Son of a bitch isn't exactly accurate. Not that these types of descriptors ever are, but son of a bitch kind of grates because really, it's not like Mark's mom has ever done anything to merit that kind of negative name-calling. She's... normal. Not a bitch. Not a genius. Just a normal, encouraging mother, the type who stayed a fair amount of the time in the kitchen and believed very strongly in keeping house. If she's ever contributed to Mark's perception of the world, it's only by encouraging his belief in third wave feminism, in the fact that it's perfectly acceptable for women to fit into the molds that stereotypes suggest, and that maybe more women should try it if they feel the inclination. Demanding pure equality is crap. Not because one gender deserves more than the other, or because one's more capable, but instead thanks to biology. Everything is a gradient, everything is about those minute differences in chemistry. But that's a train of thought for another day, and one too often traveled (how many times has anyone called him a son of a bitch, after all) to be interesting to Mark as he reaches into the fridge to pull out a small pitcher of juice. Too lazy to look through all of the cabinets, he simply presses his lips to the side and takes a few deep gulps, before holding it out in offer to Eduardo. Who's probably taking issue with the bacteria or the swapping of spit. Whatever.
Wardo's loss, if he doesn't want the pretty delicious and no doubt freshly-squeezed juice.
But this is good. That all of the walls can start to come down again after such a simple statement, a true statement despite not being the sort of thing Mark would usually say, suggests that it should only take a few more tips before the scale works back in Mark's favor, an exercise that is as much intellectual as it is practical. The co-founder of facebook doesn't need to get along with people, really.
Mark's not the co-founder of facebook anymore, though. Not functionally, not here. It's more chilling than he expects. Like he's just a useless, socially inept nerd all over again. Eduardo never seemed to mind, back in the day. But the rest of the world does.
"Not going to have a beer with me?" Mark asks, pointedly, still testing the waters, pushing further and further. Inexplicably, Marylin Delpy's voice still resonates in his mind. It's all about the hints and subtlety.
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:48 am (UTC)Wardo's loss, if he doesn't want the pretty delicious and no doubt freshly-squeezed juice.
But this is good. That all of the walls can start to come down again after such a simple statement, a true statement despite not being the sort of thing Mark would usually say, suggests that it should only take a few more tips before the scale works back in Mark's favor, an exercise that is as much intellectual as it is practical. The co-founder of facebook doesn't need to get along with people, really.
Mark's not the co-founder of facebook anymore, though. Not functionally, not here. It's more chilling than he expects. Like he's just a useless, socially inept nerd all over again. Eduardo never seemed to mind, back in the day. But the rest of the world does.
"Not going to have a beer with me?" Mark asks, pointedly, still testing the waters, pushing further and further. Inexplicably, Marylin Delpy's voice still resonates in his mind. It's all about the hints and subtlety.