Are you sure you're not making this up?
No, the stories I've heard Tia make up don't go quite like this one.
Uh, weren't we all "ardent drawer[s] of horses"?
O, O, O
Totus floreo
Iam amore equum pingendum totus ardeo
Novus novus novus equus quem pingeo!
A Drawing and Quartering business for horses would be, what, a stable?
Ma tres chere Tia, lorsque tu ais devi
Le malheureux plaint de mes tres chers amis,
Tu ne seras lourde a leurs plaintives prieres;
Non, malgre tout, l'on saura qu'ici, tous soient freres.
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Done without Becherelle. Apologies for conjugation and rhyme-induced sappiness.
or maybe equum pingendi? Shit, Latin is hard.
I remember receiving a crystal-clear explanation about when to use what forms of gerund and gerundives by a guy who had his class translate the sentence "No one thought Puff Daddy would be convicted" into Latin on the final exam, but I've forgotten all of it.
Damn, you guys are really upping the barriers to entry in the comments. I bet when Tia and her friend are reunited, one of them will exclaim: сколько лет, сколько зим!
Así termina
en paz
esta carrera
del vegetal armado
que se llama alcachofa,
luego
escama por escama
desvestimos
la delicia
y comemos
la pacífica pasta
de su corazón verde.
As the Bible tells us, the working class are not drawers of horses but "hewer of wood and drawer of water. (Josh. 9:21). Tia betrays her bourgeois origins here.
When Clapton-formerly-known-as-God said, "A woman's like a dresser, someone's always going through her drawers", he didn't specify "drawers of horses", because it wouldn't fit the meter.
You know what's weird?, I understand BW's comment least of all the foreign language ones (okay, not less than eb's), but I understand best how it relates to my post and what prompted him to post it.
AWB, very few of us were such ardent drawers of horses that we would still be so described in high school, IME, and few of our horse drawing ardors would have burned so brightly in elementary school that it would make total sense to someone who knew us then that that is one of the first descriptors someone who knew us later would use. Also, this Amy is from Southern California, just as she should be.
Young girls and horses
Pervasive cultural bond
What say feminists?
When Clapton-formerly-known-as-God said, "A woman's like a dresser, someone's always going through her drawers", he didn't specify "drawers of horses", because it wouldn't fit the meter.
Of course, Clapton was merely citing the verses of the prophet Robert Johnson.
This one says horses are big and muscular and go between your legs.
Or maybe that they're an intresting symbol both of physical power and its restraint, and are therefore potent to little girls who have confused relationships with their bodies.
Así termina
en paz
esta carrera
del vegetal armado
que se llama alcachofa,
luego
escama por escama
desvestimos
la delicia
y comemos
la pacífica pasta
de su corazón verde.
Umm...
Thus ended
In peace
The career
Of this vegetable armadillo
Who, having captured a llama
On a sled
Undressed himself
By one trick after another
To remember
The deliciously peaceful noodles
Of his green sweetheart.
No, sorry, it's over my head.
"Equorum pingendi" = of the drawing of horses.
"del vegetal armado
que se llama alcachofa,"
of the armed vegetable
called the artichoke
later
scale by scale
we undressed
the delight
and we ate
the tender dough
Of its green heart
I have one friend who echoes Tia in 15 on the girls & horses theory. I have another who claims it was the sense of connection she had with her horse, the extreme sensitivity--how she good make the slightest movement, the tracing of a finger, and the horse would know where she wanted to go. She liked reading her horse's moods, too, knowing when it was frightened, anxious, or happy and free.
I just liked going fast and jumping, I think. The thrill of it.
I used to have a nice, nice-looking, sort of boring friend who had bad luck with women. I suggested that if he had a horse and knew about horses some women would find him more interesting. (At that time I also had about 3 women friends who were obsessed with horses.)
But no, he went and married a woman who was a big admirer of Lorena Bobbitt.
But one is left with the question of why little girls, as opposed to little boys, tend to be so taken with horses, and then one gets to some aspect of psychology particular to gender at its root, at least to explain the preponderance of horse loving girls. It doesn't mean that there's only one way in which horse loving girls are attracted by the horses; there can be lots.
On the first day of a Spanish poetry class in college, the prof wanted to know if any of us had any poetry or song lyrics committed to memory with which to demonstrate a point about scansion in Spanish. Everyone was silent until I raised me hand.
I recited:
Cada vez que estoy contigo
Ya no hay sombra ni peligro
Tiembla suelo, la noche se ilumina
Y el silencio se vuelve melodia
(Every time I'm with you there's no longer shadow or danger. The earth shakes; the sky lights up, and the silence becomes melody.)
