bombing'/><category term='the whole famdamily'/><category term='digging in the dirt'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='end of days'/><category term='intuitive eating'/><category term='pointless nostalgia'/><category term='first world problems'/><category term='no-poo'/><category term='the feelgoodery'/><category term='sew what?'/><category term='culinary endeavors'/><category term='The Red Clover Keep'/><category term='Dancing Tree Hill Pilgrimage'/><category term='emotional brain muck'/><category term='unschooling'/><category term='health at every size'/><category term='seth'/><category term='fat politics'/><category term='the violence inherent in the system'/><title type='text'>Comments on by the seat of our pants: friends walk together, pop and lock together</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/feeds/1527323183214983591/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html'/><author><name>... Jasie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583974480069156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGIKINRnAuI/Txs55WOaPTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7W-WzQJItrs/s220/396076_3002808196903_1463292442_2987493_1554492319_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-8047084328249709834</id><published>2009-12-27T17:25:44.079-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:25:44.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this post.  I have often stuggled with the ...</title><content type='html'>I love this post.  I have often stuggled with the whole friendship issue.  I&amp;#39;m a guys kind of girl.  I have always had more male friends than females friends.  When I read article and books about the whole female friendship thing I end up feeling horrible because I don&amp;#39;t really have that strong female friend who has been with me through everything.  I honestly don&amp;#39;t have any &amp;quot;real&amp;quot; friends past my own husband.  I think I&amp;#39;m just too difficult of a personality for most.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/8047084328249709834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/8047084328249709834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html?showComment=1261963544079#c8047084328249709834' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423804386787998078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09291509028405393976'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF3A88ARkHI/SvpS1z0iV_I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZnpEopzybMk/S220/Picture+274.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-1527323183214983591' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/posts/default/1527323183214983591' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1286154345'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-8477674613136082738</id><published>2009-12-24T11:32:35.378-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:32:35.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*
If you have at least one friend, more than ...</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;If you have at least one friend, more than just a casual acquaintance, who isn&amp;#39;t family, who you see more than twice a year, you&amp;#39;ve got it good. That&amp;#39;s what I want, but never have had.  But I wouldn&amp;#39;t know what to do with them. Legend has it that if you&amp;#39;re an outcast in high school, there are other outcasts you hang out with and ultimately fit in with. I never went to high school and even if I did, I wouldn&amp;#39;t have fit in with the other outcasts--wouldn&amp;#39;t have been &amp;#39;freaky&amp;#39; enough for them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes I do throw a pity party for myself. I don&amp;#39;t want lots of friends, just a few that aren&amp;#39;t related to me. But I don&amp;#39;t even have that.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/8477674613136082738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/8477674613136082738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html?showComment=1261683155378#c8477674613136082738' title=''/><author><name>Bright Circle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411792426837068865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeIQSCylN84/SyZdY_rVotI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6Sx7RRGfnEs/S220/cold+blue+shoot+(8).JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-1527323183214983591' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/posts/default/1527323183214983591' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2068578827'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-2400195386948803034</id><published>2009-12-24T09:21:50.211-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:21:50.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have contemplated this one a bit -especially as ...</title><content type='html'>I have contemplated this one a bit -especially as a Mom. I remember feeling weird for a long time because I wasn&amp;#39;t into the whole Playgroup/Mom group thing and I felt kind of isolated. But it kind of hit me that I do have a few good friends. Geography is an issue in many cases. (I wish teleporters would be invented) What is kind of nice is that my &amp;quot;Mom&amp;quot; friends and I don&amp;#39;t have everything in common and it kind of helps in a way to view certain things from different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I get kind of shy around a lot of people and keep them at a distance when it comes to the whole friendship thing. I spend my time thinking that everyone must think I am weird or something. Of course it doesn&amp;#39;t help that I live somewhere where people have nannies and send their children to mandarin chinese lessons because their kid needs to have the cutting edge and I am a little more laid back. For a long time I hated going to the playground because it seemed populated by nothing but tall blonde women with giant coffee drinks and their iphones. Ignoring their children and talking schools. So yeah... I wanted to find my tribe of the slightly messy short brunette Moms who were kind of crunchy but sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for rambling.