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MrsMary Sent This to me at work. Had to Leave my office to Laugh


This is a parody on 80’s toys and commercials that really made me laugh uncontrollably. All the joking aside this reminded a lot about what George Carlin said about wars and foreign policy. Maybe aside from the need to ridicule 80’s toy and TV action figures there is a message in this … Probably not but it can’t hurt to make some connections


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A Foreign Policy on the decision making process of which country to go to war with. The basis of this policy is founded on what is called “dick fear” where men feel inadequate about the size of there dicks so they have to kill each other in order to boost there self-esteem. Can also be applied in Bars, Locker Rooms, and Athletics.

Usually founded on the following statement.

“What? They have bigger dicks?! BOMB THEM!” 
-George Carlin


 

Big Man Canon – Cockmasters

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MrMary Responds || It’s Time for Women to Take Back Armpit Hair, Seriously?


I didn’t even know armpit hair was gone or had been regaled to such a status that it needed to be taken back from obscurity ?I really don’t get sentiments like this maybe because I am a dude. Check it out:

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Pubic hair, once the public province of men, has been making a comeback with the ladies, with Emer O’Toole of The Guardian declaring 2014 to be “the year of the bush.” No more mowing the lawn for us! Hell, even fake mustaches for women have become a female fashion statement in the last decade. They’ve shown up on everyone from Demi Lovato to Miley Cyrus to Katy Perry.

But we draw a line at armpit hair. Even Madonna, the high femme goddess herself, can’t get away with sporting some scruff in her pits. When she Instagrammed a picture of her hairy armpits last week, she was quickly chastised for failing to stay within the bounds of acceptable feminine expression.

Seriously Now

This article says that it’s high time that female armpit hair be considered or recognized as high fashion. I give it 3-4 months before armpit shaming becomes a thing. There was a call in the comment section for hairy pits to unite. Someone else rationalized that if men can do it and our having armpit hair isn’t considered nasty, then women armpit hair shouldn’t be considered disgusting. After I read the article, I had one question, well two questions..

WHO THE FUCK CARES ?

WHY IS THIS EVEN AN ARTICLE ?

So putting honor killing aside and the massive issues facing women today introducing armpit hair back into the mainstream consciousness through fashion, this is what is important ? What does this have to do with feminism?

Upon further research, it turns out that armpit hair is a major point of contention. I learned about ArmpitsForAugust (dubbed as a girls’ answer to Movember) aims to raise awareness and money for PCOS, a condition which causes obesity, acne and hirsutism, by encouraging women to grow out their armpit hair during the hottest month of the year.” The charity’s founder had this to say:

“We believe the shame a lot of people feel about their body hair is a consequence of living in a society that regulates, controls and dictates that female-assigned bodies must conform to incredibly narrow beauty standards, and which upholds a rigid gender binary that deems body hair a ‘masculine’ trait.”

I don’t get it. If you don’t want to shave don’t. If you want to, do it. There is still  a market for 70’s porn meaning that there are still a decent enough number of dudes out there who love the crinkle-crinkle of female body hair and grainy old videos. I found the article a bit self-indulgent in that there was no discussion of different cultural ideas or takes on body hair. There was this one view and its opposition. It was very narrow in its scope.

Anyways tell me what you think

Dave

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Thinking Deep Thoughts || Why Blogging Turns me off sometimes & other ramblings


This will be quick but unfortunately it will be honest. Honesty is like a child you get to be the parent of because it was so good for those few seconds you forgot to pull out. Yeah, … everyone says that they want honesty until they are hit with it. Then they want to run away, and forget that they willing took or gave a hot load.

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I’ve been listening a lot to Howling Wolf  lately. This is the song I will write this post to if you want to listen along

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Deep Thoughts

I have a weird relationship with my own demise because it’s not an oppressive worry. An eternity of non-existence will be a welcome rest. I’m a high-functioning depressed person who finds life beautiful. It’s an odd conundrum to be in. My natural disposition oscillates between brief moments of ecstatic experiences to epochs of melancholy. I don’t find much in life cheery, or worth getting excited over. Life is painfully beautiful as are people too, being that they are extensions of this mystery. Living under the strain of such a conundrum is difficult because the horse-shit is so much more apparent.

We suppress so much of our sincere emotions in order to increase the potency of our dreaming. Often we are much too involved in our bullshit to notice that someone has extended us a hand in friendship. (I include myself in all of this. I’m just as full of shit as the next person, but I guess at least willing to openly admit to it.) Right before our eyes, something beautiful is dying (I am talking about Time). Do you remember these words from Andrew Marvel’s To My Coy Mistress

 But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; 

I see in a lot of blogs the same sit-at-my-table-at-lunch cronyism, and sycophantic praise reminiscent of high-school. There are more sales-people on WordPress than bloggers. By sales people I mean people trying to sell you an image of themselves or of a fun-house version reality or an actual material. Where are the truly original voices looking to actually communicate? I came to WordPress, with the childish idea that a community of bloggers wouldn’t be plagued by the same holier than thou mentality.

I don’t think I am being so clear. I think I am coming off rather curmudgeonly.  Let me put it this way. One of the major themes of 20th century literature was Alienation.

  • Stephen Daedalus in Joyce felt alienation as a result of religion
  • Jake Barnes in Hemingway’s Sun Also Rises felt alienation after the horrors of war
  • Meursault in The Stranger  felt alienate from life
  • Jay Gatsby has cut himself off from his Past
  • Mallone, Malloy and any Beckett Character is alienated
  • John Banville’s characters in the Sea and in Ancient light etc

neighbor_sex_out_of_control_pm-thumb-341x2702I can go on. Alienation is large part of the modern day experience. We can debate the reason why all night, which would be helpful as the neighbors are fucking and I can hear it through the wall. Yes , Yes Yes!!!! lol  I want to scream: STOP ASKING HER THE SAME FUCKING QUESTION!!!! (old joke)

Sorry lol, this is surreal. You know there is a philosophy in this, that the absurd and realistic always go hand in hand and you have to laugh lol

Ok I can see the effects and continuance of this alienation I guess is what I am saying on a lot of blogs. The Blogosphere is the bastion for free thought and individuality it was pegged to be, and that kind of scares me. It’s like watching someone you love or like grow sick before your eyes and in their passion, in their suffering you start to wonder how much of the good times were true to memory, how many smiles were put in there by invention? How much of what you cared for was really real? Soon enough illness robs you of that presences and we are thrust back into our solipsism and loneliness, and writing non-sensical blog posts when you should have been asleep long ago.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes; 
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

 

Did you know tom waits was heavily inspired by howling wolf ?