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God Don’t Make No Junk

Ok, first off, yeah I know what day of the week it is. It’s Friday and I’m supposed to post lists on Fridays. I started a half dozen potential lists for this week.  But I couldn’t be bothered to finish any of them. I have all of these real thoughts in my head about things I want to write about and none of them are coming out in a Best of 7 format. So screw it.

Next, my regular readers know that I am a loud and proud agnostic (the atheists haven’t won me over yet, I think they’re probably right but I still have some doubt). I do not intend to insult any devout believers of anything with today’s title. I just think it happens to be appropriate.

So recently I’ve read several posts (on personals blogs and in dating themed mags) where people talk about themselves or others as a high quality man or woman. Sometimes they say that high quality people shouldn’t settle for people of lower quality. Substandard people. People who are beneath them. Sometimes it’s just a phrase used in passing. A descriptor. Like tall or . High quality.

So here’s my thing. God don’t make no junk (yes, that would be the god that I don’t believe in).

There are lots of guys out there that I wouldn’t want to date. Lots of them. And for lots of different reasons. But none of those reasons is because I think I’m a high quality woman (even typing that phrase makes me smirk, and yet I’ve seen it used over and over) and they are substandard men.

Now, that said: I’m cute, have a Masters degree, am somewhat well-travelled and well-read. Plus, I’m good to my family and knowledgeable about the world at large. These are all good qualities I have. But the thought that I’m a high-quality woman (or low-quality, for that matter) and that anyone might describe me as such makes my skin crawl. Who decides such things?  Where did this sorting of high and low quality come from?

This seems to be a new thing. A phrase that just started to pop up in the last few years. At the risk of sounding like an old woman complaining about those darn kids, I don’t like it. I don’t like the over-simplification or the way people are just being labeled, “low-quality” (and I’m guessing that that sometimes has to do with educational achievements/class?). Nope, I don’t like it one bit.

Anyway, that’s my rant for the week.


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