I made a new friend named Laura Bush check out this video I made with her
Here are some stills
Enjoy
Dave
I made a new friend named Laura Bush check out this video I made with her
Here are some stills
Enjoy
Dave
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
I am at a lavanderia about a week and change ago and this drunkard homeless man comes up to me smiling and says in a heavy spanish accent: ” Happy New Year My King” He offers to shake my hand but I don’t. He looks really drunk and my lady is nearby so I cross my arms and look him in the eye. He says, “it’s OK My friend, I’m clean he extends his hand and I smile and give him the NYC fist bump.
He goes on to tell me that the señora in charge of the lavanderia locked the bathroom so he cant use it. Now he has to go on the floor like an animal, but he is rich. Why well because he is a king. He is free he tells me. He wanted to wish me and my lady well, “one king to another”, he says. He says that he knows I’ll understand what he’s telling me because I am a king too.
This is the third time in my life that I have been called king or refer to as a king. Of course I am a Leo and my Name is David and I have heard that king David shit for a while now but I mean by strangers who don’t know my name or me. This is significant, because right now as you are reading these words you are in my court, and instead of hovering over you in judgement I am inviting you to a new era and bountiful time for my imagined and virtual kingdom.
I really needed this vacation. I rested relaxed and finally had a moments peace to look back on all I have done and accomplished the last 7 years which was the last time and first time I ever took a vacation in my life. My vision has been experienced. Yes of course I have grown wiser and have more grey hairs to show for it. But the most important thing is that my vision is clear and I know now more what I need and want from life.
I have travelled the world… But now I must journey further inwards… to what I really fear… it’s inside me … there is no turning back. My training is nothing but the will to continue on is everything. A wise man once told me that if I made yourself more than just a man, if I devoted myself to an ideal, I’d become something else entirely. I’m ready to begin ……
Seriously now …
I am back in NYC for some days now . It was 70-80F in California where I was and I came back home to 16F and snow. The dogs were happy to see me, everyone else I guess now they have someone to carry their heavy ass shit so they were sorta happy. Vacationing has opened my eyes to a lot of things and I will be sharing them over the next few day while of course doing what it is that I do here ( What do I do here again)
I want to thank everyone for the well wishes and for making me feel sexy and wanted. While I am easy unfortunately for you I ave so many layers on it wouldn’t be worth the time for me to thank you so personally so here’s to you: Click this ( this is nothing perverted, just a cool show of respect and appreciation)
I thought that with my Thanksgiving‘s Day post: This Thanksgiving I am Thanking All you Readers for Indulging me it would be the last I would hear or write about dry humping people.
Whenever I was in the mood for intimacy I would dry hump my ex-gf and make loud animal noises like the National Geographic Channel was doing another one of their documentaries. The first few times it was funny, it was cute and almost charming. After a while it became childish, vulgar, and intolerable. Especially when I started to do it all the time and at a Duane Reade (a pharmacy).
But thanks to Daan, author of the blog I FKKN ROK I will be dry humping a few blogs. Let me explain:
Daan had a stunning epiphany that Blogs need love too AND they’re humpable. This holiday season in a tremendous show of vigor, and sexual athleticism he has chosen 9 blogs to hump into submission one of which is this blog ASpoonfulOfSuga.
So first thanks to Daan, for being a gentleman and letting me know of his intentions first, giving me enough time to trim and clean-up all the hairy comments and make things a lil more presentable.
So here are the Blog I will be dry Humping this holiday season.
I will be featuring these blogs and bloggers on my blog unless they do not want me too for the next few weeks. If you are not following them you’re missing out.
The Lovely Ms Jen and Tonic wrote a post that I reblogged today called How-to: Suckage Revisited. In it she enumerates the 20 NEW things everyone needs to stop doing. The list is quite exhaustive and poignant however I thought maybe I could add somethings to the list or rather take the list a totally different direction. But before I do that I would like to say a few things.
I am not a famous person or some sort of moral authority. Rather I am a pragmatist in every sense of the word. These are the following things I practice in my own life that have helped me maintain some semblance of sanity in my day. Please consult with a doctor before trying any of these techniques, may not be goo to try if you have a previous heart condition or take MAoi inhibitors.
