OK, I realize my moving away was a bombshell, and I get it. You have regrets and don’t want me to leave. Yes it’s very far away, but it’s a great job. I’ve never been there, and I’m going for some adventure, a change of scenery. It’s not my fault that you never told me how you feel, and it doesn’t make things easier that you are trying to guilt me into staying. It just makes me not want to see you. For the record, just because you left for certain reasons before, does not mean that I am the same person as you. I’m not leaving because I can’t stand myself or other people. I’m leaving because I was presented with an opportunity that not a lot of people get, I’m single with no kids… Why not experience life before I meet my prince charming and am not able to anymore?
Oh and for the record, you trying to kiss me just made me angry, especially when I told you to stop and you insisted on it. —Leaving on a Jet Plane
This article appears in Dec 20-26, 2012.


Fly my friend, now, while you can!
Don’t look back, OP.
Don’t look back and cut all ties. Guy sounds like a total creep.
You don’t know me but,I’ll go with you just to get away from Hellifax and other “stuff”. 🙁
This is a “Fuck you Dexter, Alberta looks good” note isn’t it?
Sounds like she was saying half of it to herself. ya the guy is probably a “creep”. OP you probably didn’t have the guts to dump him and kept him tagging you thinking there was a good chance he could hold onto you. No excuse for demanding a kiss, but you could have brought someone else with you on the depart
My instincts see a rolling shit ball situation that is somehow been continued.
Sounds like that kiss sealed his fate.
OP “Oh and for the record, you trying to kiss me just made me angry, especially when I told you to stop and you insisted on it.”
For your safety I’m glad your moving away from him.Forcing himself on you (even a kiss)is sexual assault.Just a kiss would eventually lead to violent sexual assault.
Good luck on your travels.I hope you meet the man of your dreams.
Men,you can’t kill em;you can’t put em in a sack…..Eh Eh Eh..
good decision! enjoy your life, grab it and make some memories.
Well, OB, if this guy had such feelings for you he should’ve TOLD YOU way before this. This is own fault.
Congrats on your new job and new opportunities! Best of luck to you!
PK Is right.If he honestly had feelings for you and was upfront in telling you his feelings;not in any culvert manner for whatever reason. You both could be living happily ever after.
If he was upfront and honest to you about his feelings,I really don’t think the relationship would have lasted.His abuse towards you would’ve gotten worse.
I do empathize with you.I know how much it hurts especially if you still care for your guy.
Well. If he didn’t give enough of a shit to be upfront long before this, than forget him.
It can be incredibly hard to put yourself out there, but damn, you snooze, you lose.
And it’s WHOLLY unfair to bring shit up like that at a time like he did. If he really cared about you, he’d be happy for you and not trying to be self serving.
People who have feelings and care about someone want to see that person happy. If that means moving on and letting them live out their lives, well so be it.
Sounds like he’s a selfish piece of shit (by forcing himself on you — even if it’s ‘only’ a kiss) and OB deserves much MUCH better.
Follow your path. He has his own. It doesn’t sound like they meet…anywhere!
Good luck and have fun!
You are super excited about starting a new chapter in your life and he comes along to shit all over it. What a douche for trying to make you feel guilty about leaving… Sounds like he may be a tad jealous about your success and opportunities. Go chase your dreams and leave the past where it belongs…Behind you 🙂
Good for you. Don’t ever pass up a job opportunity for a guy, especially this guy. You’ll find someone sooo much better than him out there.
I agree with NurseHezz there is ALWAYS some ex or family member who are passive aggressive who feel insecure in themselves(for unknown reasons)and aren’t happy with their own life so they have to make everyone around them miserable.
I know I’m being overly nosey, but which set of lips was he trying to kiss?
As gentlerain said on the love side of this public (and soon to be international) fiasco,
This obviously ain’t gonna work.
Run, bolt as fast as you can and get all ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’.
I wonder what a snake wrangler job would net you out in oz?
THE PROBLEM OF OTHER MINDS
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” (Leaving on a jet plane)
This, of course, raises the old philosophical problem of the knowledge of other minds. Two factors are involved: (1) The nature of the knower’s knowledge and (2) The content of the known’s mind, what that other mind happens to be thinking. Obviously, the two factors are closely related and often difficult to isolate.
(1) The nature of the knower’s knowledge is, by definition, ambiguous. It is not factual empirical knowledge like that we have, for example, with the knowledge we have about photosynthesis, the knowledge of plant nutrition. Such knowledge is acquired through scientific observation and experiment. However, it is precisely the absence of such scientific observation and experiment which precludes us from having such factual, empirical knowledge in respect to other minds. Why is this so?
The knowledge we have of other minds is acquired not by direct and unambiguous observation but rather by inference. In other words, we rely on linguistic usage, the tone of the communication, facial expression where possible and so on, of the other mind and such inferential reasoning is open to doubt and even possible refutation as was the case with “Leaving on a jet plane’s” boyfriend. His inferential process failed him. He did not know that she was, um, leaving on a jet plane.
