It's very interesting to note how times have changed... I just recently had a discussion with my grandmother about being 'different'. She's going
on 80, and in 'her time' -- to rock the boat was a morally incomprehensible thing to do. You did everything you could to fit in... And here I am,
25, raised _to be_ different, to be an individual. Whereas she was taught the roles of being a female, and expected to adhere to them, I've been
raised to challenge the roles.
My family tried to keep me as a secret, but my appearance has never allowed for that. My parents still do not understand my choices -- but at least
they've abided by their bit of wisdom: Do whatever you want - you're the one who'll have to deal with the consequences. (And *sigh* I am...)
And while this borders more on social commentary rather than women's survival (wilderness style), I think it still has merit -- how will the social
structures of women (and people, for that matter) change if chaos breaks out?
- Life with risk... Frankly, I'm still getting used to that. Maybe I don't think of things (activites/events) as risks. I mean, it's
risky to just go walking down the street, but I never think of it that way. When I got my tongue pierced, I knew that if it was done wrong, I could
lose my tongue -- but that never affected me. Every time I get new ink, I know I could walk away with serious infections -- doesn't phase me. I drove
across the country in 24 hours straight, and the thought of falling asleep behind the wheel didn't drive me (pun intended) to find a hotel. The only
thing that scared me was driving in a torrential rainstorm in NY... the rain itself was fine, but the fact that I hydroplaned for quite a distance in
a 2000 lb. u-haul next to semi-trucks doing well over 80 mph -- that terrified me. And yet, white knuckled, I kept driving.
I understand a risk as something that might/will have a personal loss... But these aforementioned activites/events did not strike me as being risky
ventures... or at least risky enough to keep me from doing them. Might this be a difference in definitions? some weird mental dissonance with what
constitutes as a risk?
Oh to hell with convenience... I've _earned_ my grandmother's nickname: Hard Way Jones. (*momentary puff of pride*) No matter what the task is -
I'll find the hard way of doing it. I don't intend to do it that way, but that's how it works itself out...
And speaking of the hard way -- without really making a conscious choice, I've been working towards living 'in the old way'. Growing tomatoes and
making my own spaghetti sauce (which, I might add, turned out not too shabby... edible at least), learning to can foods, make clothes (sewing,
knitting, crocheting, leather-work)... I'm trying to get out to a farm so I can keep a goat and some sheep... make my own wool, my own butter...
(...methinks that these are about the only things that could be considered a 'feminine' activity to which I subscribe... hm...)
Anyhow, it strikes me that if the # truly hit the fan, buckshot style, then this kind of knowledge and experience would be most useful. Yet, in
current society, it's very difficult, nearly impossible, to make a living with crafts because people are used to walmart-type prices.
(Combine that with my appearance, and paychecks become seriously scanty...)
And in regards to your island scenario -- at least you'll have lots of food! (Just don't eat the brains and you'll be fine. *smirks* And
eventually, you can make a boat with all the bones!!
My nightmare is being with a group of those same twits, but the situation demands the willingness to kill in order to survive. I have never raised my
hand in a malicious manner, but I know that I'm fully capable of adapting. (It seems to be what I do in life: I deal.) However, I worry that other
people are not of this same capability... at which point, a debate of morals will ensue: is it better to stay with the group in hopes that they'll
learn, because to leave them to, assumedly, their own demise is a morally bad thing? or is it better to go it alone -- screw the many if they cannot
take care of themselves? ---- that is my nightmare...
If I have to have any interactions with others after TSHTF, I hope it is with someone like the three previous posters.
I absolutely agree with you Dark Elf... Feels weird for me to type it, as I'm quite happy with my (usually androgenous) aninimity (I join Whitewave
in a boistrous Hallilujah!), but it strikes me that if the shtf -- maybe we should know where each other are, even if only in general (city)
locations? Maybe it crosses lines, and I certainly do not want to offend or bring about awkwardness (as I am prone to do)... But I truly do not want
to face my nightmare situation. What do you guys think?