Giving Head
Gregg told me about a posting he saw a while back on the bulletin board at an LAPD gang unit: a photo of the remains of a lovesick gang member who blew his head off after a fight with his girlfriend. Caption: "Love hurts."
Giving Head
Gregg told me about a posting he saw a while back on the bulletin board at an LAPD gang unit: a photo of the remains of a lovesick gang member who blew his head off after a fight with his girlfriend. Caption: "Love hurts."
My wife and I love the titles you give to your posts. She says you're a "provocative little lynx!"
Norm Nason at October 24, 2007 5:09 AM
Ooops. Now my wife tells me: "I meant 'MINX', not 'LYNX'!
Norm Nason at October 24, 2007 5:13 AM
Heh heh...thanks...That made me laugh. Gregg calls me that sometimes ("minx," not "lynx"!).
Amy Alkon at October 24, 2007 6:31 AM
Is it horrible of me that I thought about how lucky we all are that the nutjob with a gun killed himself instead of anyone else? Finally, someone does it in the right order.
Christina at October 24, 2007 9:08 AM
Oh. My. Gawd!
That is SO insensitive to people who are brainpan challenged!
You need to check yourself into a sensitivity training camp! NOW! Before people start thinking you are a "suicidal-lovesick-gangbanger-ist"!!
RedPretzel in LA at October 24, 2007 10:08 AM
Last Saturday, I had a woman repeatedly harranging me by e-mail for using the words "fat co-workers."
Amy Alkon at October 24, 2007 10:13 AM
Last Saturday, I had a woman repeatedly harranging me by e-mail for using the words "fat co-workers."
Oh, for the love of....*pthpthpthp*
"Excuse me, please don't refer to them as 'fat co-workers'. Call them 'fat co-vocationals'."
You know, it sucks being a fat, white, well-off male in California. I'm the only person here who, when offended by something, isn't entitled to misinterpret reality in an extremely intrusive manner.
RedPretzel in LA at October 24, 2007 1:38 PM
"Last Saturday, I had a woman repeatedly harranging me by e-mail for using the words "fat co-workers.""
Well, of course she did. Everyone knows it's spelled "cow-orkers"
HTH.
Steve Daniels at October 24, 2007 1:44 PM
Heh heh...wish I'd written that back to her.
Amy Alkon at October 24, 2007 2:40 PM
Feel free to share any of those fat cow-orker exchanges. I'm betting they were hilarious!
Katelyn at October 25, 2007 7:22 AM
I should do a blog item with them...thanks, I thought about it, and forgot.
Amy Alkon at October 25, 2007 8:20 AM
You guys are making jokes, but I think there's something to this.
Carolla used to joke that conversation with skinny, attractive, popular women was like pulling teeth, because you have to extract nuggets of meaning from their mouths with pliers. They expect to be begged before they'll share themselves. So it's inane when they say they like a guy with a sense of humor, because they themselves are never adept at irony or wordplay. (It's fun to watch those women hit middle age, when the market for their wordless thoughts is shriveled and quiet, and they don't know how to sell them... or even simply trade.)
Heavy women, presently regarded as less appealing, may also be too sincere for irony... But they'll often shovel their hearts & feelings at you given the slightest opportunity. I like to joke that fat women are only good for sex and conversation, if only because they make conversation so easy.
Some say it's hormonally circuitous: Fat women carry extra estrogen that makes them want to share, and what they want to share is the burden of being under-loved, which makes things worse. Anyone who cares about this would enjoy html">this old Salon column from Paglia, including a passage on the ever-dieting Oprah vs. the boner-deflating Rosie: "This isn't fat as dynamic life force; it's fat as fearful barrier/bandage against the wounds of the world. With her cloying sycophancy and juvenile schtick, O'Donnell completely lacks the free-flowing, often teary emotionalism and intuitive, nearly oracular empathy of classic Oprah at her heaviest and best."
PS- When he got a big morning radio show, Carolla's first move was to hire a typically smokin' Hollywood starlet to do news chat. She was no bimbo, but her sentences had an awkward, drivetime-killing pause around the seventh word... She wasn't used to having to say things to people. She was replaced with a natural chatter after a few months.
Crid at October 25, 2007 9:05 PM
Bungled link to Paglia column: http://urltea.com/1vz2
Crid at October 25, 2007 9:11 PM
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