Figure I'll just double down on the crazy here: where do you get off implying sex work is inherently misogynistic, Doug? It's people like you and the inherent bias, not to mention increased danger, that go along with making the world's oldest profession illegal, and blah blah blah you get the idea.
"Escorts" generally make more than streetwalkers, that's just reality. If this is all it takes to offend you, I can only pray you never encounter real misogyny, because the likeliest result will be a fatal self-righteousness induced aneurysm.
"Escorts" generally make more than streetwalkers, that's just reality. If this is all it takes to offend you, I can only pray you never encounter real misogyny, because the likeliest result will be a fatal self-righteousness induced aneurysm.
What if it was being screamed at you by Will Arnett?
Nah, the dude in priscilla was a retired miner/barkeep. It's cowboy-ish, I'll give you that, but cowboys proper tend to be a bit scarce in the opal mines of Coober Pedy.
A rehash/repost, based on an article complaining about a fictional cat's purported living arrangements, whose central premise is itself based solely on the deliberately obtuse reading of a single sentence.
Congratulations, this may be the most pointless thing in the history of the internet.
Seems legit, eyes open and close if you watch carefully, and he certainly moves/is moved like a a cat, specifically a very patient cat who has learned from experience to just go limp, and let the food-monkey do whatever it is they're going to do.
Alright, this is officially a Thing and needs a name; I motion we call it "The Spinecracker".
More of a Tracy Morgan summarize-whatever-you-just-said-by-shouting-a-single-word thing, but this is good too.
All this fawning (pun begrudgingly intended), yet noone notices the asshole/vagina tongue bath at the end.
NATURE!
NATURE!
Historically yes, contemporarily you might as well announce your plans to stop off at the opera hat store on your velocipede while you're at it. "Emotional" supplanted "Hysterical" as a euphemism during the late 1980's.
What you're describing is part of a friendly family of simple weapons referred to as fistloads. Pretty much anything reasonably solid, and able to protrude from at least one end of your grip will do. They concentrate a blow, and if you have to hit them directly with you're fist it will reinforce you're hand and help keep from breaking or dislocating a finger. They're thoroughly legal, easily concealable, and as cheap and dangerous as your own ingenuity will allow.
My story is more sort of adult store adjacent. To be fair, the store itself is pretty insane, Castle Adult Entertainment is like the WalMart of sex: overlarge, overlit, and overwhelmingly stocked with cheap Chinese crap. Point is, place was huge. I digress.
I've made it past the snotty, scowling clerk, out the bulletproof glass doors and I'm halfway to my car when I see three junkies coming down the sidewalk. This being Albuquerque, that just meant it was tuesday. What made it special was that the lone man of the group was clearly operating without his right thumb. I specifically use the word clearly, because he was clearly waving around a bare stump. This raises two questions that will probably haunt me until the day I die: First, seriously, Mr. Junky? Nothing? I know prosthetics are expensive and you already have extensive financial commitments for the foreseeable future, but nothing? How about a sporty bandanna? You could use it to tie off too; functional AND fashionable!
Second question: HOW? How the hell do you lose a thumb? Excluding disease, dogs, or a big guy with boltcutters, thumb loss is a pretty improbable fuck injury. Fingers sure, even a whole hand can come off in a pretty routine way, but JUST the big guy? That is messed up.
So yeah, that was interesting.
I've made it past the snotty, scowling clerk, out the bulletproof glass doors and I'm halfway to my car when I see three junkies coming down the sidewalk. This being Albuquerque, that just meant it was tuesday. What made it special was that the lone man of the group was clearly operating without his right thumb. I specifically use the word clearly, because he was clearly waving around a bare stump. This raises two questions that will probably haunt me until the day I die: First, seriously, Mr. Junky? Nothing? I know prosthetics are expensive and you already have extensive financial commitments for the foreseeable future, but nothing? How about a sporty bandanna? You could use it to tie off too; functional AND fashionable!
Second question: HOW? How the hell do you lose a thumb? Excluding disease, dogs, or a big guy with boltcutters, thumb loss is a pretty improbable fuck injury. Fingers sure, even a whole hand can come off in a pretty routine way, but JUST the big guy? That is messed up.
