Hot and Bold
So I’m walking down the hall, enjoying my coffee, and reflecting on what I’d reply were someone to ask what my preferences in a cup of joe were.
“Hot and bold” was my response to this hypothetical query, to which I was immediately compelled to add “…just like I like my ladies”.
This crassness isn’t my fault. I am, after all, a product of the “that’s what she said” era. I’m conditioned to it.
Realizing right away that I couldn’t actually say that or I’d look like a reprehensible, post-frat man-boy, I automatically insulated myself from this accusation by encasing my joke in a level of irony.
The resultant quip would therefore be “I like my coffee hot and bold… insert ‘just like I like my ladies’ joke here”.
Two thoughts:
1. It’s interesting to observe how our brains work in light of cultural norms and different levels of conditioning.
2. I’m alarmed at the number of hypothetical dialogues in my head.
