"Sexy Mama"? Sure -- to the casting director for Roger Corman's next alien horror movie"

That girl in the cafe yesterday has done so much Ecstasy and other club drugs that she probably WILL give birth to some kind of alien creature.

Don't sweat it, before long technology will liberate us from these eye sores. Soon everybody will have their beginning in a Petri dish, and grow inside an (reusable?) artificial womb.

Think of it; everyone will have the same astrological sign: Pyrex!

Ok, not real attractive. I admit it. However, when my sis was carrying her first child I took photographs of her gorgeous tummy every week. I wonder what the difference is? *scratching head*

Sheryl: The difference is the presumption of glamour (glamour=sexual intidation). We're certain that your sister was gorgeous throughout pregnancy and beyond, and carefree documentation of that fleshy beauty in her own home, among intimates, is her own beeswax. We out here in the coffeehouses (even Starbucks) are grateful that she didn't demand sanctification from passersby. We hope the child is fat 'n' happy, too.

So OK, actually the difference is context. Context, context, context.

Grande half-caf/no room, and thanks for asking.

Teenage girls are fun to look at. But after only four and half decades, there are limits. I'm tired of teenage girl-ass hanging out of ill-chosen pants. At LAX. Because it means the GIRLS DON'T KNOW WHAT ASS MEANS. So I'm embarassed. For them.

Sorry Sheryl, I thought you were asking how Sis differs from Amy's new coffeehouse friend. I mis-read. Blame it on the Sunday Sake.

Crid honey,

I think it's different, maybe, when the incubated is part of ones gene pool. And yes, she's now an incridibly gorgeous, gifted child.

Amy will probably kill me for contradicting her (BAD LENA!), but the pregnant woman she's talking about actually looks pretty good with her big old belly. She's a sexy mama.

I will never kill you. First of all, because I'm a libertarians, and that's not a very libertarian thing to do. Second of all, because who would I scream with laughter with if you were dead? That said, ahem...but weren't you the one who pointed out THE HORROR!? That woman looked ready to drop right then and there. And then some.

Oh. Nevermind!

Crid -- Put this in your pipe and smoke it! It's evidence of the obsession of leftists for -- horror of horrors! -- interior lives!!

"Literature is freedom. Especially in a time in which the values of reading and inwardness are so strenuously challenged, literature is freedom."

Susan Sontag

Be nice to Susan, okay? She's very ill right now. Back in the 80s, I used to see her at Tower Records in NYC all the time. She called it her crack house. Funny lady. I hope she pulls through.

It used to be if you were a gifted child that meant something. These days, according to a school teacher I spoke with, it means you turned in your homework on time.

> Especially in a time in which the values
> of reading...

Has global literacy ever been higher?

> and inwardness are so strenuously
> challenged...

I would describe this as a twofer.

POINT 1
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Prager, bless his pointed little head, used to talk about sex. He noted that the demonic force in masculinity was manifest at the interection of a man's sexual and aggressive natures. Eventually, years later, a caller asked "Well jeez, is there a feminine demon?" He said "Yes, it's a woman's presumption that her feelings, and the feelings of her loved ones, are of paramount importance." He never mentioned it again, and kept his career... In the Age of Oprah, that's sinister talk! If you ask a man on the street about masculine demons, he'll understand. But if you ask about feminine ones, you'll get a blank stare.

Suzie's rubbing up against it in this passage. I mean seriously, postwar America as a place "challenging to inwardness"? Puh-leeze. Navel gazing is the chosen narcotic of our popular mind.

Point 2
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> literature is freedom."

Wordsmiths are quite taken with themselves, and remember fondly the classroom days of yore when their bookish natures made them the toast of the schoolhouse. I've posted links about this twice before, and will not waste any more of Amy's pixels on them. But suffice it to say: Brains, especially wordy ones, are not the thing that makes this planet go, nor should they be.

> Funny lady.

I will never, ever excuse the loathsome, twisted, infantile sentiments by which she greeted the gruesome atrocities in her own city and my nation. Seriously, what the fuck.

> She's very ill right now.

I wish her well.

But Hitchens LOVES HER! And you love Hitchens! Have a three-way, for chrissake!

I'll just watch.

Amy is a stupid asslicking lesbowhore and all of you liberal lemmings are turdwranglers and rugmunchers who should just move to Canada (please take Michael Mooreon with you and moveonthefuckout.org!)

Okay, who unzipped zippy? I hate it when those old dos utilities open a corrupted file. And about the interection in one of the comments above. I think I had one of those once. And I was kind of sexual, kind of aggressive at the time. So that was probably one of those interection things for sure.

Oh, Criddy, I wrote a whole column on how men are not women, and thus are not all chatty and emotional. Here:

http://www.lansingcitypulse.com/041027/advice/index.asp

Excerpt: "You married a man, not Oprah."

> I wrote a whole column...

In which you said it quite well.

I got into it with my boss tonight (which is OK because she's a sister in the struggle towards goodness and light). We ran through our usual litany of lefty/righty topics and I asked her what she thought the demon in feminine nature was, and you could tell she'd never given it a moment's thought. But she's a proportionate, balanced thinker, not offended by the idea that masculine monstrosity must have a girlish homologue. We'll probably hash it out in the years ahead, but before we can clear up all the world's problems the show will be cancelled.

I was on a flight from Chicago to SF last weekend and there was a woman in the first row aisle seat of coach BREAST FEEDING HER BABY -- WHILE WE WERE BOARDING. I was probably 10th to board so just about every person on this flight had to pass her. She was of the smug Berkeley ilk that just dared anyone to show disapproval because, of course, "it's natural." Not a hint of a polite blanket draped over her shoulder -- just a great big milk-filled tit with junior feeding on it in your face. I shook my head in disbelief until well over the Rockies. MOTHERS (TO BE): please put away your bellies and boobs. Yes, pregnancy and motherhood are a wondrous thing, but no need to push it in the face of the rest of the world.

Mimi - More tits on planes!

"More tits on planes!"

While you're at it, could you throw in some cock too?