(2) The content of the known’s mind, as viewed from the perspective of the knower, is therefore by its nature elusive. But more than this, the knower is not even sure if the known has a mind at all.
Take the Turing Test, named after the inventor of the computer, Alan Turing. The Turing Test involves several computers manned by living human beings who would direct questions at another computer “manned” only by a software program. The threshold of the Turing Test requires that at least 30% of those manning the various computers believe that they are communicating with another mind, another human being. Unlike the chess software program “Deep Blue” which defeated the international chess champion Boris Spatsky – Deep Blue declined a re-match challenge from Spatsky – which everyone knew was a software program, with the later program “Eliza” it was different. In responding to the group’s questions Eliza nearly but not quite, passed the Turing Test. But that was long ago. Given the sophistication of software programming since that time the question, in the present case – whether the boyfriend knew that “Leaving on a jet plane” had a mind at all – remains open.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Eliza
SOBova, The Countess and myself are about to begin our usual Christmas Eve festivities which will feature guest appearances by Alistair Sim, various President’s Choice delicacies, some fine Garrison Brewery products and a late night walk around our neighborhood to check out the lights.
Whatever you conceive this time of year to be, we wish all of the Bitchers a Merry Christmas.
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A very happy holiday to all, fellow bitchers, hope 2013 brings good things – tomorrow is turkey and sweat pants day for the TTFN family & friends to be gathered here at Hillbilly Hollow while the local drunkermen sing outside: ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Beer’. Good times.
love youse guys, i am looking forward to 2013, happy christmas to all http://i.imgur.com/6uYoX.jpg
various PC pastry delights on the menu here too, a glass or two of white. guest appearance by sigourney weaver and fang-ed friend and mid-evening stroll on the back deck whilst the pups water the shrubbery and bay at the raccoons trying to get at the turkey in the shed.
it is a lovely crisp night for those of us fortunate enough to have homes.
my christmas wish is for tied-out doggies to be invited into their homes for a bit of warmth and companionship.
merry christmas and may the coming year be famed for it’s happy memories
Molly & the Noofer
Merry Christmas to all of my Bitch/Love friends.
Would love to meet up with you at a future Summit, Molly – hope you’ll be part of it in 2013.
You too, Boru, have a great holiday, kid.
Merry Christmas my LTWWB peeps! Xoxo!
Merry Christmas to you and yours as well NurseHezz.I hope the Fat Man is good to you.
Beer and chicken fingers.At least I am lucky enough to have that.I also have a roof over my head,my bills paid and friends.I’m a lucky woman. I owe someone thanks.XXOO
OB: “Why not experience life before I meet my prince charming and am not able to anymore?”
Your ‘prince charming’ doesn’t exist…but the guy you choose should want to experience life with you and go on adventures with you, not prevent you from going.
Children, however, are a different story…
Merry Crackstash
Best Christmas ever. My Bro-in-Law gave me a lamp that could easily double as a “Major Award” (it features a mortar shell rather than a human appendage) and beloved SOBova presented me with the Limited Edition Collectible Hallmark Ornament that launched a galaxy’s worth of slash fiction:
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best turkey ever, thanks big brudder. thanks for the nerdy star trek gift too, you know me so well
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RAWK! – The lamb was delectable. SOBova & I gave each other a lot of beer this year. Everything from blond Belgian ale to Sapporo. Even a couple of bottles of Scrumpy.
*glug*
i’m always amazed when i see people buying coors and other crap. we can get *beers from around the world* plus the local micro stuff is awesome
Scrumpy is good, in moderation!
THE PROBLEM OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF OTHER MINDS (II): THE NATURE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Leaving on a Jet Plane
Listening to a BBC broadcast from Stockholm this morning featuring an interview with three 2012 Nobel laureates in science, the interviewer demanded to know whether there was anything in science which was as yet unknown, something along the lines of Donald Rumsfeld’s “known unknowns.” The science laureate slowly told her that receiving the Nobel did not mean that he knew the answer to everything but that yes, there was something science had yet to discover and that was the nature of consciousness. I could have added that this was true but also that science will never discover it because science deals in things, in objects, and natural processes but consciousness is not an object, not a thing. It is a process but not a natural process as known through the empirical methods of science. Though MRIs science might detect neurological activity in the upper cortex this merely indicates the presence of consciousness, not consciousness itself. In other words, consciousness and the objects of scientific exploration reside at different ontological levels. So how does this relate to the bitch, “You don’t know what I’m thinking?”