Everyone is expendable. No one is so important that they couldn’t be sufficiently replaced. This to me applies to all relationships, personal, romantic, familial, collegiate, work-based. It’s best to keep this in mind especially when we have to interact with people. Everyone on the basis of their being born deserve a basal amount of respect. To me in an odd way a homeless man is just as important as a rich man though they may not be so in the eyes of many people. To imagine that we are better than someone or more valuable than someone else is to forget that we are expendable. There is never any reason for meanness, life is too fucking short.
Words to me are sacred, because the human voice is infinitely fragile and delicate. More often than not silence is better than speech. Speaking just to speak is just as bad as eating just to eat. Human beings are social animals which means to me that words and interaction are just as important a food as food itself and its a create misdeed to devalue the worth of words by empty words. There are some people whose entire day can be changed by a single smile or nice word. The more we are engaged in useless banter of any form the less we are aware of the needs of the people who cross our path.
If you are an atheist, or a Christian, or a Muslim or a Buddhist, a feminist, whatever you follow doesn’t give you the right to be an ass to someone else about their belief or to continually attack their credibility as a human being for their beliefs. That just makes you an asshole. What you believe is personal and should stay to yourself. Large sweeping generalization that lump massive amounts of people together should be avoided in public. I think that it would be much more of a boon to society to focus on being a human being first then try to work on the adjectives if ya get me.
No matter how much yoga you do, no matter how much you contribute to Save the Children, or open doors for people, or help old women across the street or eat whole wheat and extra fiber You will always be a bit of a hypocrite and heedless. Nothing wrong with that. Turning a blind eye to that or not apologizing when you get called out on it is fucked up.
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We have kept our appointment and that’s an end to that.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
–SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot
Hurricane Sandy has been talked about for days now, the whole east coast of the United States was gripped with far and anticipation. At 7 pm last night all the trains stopped working in NYC. At around 9PM all buses stopped, and it seems like for once all the hustle and bustle of the city was calmed. But it, the outward and eerie stillness , said nothing about the anxiety and angst that many of us in the City felt as the storm came slowly ever so deliberately to the Big Apple.
So while many of us are used to waiting: waiting for a bus, for a train tat never comes, for the price of a metro card to decrease, waiting for the mayor Bloomberg to eventually vacate his office and stop inventing new terms, all of the city’s denizens were treated to a new kind of waiting, waiting for destruction and doom. And so far Hurricane Sandy has fulfilled on her promise.
Why are we here, that is the question.
And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer.
Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come.
–SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot

We are all waiting to see what this storm will do to the city . There are other cities affected and some people have died already from electrocution and from downed trees. Perhaps because I have a dark sense of humor but i find it funny when as soon as roads start to flood and large tree branches snap in the wind, everyone remembers that there is such a thing called Nature and it just so happens to be so powerful. For centuries we have worked with the idea that nature was simply a treasure trove of resources to be used at our disposal and whim. Actually thanks to global warming and climate change the Arctic is now accessible and right now while there are record droughts and ecological devastation companies and nations everywhere are gearing up to stake their claim to drill for oil, plunder resources and destroy what may be one of the last almost pristine environments. It says a lot that this is what it takes, moments like this, for us to stop and reflect on what really matters and ascertain to what extent do we contribute to our own or someone else’s pain.
We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.)
No, don’t protest, we are bored to death, there’s no denying it. Good.
A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste …
In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone once more,
in the midst of nothingness!
–SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot
We are always in a state of waiting, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to stop, what for our lives to end etc
MrMary:Yeah I like this neighborhood this building especially
Therapist: Why’s that ?
MrMary:I like for instance the security guard and door man – The security guard especially are here to make the inhabitants of this building feel secure. The existence of a security guard here implies that there is something valuable to protect, what’s valuable to protect here in the building are the people.Socially/Economically they are deemed to be worth more than other people. There are other buildings larger buildings with no security guards and they don’t seem to be worth as much.
