tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post58951145204520610..comments2008-07-13T10:39:47.483-07:00Librarian Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684616355124026011noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-1502904075334559792008-07-13T10:39:00.000-07:002008-07-13T10:39:00.000-07:00Cliques piss me off too. Much more so as an adult than they ever did as a teenager. I think because I assumed we'd all grow out of that mentality, so when I meet someone who hasn't, it infuriates me. How is that kind of behavior acceptable? Especially in the workplace, don't even get me started on that business.The Maiden Metallurgisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05897256429726150185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-19005771857474259312008-07-13T08:43:00.000-07:002008-07-13T08:43:00.000-07:00I, too, have suffered from the <I>insider by appearance </I>factor. Only to be "discovered" and shunned later. (For instance, once I actually speak.) This seems to truly piss The Selected Ones off, like I was some Trojan horse sent to infiltrate their ranks by nerds. But really? I am WAY to cool for them anyway. I am. I'm serious. Really...Sphincterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17080910412365862163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-54458834404642611372008-07-11T18:04:00.000-07:002008-07-11T18:04:00.000-07:00I am rather weirded out by cliques as well, mostly because I was the brunt of many of their abuses. Life was not fun in middle school. I still get a little weak in the knees when I see a crowd of 3 or more chic looking women together.Srcsmgrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09025028681130834346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-10219566031585109192008-07-11T17:50:00.000-07:002008-07-11T17:50:00.000-07:00holy smokes... once i'd figured out what sTori-telling was, I was so embarassed for you... :)TMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12287499048486219026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-70685489901060630712008-07-11T17:19:00.000-07:002008-07-11T17:19:00.000-07:00ME TOO on all 3 (the cliques, the dork self-ID, and the tasty refreshing koolaid-masquerading-as-lemonade).Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18316870863381452769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-3935207247822214732008-07-11T10:48:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:48:00.000-07:00I, too, freak out about the cliques. I think because most of my formative years were spent in schools that were too damned tiny to have enough people to form more than one clique. We were monoclique, I guess.<BR/><BR/>This came up when Sky and I went to the Salon of Shame (www.salonofshame.com) thing a few nights ago -- it was SO CLIQUE-y. Like, they all knew one another, and you got the feeling that only the same 4 people ever read their stuff outloud, and you felt that you had tripped into the middle of a big private joke. I loved the idea of reading from old diaries, hated the weird feeling I had there.Jen Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09566316936554013265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-40343606289860099982008-07-11T09:09:00.000-07:002008-07-11T09:09:00.000-07:00one of my friends is subconsciously cliquey and i'm terrified that i come off as cliquey because i associate with her. perhaps an asskicking is in order.<BR/><BR/>about the lemonade: maybe when you get change you can stash it in a jar by your keys and then just grab it when you're out the door?cadiz12http://www.blogger.com/profile/03739358553844884552noreply@blogger.com