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Nurse Jones: The List part 18
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From: [email protected] (Michael Raymond Feely)
Subject: REPOST: The List 18
Date: 25 Nov 91 09:45:47 GMT
Lines: 103
Archive-Name: nj.list.18
Reply-To: [email protected]
>From Nurse Jones,
I have a serious question for STella, Roo, Lothie, Amelia,
and all interested parties, especially female.
There is this other nurse on our floor that is a "type" of
person. I know, I should talk, especially to this bunch of, shall
we say, hard-line liberals, about labeling people, but this is a
legitimate question. There IS a type of woman that is a man's
woman. I'll call this one "Scarlett." She doesn't even notice
other women; it's like we were furniture or something. If she's
talking to you, you get the feeling she's looking over your
shoulder in case something male, especially a doctor, comes out
of the elevator. If it does she's gone like a shot. Scarlett is
attractive, and they usually are. She treats me with a certain
amount of respect, bacsically by acknowledging my presence, but
that's ONLY because she percieves me as potential competition,
not because she wants to communicate.
There are women on the floor that are fantastic people, but
not physically up to her standards, and she ignores them.
There's a young candystriper who uses her head only to keep
her ears apart, and she's worthy of Scarlett's notice because
she's attractive.
This is behaviour I see in men, even expect, but it's not
common in a woman. I don't think she (Scarlett) is aware of it,
even. I think _she_ thinks she's perfectly normal, but she's like
a different species to me. I can't communicate with her any more
than I can with a hyperbaptist.
Do you know the kind I mean? Men seem to find her
attractive, and I don't think they percieve her as odd because
they never see the side of her that women do. She doesn't go out
with other women, shopping, for lunch, anything. It's like she
has two mental states, two modes: being around men, and waiting.
It's like she has drifted off somewhere and her only contact is
with men. She stopped being complete, somehow, and became just
part of a person, magnified all out of proportion.
My first week on the floor, I thought she was just desperate
to marry a doctor. "There goes the good time that was had by
all," I thought. But no, she doesn't really seem to sleep around,
I don't think. I could be naive, but I don't think so. She is
just drifted off into a totally man-oriented existence.
And then I realized that I am talking almost exclusively to
men after taking a brief census of the e-mail and ASB postings.
Have I drifted off, too? Roo and Amelia have e-mailed me, and I
have a very short group of (7 at the moment) special notes that I
keep in my mailbox (it overflows a lot, but I save ones like
that) from people that I want to write long, proper e-letters to.
When I have something really important to say.
But there is very little feedback about what Jay and I did,
and are doing in The List, and I sometimes wonder if I have
exposed so much of myself that I seem weird like Scarlett seems
to me. Roo, I think it was, commented that I was very courageous
to post that stuff about myself. And that her hair was something
she'd NEVER give up. That made me nervous. Today I got another e-
mail from someone else that said I was very brave to post.
I hadn't communicated with ANY of you when I posted the
first part of The List, and I felt like a kid watching from the
edge of the playground. I could roll my ball out and see if I'd
be invited to play, and if I wasn't I could run away and hide and
it wouldn't matter because I didn't know you.
And now I do know you, a little, but you already know stuff
about me that I would never tell you if I had to do it over now.
It's almost like meeting your gynecologist socially. And I looked
back at the last 3 or 4 parts of Column One (9-12) and I wonder
if I'm weird. Not to mention when Jay shaved my head. I just
realized that the only real feedback I've gotten was from male
ASB'ers who are begging me to go on at all costs, and even they
were noncommital about exactly what turned them on and off. I
seem to be pushing only male buttons.
Like Scarlett.
I guess my question is: was there ANYTHING about The List
that appealed to the women? Or appalled?
And was there anything that turned the men off?
Nurse Jones,
Afraid to look up,
suddenly nervous that she's standing
in the middle of the playground
with her panties around her ankles,
and she's just noticed
it's very quiet.
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