Therapist: I think that the people here are just paying for services someone to open the door take care of their packages
MrMary: The Fact that they can pay and willing to pay makes them special. Other people cannot do the same. In an urban environment there are invisible boundaries of communities that say where the cash flow and the racial diversity start and end. The security guards arent like the secuirty guards I see in other buildings. They Look like the people who live in the building.
Therapist: …… [silence] ….MrMary:Compare this to a neighborhood watch where every neighbor watches out for another neighborhood. There isn’t an industry build around servicing their needs and making them feel safe in the same way that there are doorman and security guards….. I think its been one of the major themes of the election that different economic classes experience different realities than others, and that some are catered too its always been like that in history
Therapist: ….. [silence]…..[----- silence last for 2 minutes -----]
Therapist: How was your weekend Did you do anything fun ?
Class struggle is a major part of history and that’s not going to change. I think no where is that between seen for me than living in the city I do NYC. I work near some of the most luxuries places in the city and about 3 blocks from them some of the most poorest and disenfranchised neighborhood one can find. I don’t believe in utopias. I think that they are a fancy dream .
There is no basis in the natural world for a utopia where everyone has equally everything. It is clear that some people work harder and smarter than others, some people are , bad with money etc. There are many factors that make one successful. But it’s always a fine line between lauding people’s successes and lauding a system that seeks to derives its successes by exploiting others.
A lot of times when I talk openly and sincerely say what I feel I end up pissing people off or making them uncomfortable. I don’t think my therapists liked me shitting on the building and the people within.
I think I will always feel uncomfortable in some settings, due to the where I grew up and when. Did I tell you they are going to make dry-bar in the building. Do you know what a dry bar is ?
Drybar is a brand new “blow dry bar” concept created around a very simple idea: No cuts. No color. Just blowouts for only $40. You see, we believe that almost everyone (even us pros) prefers having someone else blow out their hair. Why? It just looks better! We also believe there has to be a better option than paying $60+ at a traditional salon, or going to a less-than-desirable discount chain. But there’s not. So, we decided to make one.
For $40 you can blow deez nutz dry
Edward Hotspur was eliminated from the 13 finalist from the blogging Idol contest and that really made me sad. His being a part of the blogger Idol contest gave it a legitimacy that is now gone. Let me explain. These below were the top 13 and many of the blogs are quite similar in that they discuss or talk about being a parent or being a parent with a vagina. Below are some descriptions of the blogs taken from their websites:
- I am an elementary school teacher who decided to take some time off to be a full-time stay at home mom to my two boys–a toddler and a preschooler.
- My name is {Deleted] and I am a father of 11 ……………….. fish and 3 daughters. Way too often my wife and I sit around and talk about parenting. After we are done crying, we laugh. All the emotions and memories inspired this blog.
- Enjoy my irreverent blog. Share it with your friends. I have just found that raising a teenager, being 50, and having hormonal changes in the entire household is pretty damn funny. And, besides, it’s cheaper than therapy-and she sides with BC all the time anyway…
- A blog about everything we love written by a team of really cool dudes and a cute lady named Tabi (video games sports, beer – all kinds of guy stuff)
- I’m a born again princess that loves to write, cook , read, play Rock Band, mountain bike, homeschool my kids, and amuse myself with the stories of everyday living. I share my fairytale life with my Super Hero husband, Nathan, and our three kids:
- I’m a mother of 6. I have a growed-up adult spawn, twin teenage girls a tween , a 7yr old ( Loki The Adventurer) and a toddler. Loki and Sir Snugglemuffin were born via wonderful unassisted VBAC births, with just me and The Daddy-Man present, just like when we made them.
- My name is Matt, and I live with my family and a giant pile of laundry in Gettysburg, PA. I gave up my 70 hour work weeks as a manager for a national retailer to be a stay at home dad for my little girl. For over a year, I have been writing about my experiences on this blog.
- I have noticed that when something happens in my daily life.It makes more sense to me when I have a cup of coffee in my hand, anyone who knows me, knows this. Coffee talk has always been one of my favorite things. A group of people sitting around drinking coffee and shooting the shit, can lead to some amazing discussions. I would kinda like that feel here. Interactive. Bring yourself to the table and I will always sit and chat with you.
