Sweets and Girl Talk

Women are sphinxes without secrets - Oscar Wilde

Another windy day and the girls escaped from The Offasty for a brisk walk and a stop for milky Chai and 3 sweets, each one split three ways. S got key lime pie covered in thick whipped cream, A got the Aloha (thick chocolate goodie filled with coconut) and I opted for the éclair. We divided and conquered. What a little plate of heaven. As the minutes ticked by, the conversation drifted from human behavior to boys, to Sex and the City and back to boys again. It was like that episode where Miranda gets mad at the girls because they only talk about men and their lives seem to revolve around their partners. "Don't we have anything else to talk about?" she fumes. It would seem…not so much.

"And do they talk about us? Angst about us? Wonder what it means when we do some little thing?"

"No, most definitely not."

"So do we angst and suffer and mull over all these things just for our own entertainment and enjoyment?"

What a thought. Do we make up problems and issues and disturbances just to pass the time? Like that episode where Carrie makes up this whole drama with Aidan just cause she does not know how to deal with placid relationship seas. After all, a break of sweets and girl talk (involving boys) is pretty close to heaven in my book.


After much discussion, we came back around to the first episode of Season 4 when Carrie has the crappy birthday where no one comes to her dinner, she drops her cake and feels generally unloved, alone and OLD. Then the girls meet at the coffee shop and uptight-totally-man-dependent-little-Charlotte says, "Why can't we be each other's true loves?" And then Carrie meets up with Big and is not her normal psycho bitch, super-needy persona 'cause she already has 3 soul mates nailed down and men can just be that entertaining distraction that they are so darned skilled at being.

Women can discover everything except the obvious. - Oscar Wilde

DBC17, August 2005, Dizzy Dames 101


Step-by-step instructions how to transform yourself into one of the fabulous dizzy dames that we see so often in films. You don't have to be a beauty queen, just have an affinity for knitting, fast talking and stick in the mud men in glasses. Viva la dizzy dame! With a montage of our fav dizzy dames to The Go Gos, "Can't Stop the World." 76 MB, 7:8 RT


I wonder what good ol'Oscar Wilde has to say about all this? He joined us for sweets-n-girl talk and had this to offer up:

American women are pretty and charming: little oases of elegant unreasonableness in a vast desert of practical common sense.

All women become like their mothers, that is their tragedy; no man does, that is his.

Women are meant to be loved, not understood.

If a woman wants to hold a man, she has merely to appeal to the worst in him.

If you really want to know what a woman means, which is dangerous, always look at her but never listen.

For fascinating women, sex is a challenge; for others, it is merely a defense.

Women give to men the very gold of their lives; but they always want it back in small change.

I like men who have a future, and women who have a past.

If a man is a gentleman he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is likely to be bad for him.

Men become old, they never become good.

The world was made for men and not for women.

I sometimes think that God, in creating man, rather overestimated His ability.

A man can be happy with any woman, so long as he does not love her.

The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married.

The husbands of very beautiful women usually belong to the criminal classes.

London if full of women who trust their husbands; one can always recognize them because they look so thoroughly happy.

Twenty years of romance makes a woman look like a ruin; twenty years of marriage makes her look like a public building.

The only real tragedy in a woman's life is that her past is always her lover, and the future is invariably her husband.

In married life, three is company, two is none.

The proper basis for a marriage is mutual misunderstanding.

When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband; when a man marries again; it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck, men risk theirs.

Men marry because they are tired, women because they are curious; both are disappointed.


- OSCAR WILDE 1854-1900