millie wrote:
i have more social anxiety around women...and yet I am one.
I find the unspoken subtleties of female group dynamics beyond me and I perceive that realm as shark territory to be avoided wherever possible.
That's a factor that I glossed over in my mind but didn't even mention in my answer (since I was so busy going off on a tangent as usual). But it's a huge one. At this stage in my life, not living in dorms or working in an office, I'm not even really exposed to much of that female group stuff. I see the groups of women when I go to pick up my kids from school, and they're the same women I've been seeing for six years, so I'm probably supposed to be one of them. I made an attempt back when our kids were starting kindergarten, but that petered out immediately. Now, I have to admit, I kind of see them the same way I see flocks of seagulls on the beach.
Actually, I remember joining in once, back when that group was fairly new, and I hadn't yet established my identity as the weirdo who stands off in the shadows. Everyone was talking about how hard it is to find jeans that fit well. One complained that her waist was too small compared to her hips (which is kind of a non-complaint, because that describes a very feminine figure), and one complained that her legs were too long (oh tragedy). They all were like, "Oh, me too! Oh, girl, I know exactly what you mean! It's so true!" Well, what I heard was people complaining about jeans that don't fit, and not disguised brags about their body types. So, since I was sitting right there, I said that I solve my jeans-fitting problem by wearing men's jeans, because I have no waist at all (a very unfeminine figure type). That went down like an iron dirigible. It was clear that I had broken some rule, but it wasn't until just now that I realize what it was.