So yeah, that was interesting.
I love these guys (and gals), they've taken sex and sex-oriented retailing as their own holy calling. And they're always so cheerful! It's sort of ironic really, you were just breaking away from your faith, and you get a high priest of cash-and-carry orgasms.
She may not be legendary yet, but Charlie Trotman is female, black, and damned good; her main project right now is the long-running Templar, AZ: [templaraz.com] an addictive slab of soapy alt-sci-fi goodness.
Come now, without Carol of the Bells, what would cheesy alt-metal acts have to grind out over the holidays? How would we score our big christmas-action blockbusters' climactic yuletide battles? For god's sake, think of McClane!
I actually meant to add Sandman and forgot. Might be a tiny bit much sex, gore, and general mythologizing for a 13 year old, but ymmv.
I still need to read Persepolis, but that seems like a great choice just on reputation alone.
I still need to read Persepolis, but that seems like a great choice just on reputation alone.
Hope the kid likes fantasy, 'cause this is all a 28 year old male could think of.
#1: Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching series
Funny, insightful books a joy to read at any age, and featuring a clever, charmingly down-to-earth, yet believable and well rounded heroine, and a girl could do a lot worse for role models than Granny "Aaoograha"* Weatherwax.
His other stuff is great too, and pretty much universally PG-13 appropriate. The Onion did a very good primer here: [www.avclub.com]
#2: Neil Gaiman, Coraline
Funny, poignant, and often downright creepy modern fairy tale about growing up . This one's aimed at slightly younger readers, but it's as well written as any of Gaiman's best work for adults, and the movie version is fantastic.
#3: Hayao Miyazaki, Nausicaa Of the Valley of the Wind
One of Miyazaki's earlier works, but the manga still packs a considerable punch. You've got the titular badass yet deeply compassionate heroine, a grand epic of a story, and a richly detailed world with artwork to back it up. I will warn you it gets damned dark in places; Miyazaki's always had an approach to pacifist and environmental themes that can be elegiac at best, and just goddamned depressing at worst, and it comes through big time in Nausicaa; I know I shed a single, masculine tear once or twice by the end.
Happy reading!
*Troll word, roughly translated as "She Who Must Be Avoided"
#1: Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching series
Funny, insightful books a joy to read at any age, and featuring a clever, charmingly down-to-earth, yet believable and well rounded heroine, and a girl could do a lot worse for role models than Granny "Aaoograha"* Weatherwax.
His other stuff is great too, and pretty much universally PG-13 appropriate. The Onion did a very good primer here: [www.avclub.com]
#2: Neil Gaiman, Coraline
Funny, poignant, and often downright creepy modern fairy tale about growing up . This one's aimed at slightly younger readers, but it's as well written as any of Gaiman's best work for adults, and the movie version is fantastic.
#3: Hayao Miyazaki, Nausicaa Of the Valley of the Wind
One of Miyazaki's earlier works, but the manga still packs a considerable punch. You've got the titular badass yet deeply compassionate heroine, a grand epic of a story, and a richly detailed world with artwork to back it up. I will warn you it gets damned dark in places; Miyazaki's always had an approach to pacifist and environmental themes that can be elegiac at best, and just goddamned depressing at worst, and it comes through big time in Nausicaa; I know I shed a single, masculine tear once or twice by the end.
Happy reading!
*Troll word, roughly translated as "She Who Must Be Avoided"
Oddly enough, so do I: I see a company by, for, and of terrible, terrible people.
Ah the 60's, when shifts in gender expectations were awkward, and burnt-orange on avocado was considered an acceptable color scheme.
I believe Msr. Louie C.K. had some rather trenchant insight on the matter.
"Fuckin' lawn's all uneven, it's bullshit!"
"Fuckin' lawn's all uneven, it's bullshit!"
EH, the nonfiction things is valid; at best there's a sort of nonfictional DMZ in most decent sized book shops, but even then you have history, science, medicine, languages, biographies, cooking and nutrition, sports, handyman guides, study guides, and, depending on your outlook, religion and spirituality.