- A mothers somewhat sarcastic journey to hipness
- Just to tell you a little about myself – I’m a reasonably happily married, mom of three, reasonably young boys. I live in every town suburbia and I’m not embarrassed to say I love it. I drive a smoking hot, scratched up minivan generally cluttered with coffee cups, granola bar wrappers and children. I think nothing says hot mama like a 40+ woman in smelly, old gym clothes covered in yogurt and booger, traipsing down the fancy aisles of the supermarket.
- I have loved to write ever since I made my parents laugh with the letters I wrote them from camp. I do some freelance writing and I am always looking for more work. So if you know a guy or a gal Thanks!
- I am a 35-year old Brooklynite (by way of Connecticut and Boston) learning to deal with life as a new father and bitching about the ways the new found existence of my son – not to mention the myriad responsibilities surrounding that existence – is destroying my social life.
There are 3 blogs along with Mr. HotSpurs who stand out from (The one about man stuff, the coffee talk one.) Every blog is amazing of the 13 but there is not great diversity in subject matter. Granted everyone has great style and writing and a really unique approach to talking about parenting which make them so awesome. But the blogosphere is filled with blogs of other kinds of content which are not represented here. There are pet blogs, there are news blogs, there are comedy blogs, there are music blogs, social commentary/sarcasm blogs etc. A suggestion: it might be nice to have 7 categories and then there can be a finalist for each genre and an overall winner etc.
I am not a parent. I almost was once but my son died prematurely and my lady of 9 years afterwards due to the pain, sadness left me to go figure something out. It’s hard for me to really relate to these blogs and reading through them makes me kind of sad to be honest. It is because I had fun writing and meeting new bloggers through this competition that I made this suggestion. I don’t and am not speaking negatively about any of the bloggers involved. They all have my respect and are cool to read.
I turned 31 not to long ago, I have pets, I like to laugh, when I am not sick and bed-ridden I like to read, write, work out. I work a lot and am close to transitioning to a senior position. I am also a professor at a pretty celebrated university in NYC. Being an undersexed heterosexual man I enjoy the ladies the same way one does an all you can eat buffet, yes with my face in it it be nice to have a greater range of bloggers and topics next year.
So my flag is at half mast, because I i just had a boner than has gone away and I am wearing basketball shorts, and because my homey Edward Hotspur has been eliminated.
To Mr Hotspur
I salute you!
The trumpet call was sounded and like the four horsemen of the Apocalypse we assembled on Flushing Multiplex. It was only fitting that as we gathered together to exacerbate the end of the week, the tail end of the tornado that hit Queens hit the area as well.
While the city at large was lambasted with the storm, the denizens of flushing were met with MrMary, Lil Rascal and el Viejo bearing the gifts of nihilism, inebriation, and male-pattern aggression. What this means is that since the movie was about prohibition we bought some rum and each bought large cokes and then the going on got a-going on. Then we walked around Flushing with brass knuckles eagerness, and rum.
The movie is based on real life happenings of the Bondurant brothers as depicted in the book The Wettest County in the World written by Matt Bondurant one of the descendants of the three brothers depicted in the movie. The book tells the story of a family of three brothers during the Depression in rural Virginia, who made a living bootlegging moonshine. This movie has many different threads that is weaves together into a fascinating study in character.
Tom Hardy plays is the middle brother Forrest. He is a very quiet character in the fact that his action , even his silence speaks louder than his words. He is stoic and of all the brother he is the symbol of the rebellious nature of the South. He speaks through a lot of grunts which were at times comical, but really helped to make the character very iconoclastic. I think the wardrobe was very fitting for this characters. The clothes, gave the appearance of a someone almost stolidly stoic almost impassive. Then we see Forrest in Action. it is an interesting dichotomy.
This dichotomy is central to the movie really we see it manifest in the lives of the Bondurant brothers each in it unique way. For Jack the youngest brother played by Shia la Beouf he is really ambitious and wanting to prove himself but he doesn’t have the guts and stones to be as ruthless as his brothers can be when needs be.
