Women are from Mars, too

We misunderstand each other with imprecise language

A singer I knew years ago sent me her new CD cover and asked what I thought.

Photo: Mohammad Faruque

I said, “I liked the (previous CD) cover a lot more.

She wrote back, “Oh, yeah, I was pregnant with Sonny, and my tits were huge!

Ironically, I’m not into women's breasts in particular, I was referring to the expression on her face. Maybe I should have said, so. Why, though, did she go there?

Complicated, I think. Her self-image, or her conditioning as a woman with large breasts? Maybe. Her opinion of me? No, because she didn’t know me at all.

Making intent more explicit is something I need to work on.

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