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	<title>Comments on: Living in Reaction: Who&#8217;s Pushing Your Buttons?</title>
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	<description>The Selfish Prick You Know and Love</description>
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		<title>By: V</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-6030</link>
		<dc:creator>V</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>High comedy...

E - If you were a decade younger it would have been over.

What a time to be alive.</description>
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<p>E - If you were a decade younger it would have been over.</p>
<p>What a time to be alive.</p>
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		<title>By: E</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5984</link>
		<dc:creator>E</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:45:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It could be worse. If you were a woman, your little list would include

Age 22-25 Establish your career. Prove you have a brain in that purty lil head of yours and pretend you don't notice when men twice your age call you darlin and shoog. Try to date a guy who is not intimidated by your brain, ambition or the fact that you make more money than he does. When you find the perfect boy, tell him you're really not interested in having kids any time soon (maybe someday, but seems hard to run a company from a maternity ward). Watch perfect boys run far far away. Realizing perfect boy does not exist at this age, convince family you're not a lesbian, you're just not focused on marriage.  Waste at least 24 weekends per year on bridesmaid duty (6-8 weddings/year, rehearsals, showers, bach parites) and ridiculous amounts of money on gifts, the stupid dress you'll never wear again, the horrible matching shoes nobody even sees under the dress, up-dos, gawd-awful jewelry, etc. Oh, and vodka. Lots of vodka.

Age 25-30 Continue to pushback lesbian rumors w/ family. Spend ridiculous amounts of money on baby gifts, divorce parties and 2nd wedding gifts. Most men this age are still completely freaked out you make more money than they do so better get yourself a doggie. 

Age 30-35 Try to explain to your family that while you would like to have a husband at some point, there really is no need to freeze your eggs (they must have heard this on Paul Harvey) b/c you may. not. want. kids. Then try to explain your wonderfully selfish life to these people who began having kids when they were 20--  yes, it really is possible to be a fulfilled human being w/o little league and PTA. I have a lovely adult-proof home w/ many pretty, breakable things. I travel on whims. I have no debt. I'm not spending a small fortune for a kid to get into a certain pre-school. I have a CLEAN car that still smells new and does not have koolaid stains and mysterious bodily fluids on the leather or sticky fingerprints all over doors that slides shut. 

Feeling better, yet? I could go on and on. I would trade places w/ a guy any day...as long as I didn't have to kill spiders!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It could be worse. If you were a woman, your little list would include</p>
<p>Age 22-25 Establish your career. Prove you have a brain in that purty lil head of yours and pretend you don&#8217;t notice when men twice your age call you darlin and shoog. Try to date a guy who is not intimidated by your brain, ambition or the fact that you make more money than he does. When you find the perfect boy, tell him you&#8217;re really not interested in having kids any time soon (maybe someday, but seems hard to run a company from a maternity ward). Watch perfect boys run far far away. Realizing perfect boy does not exist at this age, convince family you&#8217;re not a lesbian, you&#8217;re just not focused on marriage.  Waste at least 24 weekends per year on bridesmaid duty (6-8 weddings/year, rehearsals, showers, bach parites) and ridiculous amounts of money on gifts, the stupid dress you&#8217;ll never wear again, the horrible matching shoes nobody even sees under the dress, up-dos, gawd-awful jewelry, etc. Oh, and vodka. Lots of vodka.</p>
<p>Age 25-30 Continue to pushback lesbian rumors w/ family. Spend ridiculous amounts of money on baby gifts, divorce parties and 2nd wedding gifts. Most men this age are still completely freaked out you make more money than they do so better get yourself a doggie. </p>
<p>Age 30-35 Try to explain to your family that while you would like to have a husband at some point, there really is no need to freeze your eggs (they must have heard this on Paul Harvey) b/c you may. not. want. kids. Then try to explain your wonderfully selfish life to these people who began having kids when they were 20&#8211;  yes, it really is possible to be a fulfilled human being w/o little league and PTA. I have a lovely adult-proof home w/ many pretty, breakable things. I travel on whims. I have no debt. I&#8217;m not spending a small fortune for a kid to get into a certain pre-school. I have a CLEAN car that still smells new and does not have koolaid stains and mysterious bodily fluids on the leather or sticky fingerprints all over doors that slides shut. </p>
<p>Feeling better, yet? I could go on and on. I would trade places w/ a guy any day&#8230;as long as I didn&#8217;t have to kill spiders!</p>
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		<title>By: The Boston Bachelor</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5101</link>
		<dc:creator>The Boston Bachelor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 13:56:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You do realize who that is... The Game there of.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You do realize who that is&#8230; The Game there of.</p>
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		<title>By: V</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5099</link>
		<dc:creator>V</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:18:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That guy reminded me of Philip Seymour Jackson when I first saw him.

"I got depressed early in life."

High Comedy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That guy reminded me of Philip Seymour Jackson when I first saw him.</p>
<p>&#8220;I got depressed early in life.&#8221;</p>
<p>High Comedy</p>
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		<title>By: The Boston Bachelor</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5097</link>
		<dc:creator>The Boston Bachelor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 02:31:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Brilliant video, kid.  Here's another one:

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Brilliant video, kid.  Here&#8217;s another one:</p>
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		<title>By: V</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5085</link>
		<dc:creator>V</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:58:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing and dance along the way...

Tear</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing and dance along the way&#8230;</p>
<p>Tear</p>
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		<title>By: Griff</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5082</link>
		<dc:creator>Griff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 11:17:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERbvKrH-GC4</description>
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		<title>By: Boston Knucklehead</title>
		<link>http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/2008/living-in-reaction-whos-pushing-your-buttons/#comment-5081</link>
		<dc:creator>Boston Knucklehead</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 10:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So true, I had many corporate jobs since college and they al felt the same way. You fall into this awful daily routine that after a while just starts to seem like one giant blur as each day blends together. Wake up, get your cube, pound away at your keyboard and then before you know it the days starts over.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So true, I had many corporate jobs since college and they al felt the same way. You fall into this awful daily routine that after a while just starts to seem like one giant blur as each day blends together. Wake up, get your cube, pound away at your keyboard and then before you know it the days starts over.</p>
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