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/2400195386948803034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/2400195386948803034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html?showComment=1261675310211#c2400195386948803034' title=''/><author><name>Genevieve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02137817192028419051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-1527323183214983591' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/posts/default/1527323183214983591' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-948263425'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-4041248175488907291</id><published>2009-12-23T17:23:46.061-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:23:46.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;m so glad you talked about friendship in thi...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m so glad you talked about friendship in this post.  It&amp;#39;s been on my mind too.  In my former town (your lovely PT) I had many friends of all different levels of intimacies.  Here I have far, far fewer &amp;quot;not-so-close&amp;quot; friends.  And I&amp;#39;m really fine with that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes I think I will suddenly find myself &amp;quot;with my pants down&amp;quot; (not literally), you know, realizing I&amp;#39;ve *screwed up* in some way and I SHOULD have more friends than I do!  And I&amp;#39;ll only have my smug, hermity, whatever self to blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to work quickly and tirelessly to push my acquaintances from the level they&amp;#39;re at up past the best friend forever level. I view every disagreement as a possible setback and wonder if I&amp;#39;m ascending or descending on their graph, when in all likelihood, none of them have any kind of graph in their brain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually known many, many young women who report this trait.  I do not think you are alone in this.  I have been friends with many women who do this and it&amp;#39;s hard for me, because they are so quick to worry over small things as being large things and it causes them a lot of suffering and sometimes resentments and hurt that are needless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know...  I think there are many older women who do this too - who seek a fast(er) intimacy and are easily threatened - into fight or flight - by a disagreement or vibe or difficulty, however minor.  I think with older women though I am usually kind of intimidated by them and assume they have some &amp;quot;wisdom&amp;quot; that means their behaviors mean something more elevated and complex than the same behaviors in younger women.  But the more I myself age the more this seems untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind too: there is no &amp;quot;set&amp;quot; or perfect number of friends and types of relationships.  Women who are private, hermitty, or shy often feel either implicitly or explicitly &amp;quot;othered&amp;quot; because they don&amp;#39;t find everything a big social party, which is a damn shame, because we don&amp;#39;t punish men who share those traits.  At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read Rachel Simmons&amp;#39; book &lt;i&gt;The Curse of the Good Girl&lt;/i&gt;?  Ostensibly about girls and girl relationships, but when I read it earlier this year it kind of BLEW MY MIND, in thinking about my friendships and the friendships girls / women seem to form, feel pressured to maintain, and continue despite difficulties.  I&amp;#39;d love to hear what (either of you) think about the book.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/4041248175488907291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/4041248175488907291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html?showComment=1261617826061#c4041248175488907291' title=''/><author><name>Kelly Hogaboom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08183686721305419157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://kelly.hogaboom.org/images/bloggerphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-1527323183214983591' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/posts/default/1527323183214983591' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1060573678'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-5195243243360031784</id><published>2009-12-23T16:53:05.970-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:53:05.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, we should shop and have a pity party. I f...</title><content type='html'>So yeah, we should shop and have a pity party. I feel much the same way about friends. I&amp;#39;ve found that I make friends, but as soon as any conflict or disagreement arises, we just stop talking. It turns out that our connections are flimsy, our bond isn&amp;#39;t strong enough to withstand even a minor disagreement. Without a workplace, school, or community to keep us in contact, we simply never talk again, even after the most minor of disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m torn on the issue of friends. I have in me a pretty lengthy spiel about the selfishness, independence and &amp;quot;privacy&amp;quot; (a.k.a. isolation) that permeates our culture and how all that inhibits meaningful connections between adults, and indeed, community in general. But every time I stand up to make my speech, I stop. I think it might just be me. I am contentious, difficult, sensitive, and sometimes needy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know if my argument is valid, but I don&amp;#39;t really have the self-confidence to make it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Let&amp;#39;s go to Ikea.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/5195243243360031784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/1527323183214983591/comments/default/5195243243360031784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html?showComment=1261615985970#c5195243243360031784' title=''/><author><name>JJ Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03851060397493041024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13857614817960168482'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nq9TJSwtvpM/SyrfxHXf7vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Rc5k0lJJdx0/S220/IMG_8761_2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bytheseatofourpants.com/2009/12/friends-walk-together-pop-and-lock.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579823381242998338.post-1527323183214983591' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579823381242998338/posts/default/1527323183214983591' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1123366358'/></entry></feed>
