I used to think women were as magical as unicorns and had to be tricked into “you-know-what”. Really. When I was growing up, that’s what the subliminal message was. HO! HO! I swear, in the 50’s and 60’s (regardless of the Beatniks and Hippies), that was the message. For a woman, being divorced was kind of like a signal that you were “loose”, and had a TOTAL pile of shame sitting on your head. Your unit was somehow public property. The fact that your ex beat the crap out of you was not germane.
Now?
Ha! Ha! What do we call that these days? An OOPS!? Your personality didn’t match your parts? “Eat me!” I got what I wanted, and it turned out that you were a total asshole after the the first time we “did” it (The second time I just wanted to see your boobies once more). Bummer! But I got my rocks off and got to see you naked…
Love is just as ephemeral these days as it ever was – it’s just much easier to say I love you to get some poontang. In fact, I’m not so sure you have to say anything more than: “Wanna fuck?” anymore. What a turn on! “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine, we’ll have a really good time!”
But, a pimp? I’m glad I never thought of that…
Which, of course, I could NEVER do (anymore). No joke. I am way too old to have not noticed the reality.
And it goes both ways. This is not sexist. It is reality – revealed by a used-to-be rock and roll “local hero” (big fish in a small pond) who could never understand why all those girls would go home with him out of the blue….
What the fuck was the matter with those girls? How cool is it to “do” an absolute jerk because he plays a guitar?
Actually, I’m now old enough to know the consequences, and thus will never have anything to do with any woman that I don’t hate on sight…
It’s the only salvation…
Pimps! Pimps! Pimps! Just a word for jerks who have no clue about humanity. Sort of like Jug Ears – “I love you all, but it’s too bad that you are just useless pieces of shit in my quest to be king of the world.”
Morality is a hard earned quality, and shame is a requisite for learning it.
Unfortunately, shame is dead here in this once great country, and, likewise, the death of shame is the harbringer of the death of our world.
I am ashamed of very many things , but the minions tell me it’s OK if I learn how to speak Spanish and help to tear down the border fence…
“every day is hump day.”
same with baracky and america
(not quite, but kinda) obligatory random music link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxczVhG0os8
This pimp sounds like a rather morally complex fellow, btw.
Weekend at Bin Laden’s
Pimps?
I used to think women were as magical as unicorns and had to be tricked into “you-know-what”. Really. When I was growing up, that’s what the subliminal message was. HO! HO! I swear, in the 50’s and 60’s (regardless of the Beatniks and Hippies), that was the message. For a woman, being divorced was kind of like a signal that you were “loose”, and had a TOTAL pile of shame sitting on your head. Your unit was somehow public property. The fact that your ex beat the crap out of you was not germane.
Now?
Ha! Ha! What do we call that these days? An OOPS!? Your personality didn’t match your parts? “Eat me!” I got what I wanted, and it turned out that you were a total asshole after the the first time we “did” it (The second time I just wanted to see your boobies once more). Bummer! But I got my rocks off and got to see you naked…
Love is just as ephemeral these days as it ever was – it’s just much easier to say I love you to get some poontang. In fact, I’m not so sure you have to say anything more than: “Wanna fuck?” anymore. What a turn on! “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine, we’ll have a really good time!”
But, a pimp? I’m glad I never thought of that…
Which, of course, I could NEVER do (anymore). No joke. I am way too old to have not noticed the reality.
And it goes both ways. This is not sexist. It is reality – revealed by a used-to-be rock and roll “local hero” (big fish in a small pond) who could never understand why all those girls would go home with him out of the blue….
What the fuck was the matter with those girls? How cool is it to “do” an absolute jerk because he plays a guitar?
Actually, I’m now old enough to know the consequences, and thus will never have anything to do with any woman that I don’t hate on sight…
It’s the only salvation…
Pimps! Pimps! Pimps! Just a word for jerks who have no clue about humanity. Sort of like Jug Ears – “I love you all, but it’s too bad that you are just useless pieces of shit in my quest to be king of the world.”
Morality is a hard earned quality, and shame is a requisite for learning it.
Unfortunately, shame is dead here in this once great country, and, likewise, the death of shame is the harbringer of the death of our world.
I am ashamed of very many things , but the minions tell me it’s OK if I learn how to speak Spanish and help to tear down the border fence…
AAAAARRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!
Steely Dan Here At The Western World
Steely Dan – Any World (That I’m Welcome To)
Well, I’m down with it, as long as “hump” is being used as a verb and isn’t describing a body part;because that would be kinda kink, wouldn’t it?
Cameron Diaz said something rather … tacky last week about humping.
Honestly. TMI.
Naturally, I had to look up what Carin was talking about.