Maggie Beauford is a very sultry dancer who escaped the insanity of gang ridden Chicago to work in the brothers bar. She has an attraction to Forrest, and she adds a much needed feminine touch to the environment.
Guy Pearce plays the antagonist. Though he is a man of the law he is sadistic in every sense of the word and enjoys it. Though Guy Pearce plays a special
I have over the course o the years driven through most of Virginia. It’s a beautiful country. The scenes of the driving through the woods really take me back to memories. What is always interesting to me are these kind of films. That take clear protagonist and antagonist and place them in a very violent, sort of LAWLESS environment. In such an environment the labels we give to things like good and bad fall to the ground and we really see how far each character is willing to go in the pursuit of what they want.
First off this movie was very fun to watch even without the copious amounts of rum its great to watch judging from the chattering during and after. It is a really engaging movie. I am happy top recommend this movie.
These type of movies really bring us back to the ethos of the mythic American history. The ambiguity between good and bad, order and lawlessness those themes are what fed the movies I grew up on i.e. the Spaghetti Western. Its a unique avenue to viewing our mythic past. Maybe Ill write about that another time.
This is my 8-9th month blogging and I never really expected this blog to do well. I wanted a place to yell and scream and act a fool. For some reasons unknown despite my constant joking and tom foolery you all keep coming back. What’s worse is that some of you have been actually quite friendly to me. I recently got a series of awards from some bloggers and so, and So…..
This blog is a meditation on the the happening of workplace behavior.
We (humans) are strange animals. While we are united in our effort to excel and do better than others, we differ in the means we adopt to achieving this. This results in some unique situations where people try to make themselves out to be different from what they really are.
His posts are as reflective as they are entertaining and informative at the same time which is an achievement Ankur will humbly deny. I look forward to his posts and maybe one day we can collaborate on something, I would be honored. Thank you for the award!!!
I sometimes get down trodden at work and usually when that happens I check out the WhatIDesiredtoSay blog and its really hilarious. I love this bloggers sense of humor. judging from a what I have read, I have to say this blogger seems to have a direct line into some of my thoughts and my mannerisms of saying things. Thank you for the award.
I am an inspired by other bloggers. This is no secret. I love re-blogging and re-tweeting and supporting bloggers. This particular blogger is all kinds of cool. She has a heart of gold and anyone who is her friend is lucky. She reminds me a lot of many people I my old neighborhood in brooklyn, and many people I have met over the years. A lot of her post gets the gears in my head going, and there are not enough nice things to say
The D.O.B is one of the first people I started following on WordPress. We collaborated on a series of blog post that was some of the most fun I have had blogging ever. I have said a lot about her on the blog and there is no need to repeat all that. she is one of the coolest people I’ve met period. Thanks for the awards and I always look forward to reading your words
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I decided to use the questionnaire created from Marcel Proust;’s questionnaire by Bernard Pivot on Bouillon de Couture that James Lipton has used on the actors studio show with each of his guests. Maybe it will tell you something about me you didn’t already know or couldn’t guess from my posts:
What is your favorite word?
A genuine sincere Hello. I have maybe heard it a few times in life.
What is your least favorite word?
My Least favorite word is: ‘No’.
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Anything that makes me feel alive: learning, walking, sweating . Everything can be a portal to “being”. I mean actualy being not some philosophical quagmire
What turns you off?
Meanness, Cold-heartedness, callousness, inconsideration of others, Isolation.
What is your favorite curse word?
It would be ‘fuck’ usually but recently I have been using the term ‘sack of shit’ to describe people places things or states of being.
What sound or noise do you love?
The silence right after a raucous bout of laughter.
What sound or noise do you hate?
I hate the sound of the TV or radio on in the background
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
I’d love to be a musician.
What profession would you not like to do?
Anything corporate, or where I would have to wear a suit and have to “behave” according to some syphilitic, nonsensical, or antediluvian code of conduct.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Thanks Dave, I couldn’t have done that and don’t worry even if you didn’t change their hearts you still succeeded in entertaining them, your place is as you left it, come out when your rested.
