tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937414969460147900.post5912312758588298973..comments2024-03-06T07:06:38.928-08:00Comments on JSBlog - Journal of a Southern Bookreader: Fake prescriptive poppycockRay Girvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556764642402680159noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937414969460147900.post-56908554076762791672012-10-08T08:04:01.086-07:002012-10-08T08:04:01.086-07:00On the gendered animal thing, I remember being con...On the gendered animal thing, I remember being confused when (learning French at age 11 or thereabouts) I discovered that I had to say <i><b>le</b></i> chat, when I always thought of cats of unknown gender as "she". Le chien seemed OK since I called dogs of unknown gender "he".<br /><br />I don't know where my assumptions came from but am now interested to note (on reading your Hiley extract) that I was afraid of dogs while I liked cats. It may have had something to do with perceived aggression, or with association of size with threat level.Felixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13179787011325615414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937414969460147900.post-64741861739474999182012-10-03T16:14:15.022-07:002012-10-03T16:14:15.022-07:00Oooh. The Fifty Minute Hour Man. The guy who did &...Oooh. The Fifty Minute Hour Man. The guy who did "Mother Hitton's Littul Kittons". They were definitely "Its"Dr. Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06255898610620668624noreply@blogger.com