Thinking presupposes possession of some concept of consciousness as a necessary but not sufficient condition. Conscious must be present in order for thinking to take place but such thinking and consciousness are not identical. Thinking is a particular manifestation of consciousness. It is an activity, a process which is focused and purposeful, not simply a state of passively registering the incoming data of the senses. But can some specification of thinking be given, particularly in the case of the knowledge of other minds? I believe it can.
In thinking, of acquiring knowledge of other minds, we rely on a number of background clues or particulars which are tacit, subsidiary and background but which serve as the “launching pad” of conscious thought, i.e., thinking, which is directed, focal and vectorial. Thinking, in other words, is a “from-to” process. “Leaving on a Jet Plane’s” boyfriend integrates the clues that point to her thinking by relying subsidiarily on the clues she gives by word, inflection, expression and so on. That is the “from-pole” of his thinking which he then directs to her thinking, the “to-pole,” the object of his thinking. However, while her thinking is the object of his explicit awareness, such awareness always has its roots in those tacit particulars which he has integrated for that purpose. A wholly explicit activity, one possessing no tacit roots, of thinking is incoherent.
But “Leaving on a Jet Plane” is right. Her boyfriend may not be able to correctly identify a specific item of her thought, i.e., that she will be leaving on a jet plane. He has may be mistaken since he has only knowledge of the general configuration of her thinking, not the specific items which constitute it at a specific time. Nonetheless, he has engaged in thinking, that purposeful integration of particulars bearing upon the object of his thought, that is, “Leaving on a Jet Plane’s” thought. He has acquired a knowledge of another’s mind, a knowledge which is always tentative and provisional and subject to correction but knowledge nonetheless.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
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THE PROBLEM OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF OTHER MINDS (III): AN ACADEMIC’S KNOWLEDGE OF THE BITCHERS’ MINDS
“Shut Up Buttdumpling!” Microwaved HampzZzter (aka “The Dribbler”) 12/26, 4:22PM
What knowledge, if any, do academics have of the minds of those on Bitch? In the latest issue of the Philosophy of Education Society of Great Britain’s Newsletter (December 12, 2012) Christopher Martin has written “Philosophy of education and social media,” a short essay on the relevance of social media to the academic community in general and, by extension, the minds of those participating in such social media of which Bitch, of course, is one. What does Christopher have to say?
Knowing that academics generally scorn the minds of those on social media – and rightly so in some cases (see “The Dribbler” above) – Christopher starts out saying, “Okay, before you start jumping all over the idea of ‘social media’ on conceptual grounds, just hear me out.” What Christopher wants to do is to take social media seriously, to see how, as an intellectual community, what it has to offer by way of “contributing to our discourse on education policy and practice.” He doesn’t want to offer a grand vision of that discourse but rather to offer “some general points that I hope are of use to others.” Okay, so what are those points?
His first point is that “Marshall McLuhan was right.” What does Christopher mean? He means that McLuhan’s insight – “The Medium is the Message” is embodied in “electronic media (which) would externally manifest the internal properties of a mind as he saw it.” Relating Christopher’s insight to Bitch, one can see that it indeed externally manifests the internal properties of a “mind” like “The Dribbler’s”. The Dribbler, of course, has no mind and is unable to contribute to our discourse on educational policy and practice but this is not unusual on Bitch.
Christopher’s second point is to note that the participants
on social media “have no attention span.” This is clearly the case with Bitch generally and with “The Dribbler” in particular. However, he says that philosophers of education should not “dumb down or pander”. Rather they should “communicate in an effective manner” as, you will agree, I am doing now.
His third point is equally obvious, that is that “Social media are public”. The lesson, in spite of the mindless remarks like that of “The Dribbler,” is that philosophers should not be angry. “Be casual. Have a playful tone. Do not rant.” There you go. His fourth point, that “Social media are networked” is obvious again, otherwise how would the mindless “The Dribbler” have popped up on Montrealman’s commentaries?
Finally, in good essay form, Christopher returns to his initial point in respect to McLuhan, that is that “Social media are the message,” meaning that is not the substance of the message which is usually empty of cognitive content – see “The Dribbler’s” comment above once again – but rather the fact that it is in the form of a brief comment, in the present case a comment on a Bitch. In other words, it is form rather than substance which is paramount, a fact which “The Dribbler’s” mindless comment has clearly demonstrated.
So Christopher has laid out the rough guidelines for philosophers of education commenting on Bitch, a feat which I for one am extremely grateful.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
ivan! http://halifax.kijiji.ca/c-buy-and-sell-ho…
OMFG! – If only I’d seen this before Christmas, I wouldn’t have bought SOBova the Keurig.^^^
Oh, Well – maybe next year. Thanks GDM
off topic, but happy new years everyone!
Happy New Year to everyone. 🙂
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In 2005, I left my hometown and went to Israel to work for a year. Best thing I ever did. Do it when the opportunity presents, you won’t regret it.
CUNT!
Why for did Sunshinenroses get three dislikes? Meaty!! Was that you?!
