tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post5076316087930942381..comments2023-10-31T05:56:45.788-07:00Comments on LutheranChik's "L" Word Diary: Mean GirlsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-72658181977603313312008-07-22T12:12:00.000-07:002008-07-22T12:12:00.000-07:00If you're "unable" to attend personally, why not s...If you're "unable" to attend personally, why not send along your best friend instead - you know, the bloke who ate with tax collectors, hookers, assorted sinners and smelly fishermen? Wonder what Madame would make of Him?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-72124810553321418182008-07-22T11:58:00.000-07:002008-07-22T11:58:00.000-07:00Yup. Needless to say, we are not attending this li...Yup. Needless to say, we are not attending this little soiree of the chosen.LutheranChikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02685566332651377907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-71671229253685723372008-07-22T10:32:00.000-07:002008-07-22T10:32:00.000-07:00Holy Crap! What a bitch!But that actually does go...Holy Crap! What a bitch!<BR/><BR/>But that actually does go on. My brother-in-law is a lawyer and partner with a big city firm and what I hear is that others in the office look down their noses at him because his father was blue collar and because he didn't marry a lawyer.<BR/><BR/>Then I've also heard of a family that stopped coming to our church (this is a few decades ago) because the ushers (one of whom was the mayor) laughed at them behind their backs because they didn't have very nice clothes to wear to church.<BR/><BR/>I don't know about you but if I got an invitation like the one you received and her reason for vetting prospective guests would make that acquaintance one that I wouldn't be very acquainted with anymore.Tom in Ontariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12154434042794825551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-61965675387195848852008-07-21T10:03:00.000-07:002008-07-21T10:03:00.000-07:00I'm sure, looking back, that I was an outsider gro...I'm sure, looking back, that I was an outsider growing up, but I was so out of it that I didn't know the difference. Pretty sad, huh? I really do think that I have a disability of putting names and faces together, so it has always been hard for me to socialize in a group. These days I'm comfortable unless I'm tired, and I've learned some compensation skills that help only a little.LoieJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01977264499770654307noreply@blogger.com