Everyone sighed at the lines' beauty. "Quien es?" they asked. "Neruda? Octavio Paz?"
I answered: "Es Enrique Iglesias, 'Experiencia Religiosa.' " Everyone was simultaneously abashed and amused.
Bouncing up and down in a saddle can be painful for boys, whereas rumor has it that some girls like it.
Or was that too obvious to need saying?
All those reasons seem connected to me--you, a little girl, get to borrow, on the strength of your special loving emotional connection with your pony, all the power and speed of the natural world. It may be that boys can achieve this perfectly well mechanically, with cars or whatever. But wouldn't want to generalize or gender-stereotype that too much. To the extent that there is a difference, a special connection for girls, I'd think that's what it's about.
As someone who rode horses as a young teenager, it's overrated as an explanation. Pain is likewise a possibility, and enjoyment based on the purely physical sensation of repeatedly clocking oneself in the foldy bits with a saddle is, while I suppose possible, not all that likely. (One should note that few women masturbate by slamming themselves in the crotch rhythmically with a handbag.)
26 to 23.
To 25: And to expand on that, there's a sense in which girls are taught not to think of their own bodies as powerful, whereas boys, especially after puberty, are. A girl on a horse may be getting the same type of satisfaction from her control of a powerful body that a boy is taught to get from his own athleticism.
(One should note that few women masturbate by slamming themselves in the crotch rhythmically with a handbag.)
You people just don't travel in my circles.
Well sure, if you limit it to just handbags, but then when you get to backpacks and small luggage, you've got an entire community. Don't be so small-minded.
You have no idea the iron control it takes not to Google for relevant websites. But I'm sure someone else will.
I haven't even mentioned the ones who swallow a compact and a credit card and write LV all over their bodies in an attempt to be a handbag.
сколько лет, сколько зим! = it's ages since we last met!, we haven't met for ages!
I've also been told that a good rider controls the jouncing. Horseback riding is very uncomfortable for bad riders, that's for sure.
few women masturbate by slamming themselves in the crotch rhythmically with a handbag
I masturbate by slamming myself rhythmically in the crotch with a handball. But then, I'm not a woman.
Girls and horses: 15, 13, 23, and 25 are all correct. Think about it: there are very few situations in girls' lives where they are allowed to be in control of something big, strong, and intimate. Not only allowed, but encouraged. Kids like pets, but horses enable a particular and special kind of mastery that girls aren't supposed to admit wanting--or at least, not without some kind of ambivalence--in any other area of their lives.
Plus horses smell good. And yes, one can masturbate while riding a horse, particularly if one is wearing, say, a menstrual pad while doing so.
if one is wearing, say, a menstrual pad
I found that complicated the process, B.
Your masturbatory apparatus is more exposed than mine is.
In a museum in Krakow, but probably still NSFW.
Indeed.
I love having my own office.
Goddam, it's the ghost spam again.
Who on earth would pay a spammer to send such a spam?
eb, I kept rotating my head, but, no, that picture seems to be displayed correctly. What is wrong with that horse?
22: I could have done certain Sublime lyrics in spanish, is that better or worse (certainly less appropriate)? Also, some of these are mistranscribed.
33: though literally, it's "how many years, how many winters?" and I didn't know the idiomatic meaning until I found an online translator last night which got (some) idiom.
Or it's the proliferation of My Little Pony toys as little girls.
45: I don't think it would have been quite as good, because you wouldn't have tricked them into thinking they were listening to serious poetry.
#44:
I thought the same thing. Eyes bulging with terror, literally foaming at the mouth, utterly incongruous with the woman's contented expression, what gives?
I used to know the woman who trained the horse for the movie The Black Stallion. She's an MD now and was competitive at a high level in martial arts in her youth. And a hot babe too.
I also knew Lassie #7 in Portland. (I'm really a man of the world who gets around.) Lassie was just a regular dog, not at all stuck up.
All Lassies were guys, btw. Bitches just can't be trusted to rescue you when you're trapped under your tractor for the third time in a year.
I thought the deal was that they just didn't have the big fluffy ruffs.
My grandfather once got trapped under a tractor -- it's what happens when a boy from Queens decides to retire to a farm, and gets uppity ideas about what size stump he can uproot. Grandma had to sit on one end of a plank to lever some of the weight off him until the ambulance (and, I suppose, the tow truck) got there.
It happens to regular farmers too, especially teenage ones.
Hell, my grandfather fell off his tractor and it ran over him when he was in his seventies.
44: I think it's supposed to look like it's gone mad.
Farming is actually the most dangerous profession. Policemen whine too much.
44: it seems to be falling off a cliff. the girl doesn't look quite as worried, because she's got a whole big horse to break her fall.