People I nominate for being all sorts of cool, and for inspiring me creatively to continue blogging. There really are no rules, other than you pick an award and send out to bloggers you like and respect. You get all these awards in a fell swoop:
I have often heard this. Initially this quote came from the Bible, however I am talking about its common secular (non-biblical) use. I don’t think anyone would benefit if I commented on the bible even in jest. The first question I have is ‘who’s fucking truth?‘ My truth is that women who dress up as pirates are about the easiest girls around, easier than jersey girls. That’s my truth, experientially, and so far it hasn’t set anyone free. Well to be honest I had a hand in their being set free on their journey down the drain the shower.
The next questions I have is what will I be freed from? Am I naturally imprisoned ? Was I born into a truthless state of affairs? If it possible to be born into a truthless state of affairs can I be sure that I can ever leave that state? Telling the truth didn’t set Magic Johnson free from AIDS. It really just made him a better businessman. He is building theaters everywhere, doing commercials for AIDS, making stupid commentary for unimportant basketball games at the Olympics and selling off his stock in Starbucks. I guess he finally tried to bought a $15.00 latte after waiting being 3 people with the most ridiculous orders one it made him think about not taking his meds for a while)
- Venti 1 pump caramel, 1 pump white mocha, 2 scoops vanilla bean powder, extra ice frappuchino with 2 shots poured over the top (apagotto style) with caramel drizzle under and on top of the whipped cream, double cupped.
- Tall iced coffee in a grande cup with extra ice, 3 pumps hazelnut, 2 pumps classic, an inch of non-fat milk, with a dome lid and a venti straw.
- Triple Venti Sugar free, Non fat, No foam, extra caramel, with whip caramel macchiato. Then pour regular coffee down the side with 2 packs of raw sugar and a stir stick on the side.
Telling the truth can land you in prison and forced non consensual anal rape is definitely not a part of being free.

Steve Biko was an anti-apartheid activist in South Africa in the 1960s and 1970s. Biko was arrested at a police roadblock under the Terrorism Act No 83 of 1967 and interrogated by officers of the Port Elizabeth security police including Harold Snyman and Gideon Nieuwoudt. This interrogation took place in the Police Room 619. The interrogation lasted twenty-two hours and included torture and beatings resulting in a coma. He suffered a major head injury while in police custody, and was chained to a window grille for a day. On 11 September 1977, police loaded him in the back of a Land Rover, naked and restrained in manacles, and began the 1100 km drive to Pretoria to take him to a prison with hospital facilities. He was nearly dead owing to the previous injuries. He died shortly after arrival at the Pretoria prison, on 12 September. The police claimed his death was the result of an extended hunger strike, but an autopsy revealed multiple bruises and abrasions and that he ultimately succumbed to a brain hemorrhage from the massive injuries to the head, which many saw as strong evidence that he had been brutally clubbed by his captors.
The truth is ultimately relative, some people might find pirate whores to actually actually classy ladies with a lot to add to a conversations on Proust and French symbolist poets (probably because they all had herpes in common) Even if there is absolute truth how could one articulate it to someone? Truth doesn’t set you free, it either gets you killed or makes you engaged in a forced morning shower expectoration. All pedantic joking aside, quite often I see this quote used in terms of describing deep ontological/Metaphysical questioning or religio-mystical practice. When viewed in a more quotidian way this quote falls apart. I have no idea about any ontological/metaphysical/ mystical questions. Until there is a clear definitive experience in all honesty I have no idea what “truth” or “freedom” is beyond my own limited experience:
“man is the measure of all things, of those that are in so far as they are, and those that are not in so far as they are not”
Protagoras
A female friend of mine posted something on Facebook that made me chuckle as I was sitting down by my desk in my underwear trying to get ready to leave for work.
presently there are
3906 likes
249 shares
Arghhhhhh….. Women are not property. You buy property, not women. I have no sense of humor about these objectification of women jokes.
I personally see nothing here that equates women to property and by the number of women who have share this I am assuming they have not as well.
