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Google, Sex, and Me

Now that I have your attention, …

One of the things I find interesting is that the searches bringing people to this blog seem to be tad different than the ones reported by bloggers of the female persuasion. Blogger after female blogger reports that their blog is being found by numerous sex related searches. That certainly isn’t happening here and I feel really left out and undesirable. This blog is like the shy girl with a crush at the middle school dance as far as Google goes. All that desperate desire for attention, but Google only has eyes for others.

For your amusement, here are the top 10 search terms that have caused Google to deposit people here:

  1. grammar rap
  2. “russian woman” “she bit”
  3. 1936a811f775436384fe7b5e0582814f38e…
  4. blood test mpg
  5. broke my brother out of hospital
  6. dentist allergic to color
  7. dentists for dental avoiders
  8. don’t panic eau de toilette men
  9. favorite winter memories
  10. finger turns black and blue from finger prick

Grammar rap is an obvious fit for my post extolling the joys of sistersalad and their wonderful “Yo Comments Are Whack!” video. Blood test mpg is clearly a hit for my diabetes post. I can even see some relevance in several other of the terms. But where does the string of hexadecimal digits came from and why am I a match? I figure it must be a search from a double-byte language set, maybe Chinese? Whatever it is, it seems to be popular. Maybe that is where all my sex queries went. (That’s it, I have a horde of hot blooded Chinese women performing secret sex acts via my blog. I’m down with that!)

And how about “don’t panic eau de toilette men”? I can see how it might drop some poor schmuck or schmuckette into my Five Things I Know But My Dog Doesn’t Know I Know post, but I suspect that Google left its followers deeply unsatisfied and in need of the extra kick of eau de toilette when it happened. And I have to ask, why would one panic about men and eau de toilette? Do all men really smell that bad? Have we all joined Molly in drinking at the porcelain goddess’ fount? Inquiring minds want to know.

So I continue on, deeply disappointed that the lowlifes of the world aren’t looking for and finding my blog via Google. I want the unfettered joy of being able to write humorous posts on the spur of the moment about the odd contortions necessary to achieve a chosen search term. Besides, I can use all the readers I can get! {*grin*}

Is sarcasm a sex-linked trait?

The question that occurs to my twisted mind is simple – is sarcasm and a tendency to be sarcastic related to the sex of the group involved? There are clearly other factors involved such as size of the group, etc., but let’s restrict ourselves to groups of less than 20 people here. This question comes to mind based on my own observations. 

The first observation is that when I am with a group of guys, sarcasm is both prevalent and well accepted. If the group gets large enough, sarcasm is still accepted, but is more and more subject to misinterpretation.
The second observation is the continuing contention on the part of my lovely spouse (of the female persuation) that sarcasm is both unpleasant and never an appropriate response.  This seems to be a response shared by most females in mixed groups.
Finally, I have no direct experience of the all female group dynamics, but my informants tell me that sarcasm is not held in high esteem there either.  Thus it would look a lot like the sitation is

Sarcasm OK Sarcasm Iffy Sarcasm No
All Male Group X
All Female Group X
Mixed Group X

Since I am by nature and temperment a sarcastic person, I have had to work hard to overcome my natural tendencies. One of the things I have learned in my years of dealing with the press and the public is that sarcasm does not work well in public bodies  In fact a sarcastic “You bet!” can be taken by the press or a public audience as a serious reply, usually with disasterous consequences.  For example, if asked “Do you support requiring all people to drive blindfolded?” and you answer with the obvious sarcastic “You bet!”, you can be assured that the headline in the next days paper is “Mayor Supports Blindfolded Driving“.  (In fact, you can be sure that not only a headline in 24 point bold screams across the masthead, but that an editorial will appear on the op-ed pages decrying what an insane idiot the mayor is. Ask me how I know.)
I guess that leaves me with only one place to be my standard sarcastic self – in small groups of my male friends.  Oh well.  I might manage to train myself to hold it in with other groups before I die.
Comments? (And can someone enlighten me of a method of creating tables in the Blogger interface without hand coding them?  Preferably built into the Blogger interface. Thanks.)