in which i finally give up

you know, i have a mother who calls to ask me if i'm meeting people. by people she means men, to which i say no. i say that i'm a woman in the humanties and that there are no men (i'm skipping the diatribe on why that might be.), and then she suggests that i make a foray into the business world, where the men are, and then i reply, "that's ridiculous" and that i am not going to change my profession in order to procure (procure -- as if this imagined man were a pair of shoes) a someone. and then she says, "nono, that's not what i meant. i meant just to make yourself available." ah yes, available. excuse me, i am the pair of shoes. my mistake.