My comment got to be a bit too long for this post, so I decided to pull it out and continue the discussion here. One problem with this column is that it presupposes so much based on stereotypical assumptions that it’s basically meaningless. What about men with low sex drives? What about women with high sex drives? What about men who like talking about emotional stuff with their partners? What about lesbians and gay men?…
Shorter Globe and Mail column: Who cares if you don’t want to do it; STFU and spread ’em to hang onto your asshole boyfriend/husband. Those poor dudes, having to endure that constant need to pork things. What’s so hilarious (and by hilarious I mean, of course, sad) is this quote by some pseudonymous dude: “If men don’t feel respected or loved, if they don’t feel like a man, if they have to walk around on…
Perhaps in another life, I might have been a Nature Queen, scaling mountains alongside my possee of friendly wolves and raccoons, sleeping on pallets of donated feathers from benevolent geese, nestled up in the crook of an overprotective bear’s neck while jungle monkeys gathered nuts and berries for me. Hey, it could have happened. In a magical forest. Instead, nature and I, we don’t really get along all that well. You see, I am a…
When I first moved to Memphis and saw Fairview Junior High, I thought it was an old abandoned school building. It’s definitely not abandoned; it’s an active city school. It looks run-down, all right, but up close it’s got some of the most beautiful art-deco details I’ve ever seen on a school building. They just don’t make buildings like this anymore. Anyone know what “night nuit nox” means? Update: Palm Tree and La tell me…
• Primitivo is surprisingly a good companion to the pistachios I’ve been addicted to lately. • Some feckless cretin has been using my laundry detergent and it was damn near gone just now when I went downstairs to do two loads. I got ONE load out of it. And I have used it ONCE since I bought it. Grrr. • Those of you playing at home will deduce that this means that I used someone…
I knew when NiT hadn’t been updated by 11:45 this morning, following this wank, that something was wrong. And now I see that Brittney’s turned in her resignation. That aforementioned wank, alongside this wank and this wank, apparently pushed Brittney to do what she’d been thinking of doing for a while: Getting the heck outta MSM blogland. It makes me sick that an entire community of reactionary psychos would purposely misunderstand the context of the…
Click to enlarge. Ah, I’m sure this is a prank. It’s a pretty mean one. But if it’s a serious ad and that kid wants some breast milk, well, to each his own, I suppose.
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