‘YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M THINKING’?? Are you serious. I am thinking this bitch line needs new editors. The same lousy bitches for over a week. Get with it bitch editors; we need new stuff. This is getting boring… 🙁
LTWWB – another casualty of Idle No More.
*Just joshin’ Lindsay, >; )*
oh gawd, the apocalypse is nigh, i agree with wogdog
One word – Ditch. He sounds like an agressive asshole & control freak who only wants things to end on his terms. Women are always too quick to sacrifise their careers for kids, a guy, etc. Boogie on and don’t look back!
It otay GDM. A couple of times a year SOBova finds herself agreeing with me. She’s got the number of a real ace cult-deprogrammer (done a lot of work with ex-moonies and Amway sellers) on her rolodex. I can forward it, if you like. ^^^
hey ivan, i cleared out my neurons with a good wash of icy salt water. and treated the citizens of prospect to my bedimpled nudie-bum self flinging icicle laden clothing around the road. the pup and i did an impromptu polar bear swim on our noon walkies. this is the reason i always have so many changes of clothes in the back of the ‘fe. not my fault this time though, he went in first and i had to go in after him. who knew it could be so friggin deep.
…and you’re vertically challenged^^
poor pup was hanging onto the lip of ice with his front paws, but couldn’t reach bottom so he had no traction. the pic i posted on twitter was seconds before he went in. i guess that teardrop shaped spot was the weak ice. i was up on the rocks like a fool taking pics of the pretty water. so i had to thunder down and shimmy across the ice to grab his collar. i kind of levitated when i broke thru.
Yup, how dare someone who provides this free service to us not log in on their holiday time with their family to post what I can only assume is going to be an onslaught of entitled ‘I only got a white ipad2… I wanted a black one… my stupid parents” bitches and ‘why else my family sucks and can’t get along’ style complaining. I just hope the bird only posts a few a day instead of hitting us with 35 new bitches next Monday. There’s no way we’ll get to them all if we’re buried in 5 pages of ’em.
Shame the drought wasn’t long enough for woggy to just fuck off an die altogether though.
Molly Maguire, you were a SAR Tech in an alternate universe, methinks. And THAT is a very big compliment in the Ivaniverse:
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Also, What Zed said.
well, i suppose if i didn’t weigh 1/2 ton i would have been able to keep myself dry and not created an icy tsunami across prospect. speaking of prospect, why didn’t a certain someone who lives out thataway come roaring over with brandy for me when i was cavorting in my nekkidness. maybe she was removing the awful sight with javex to the corneas.
GDM I’m glad that you and your dog are ok.
thanks boru! i always keep the dogs in sight. molly fell into a water filled hole head first once and couldn’t get enough traction to get out. all muddy and slippery. i had to pull her royal chunkiness out by the back legs. we love that area, but it has it’s dangers.
hampster jZZZZZZZ Kiss my red and rosy one ok?
Yes Coast moderator don’t hit us with an onslaught of bitches Monday. Then again maybe everybody had a great Christmas, got what they wanted and were very merry. Nobody submitted a bitch.
Kudos to Molly for her brave dog-saving efforts. Makes my day. Glad both human and canine are okay.
heard on twitter that some moron went to hockey game and left dog in the car in this temperature. ctr refused to announce it on air. i asked her to sent a bitch in. they’ll do headlights left on but not a dog left in a metal box at 15 below?
hey tf, no bravery on my part, i am menopausal, it was refreshing.
maybe i watched one too many rambo movies past week. the last one, the burma karen rebels one, just topped me off. whether it’s people using cats for target practise, setting them on fire, chaining up dogs in the back yard, skinning them alive, bayoneting babies, gang rapes of women, making people run thru rice paddies peppered with mines, abducting people to be used as sex slaves or just shoving others aside to get first on the f’ing bus. human race is too flawed to make it. sistine chapel doesn’t balance all the crap. there must be a huge percentage of humans who do not engage in everyday cruelty but……they do not stop it or even speak up. at best you hear ‘someone should do something about that’. yeah ok.
so, back to tf, no i am not brave. if i were, i would be out there shooting people.
Sure, no-one submit a bitch over a major, and usually confrontational holiday…
I don’t know where you bought those rose-coloured glasses but they are certainly genuine.
You know me nuked hampster, just high on life.
Molly you, myself and Donk should storm the Bastille!!
^^ and i do see the irony in avowed pacifists wanting to shoot at will. i’m ok with that.
You’re an avowed Pacifist? I’m more a fan of the Atlantic Ocean myself.
Lol trood. I’ll drive y’all to the Bastille and cheer as you storm. I see myself more as a get away driver.
“I’m more a fan of the Atlantic Ocean myself” heh heh heh
^^ yah donk, he is just so, so troodonish. luv him.
seriously though, i prefer the atlantic to the pacific. it has better ions or something.