TheKnitter and I went to a women-wanting-to-start-businesses meeting today. It was free, and supposedly offered in honor of "International Women's Day" (or something to that effect).
I will now provide you with a list of why you should never get together 40 French women (and two American ones) who want to start their own businesses:
1. You might be able to start the meeting with some degree of order, but whatever thread of organization it was you were working with will slowly but surely unravel, until the women are just interrupting and yelling and talking back and forth across the room to one another.
2. There will always be that one wacko who decides to a) interrupt constantly b) mutter things "to herself" loudly enough so that everyone can hear and c) make strange jokes that aren't very funny. TheKnitter blames drugs, I blame the bottle, but it doesn't matter, the result is the same: that lady needs to shut up and let me listen to the speakers in peace (she could also do without the fanny pack hanging off the SIDE of her hip and the very bad haircut).
3. Once the woman who is opening a "re-looking" business (ie Makeover/Photo shoot orgy) begins to describe how all women want to just feel like models for a day, I'm going to start shaking my head and laughing, because I, for one, don't. Of course, I didn't find the THIRTY MINUTE CONVERSATION about make-up that ensued quite as amusing.
We left before it ended.
1. The poor sole male in the room. Let's just hope his wife and daughter don't talk too much tonight.
2. SO glad you noticed the fanny pack and the Ilovemyblow-dryer hair. I couldn't stop starring at the underarm flab that was bulging out of her velvet tank top. I had this disturbing desire to pinch it, just to shut her up. That is until she practically yelled, "What is that smell." and gave everyone around her the I know it's you look. At which point i became incredibly paranoid. Definitely Pills.
3. How long do you think it took the re-lookeuse to do her make-up?
P.S. Honored to be TheKnitter