Concerning only the strict denotation, I noticed we are met with first a prepositional phrase starting with the preposition for and ending with a comma:”For all the women that brag about how many man want them,”. The noun “women” indicates the object of the prepositional phrase. Being that grammatically we do not have two complete sentences, [I may be wrong initially I saw one independent clause following a subordinate clause, but independent clauses can be considered simple sentences] I take that the object of this first prepositional phrase is the subject of these two subordinate clauses. Furthermore the roll of the prepositional phrase is to function as an adjective or adverb. In this case as it describes a type of women, a subset of the total population of women it functions as a adjective.
Moving further onwards we have “just remember” an adverbial phrase. Adverbial phrases modify or tell the reader something about the sentence or the verb or also to focus or draw attention to particular information. With that said, the meaning I derived from the first sentence is that there is a bit of information coming up in the next clause that is aimed at women who brag about the many men that want them.
Without going further I thing the most important word is brag because it helps isolate the particular subset of the group of women we are talking about. Bragging means to say in a boastful manner,to be prideful which of course in this content is something frowned upon.
Finally we are greeted with a simple sentence or an independent clause depending on one’s grammar leanings.The Subject is prices the verb is attract. Finally customers is the direct object. Customers is a genderless word it doesn’t say male customers or female customers. I feel also that attracts is not equivalent to purchasing property. Being attracted by something and buying something are quite different as buying requires more just attraction. Though the word men is used grammatically men aren’t the subject or the object of this phrase.
It is funny that there are so many grammatical mistakes in what I wrote.
At the end of the day I think its a tricky issue the one of interpretation I don’t feel that if I interpret something one way I can be responsible for another interpretation. I don’t know if that means I am part of the problem of certain men viewing women as property. I’d like to presume though that if more female friends find it funny rather than problematic I’m ok for the moment
Do you think I am oppressing women by forwarding this joke. if one of my females friends finds offense and another finds it funny am I really an oppressor of women ? Where is fucking Angela Lansbury when you need her to salve a case?
As a high-school senior I wrote an essay and won the opportunity to be a volunteer in the education department in the Metropolitian Museum of Art. It was the coolest experiences of my life. I love museums. I would go when I wasn’t working and sketch and just sit there and stare at the Monet and Manet, Degas paintings upstairs on the second floor. Suffice it to say that I developed a like for artistic expression of all sorts and things of antiquity.
But all that went out the window today when I read:
If you have been to the movies at all in the past decade you will know that there are somethings from the past that should stay buried, and if brought to the light of the present day will infect humanity with a plague as devasting physically as it is spiritually.
when I think of rock stars these are the works that come to mind
Syphilitic
Bloated
Haggardly
Venereal Disease
Boorish
Erectile Dysfunction
Out of Wedlock
Gerontic
Worn
Foppish
After Brooklyn native Jay-Z plays three shows in September, followed by Smashing Pumpkins and Barbra Streisand in October, the Barclays Center will welcome the British: The Rolling Stones are heavily rumored to be playing two shows in November. Good thing liquor license was secured!
A source tells Billboard the gigs will be part of a 50th anniversary tour, with two shows at the O2 Arena in London and two at the Barclays Center: “Richard Branson and Australian promoter Paul Dainty will promote, and the source says the Stones will be paid $25 million for the four shows.”
My Warning to Humanity
There is an ancient evil lurking about that seeks a venue into the lives of modern man that while horrible corrupt him and reduce each one of us to a war mongering,despotic animal that cares only for food sex and the feeling of pleasant release after defocation.
Uhm actually that happened already during the Bush Administration who is going to go see the Stones ?
it always knows
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it always knows
Behind the Veil
How soon it will seem that years of grace and glory were but a moment in the sun.
Master of none...
The website where movies count
Generally disturbed; sometimes entertaining.
on the art and heart of life, technology, and current events.
SUGGESTED RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN
From Syria.. My thoughts out loud
Social justice is built one idea at a time...
Flying, Fleeting, Standing Still
On animals, peace and war, science, social justice, women's issues, arts, and much more
This blog is not FDA approved
Curating a Creative Life
Explorations in gender relations, religious assumptions, societal expectations and daily life from a tomboy's viewpoint.
Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.
"We make bitter better."