which is, of course, the wrong thing to doSome things? You can pretty much count on me doing. The wrong thing is one of those things.
I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle.
Xander ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Cass - May 30, 2006 8:48:50 pm PDT #6852 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
DavidS - May 30, 2006 8:51:45 pm PDT #6853 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
what IS a distracted fashion for an ass?
Wearing plaid on the left cheek and polka dots on the right. Very distracted fashion choice for a tush.
Some things? You can pretty much count on me doing. The wrong thing is one of those things.
::does the secret handshake of imperfection with Cass. Incorrectly::
Cass - May 30, 2006 8:56:16 pm PDT #6854 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
::fumbles on the grip part and blushes::
Spidra Webster - May 30, 2006 8:59:41 pm PDT #6855 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
::finds nearest Equus asinus to distract with a carrot::
Fay - May 30, 2006 9:04:45 pm PDT #6856 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
You're not putting any carrots near my ass, lady!
...what?
Erin, brava! You're the bravest! Go Team You!
Spidra Webster - May 30, 2006 9:09:44 pm PDT #6857 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Looks like I was a distracted ass. Congratulations on surviving your first year teaching, Erin!
DavidS - May 30, 2006 9:10:07 pm PDT #6858 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
You're not putting any carrots near my ass, lady!
It's like you're looking for phallic symbols.
To put in sentences next to your ass. It's your own fault.
Fay - May 30, 2006 9:28:13 pm PDT #6859 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I guess so.
ion, I taste fabulous.
Inasmuchas I taste of white chocolate and vanilla and honey and apricots and coconut cream, courtesy of Jessica Simpson's edible perfume, purchased in Seattle. I'm fuzzy on who Jessica Simpson actually IS, but I'm told she's some blonde hussy who unaccountably got the role of Daisy Duke in the Dukes of Hazzard movie. (Which is crazytalk, because Daisy totally needs to be a hot brunette. A blonde in those shorts is just crass; a brunette is sexy, because brunettes get extra seriousness brownie points for the hair colour, whereas blonde's automatically lose intelligence points and gain probably-a-tart points on the basis of THEIR hair colour. YMMV.*) Regardless, anyone who hatches the idea of a line of edible perfumes and moisturisers is a VERY smart cookie.
*and it worries me slightly that, upon reflection, this is essentially what Milan Kundera said in his novel The Farewell Party, because I found him pretty misogynistic. But I DO think that people make assumptions about women based on hair colour, cliched as it sounds.
Hil R. - May 30, 2006 9:55:22 pm PDT #6860 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I'm fuzzy on who Jessica Simpson actually IS, but I'm told she's some blonde hussy who unaccountably got the role of Daisy Duke in the Dukes of Hazzard movie.
Originally famous as a teenage singer, though I can't remember any song she sang now. Married to a singer from a boy band, though they're now either divorced or separated. Talked a lot about how she's a Christian and therefore wouldn't sleep with him until they were married. Had a reality show on MTV for awhile, where she was revealed to be an absolute ditz, or at least very good at acting like one. (Most mocked segment was when she tried to figure out if "Chicken of the Sea" brand tuna was fish or chicken.) In a magazine interview, her mother claimed that her IQ was 160.
And now I've got to go figure out how to reallocate some of this brainspace to something other than trivia about Jessica Simpson. Anything other than trivia about Jessica Simpson.
(Also, rumor was that she was wearing padding in those shorts, because her actual butt was too flat.)
t searches for brain eraser
Fay - May 30, 2006 11:11:27 pm PDT #6861 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
(Most mocked segment was when she tried to figure out if "Chicken of the Sea" brand tuna was fish or chicken.)
Oh, bless! On our 2nd year of Big Brother we had a FABULOUS ditzy blonde who eventually won over most of the country, much against their will, with her disarming sweetness who came out with this kind of remark All. The. Time. Bless her. For a while I thought she was taking the piss, but eventually I concluded that, no, she really WAS that dumb. Bless. Very sweet natured wee thing, and painfully unworldly. I've forgotten most of her Helenisms, but I do remember her rather earnestly asking another contestant if the chickpeas were really made of chicken.
In a magazine interview, her mother claimed that her IQ was 160.
You know, I rather think that I'd love this to be true. I think it's probably not, but I'm very tickled by the prospect of somebody clever and hot (which I presume she is, more or less) deciding not to be a lawyer or to fight her way up to the boardroom, but instead to play the dumb blonde card in order to make as much money as she possibly can, and investing it cannily, and manipulating her image as seems appropriate to keep the cash coming in, and just sidestepping the whole glass ceiling thing entirely.
...'course, on the other hand it just feeds into the stereotypes and reinforces sexist attitudes and blah blah blah problematic cakes. But it does rather tickle me nevertheless, the notion of a fluffy sex kitten facade hiding a mind like a steel trap. It seems rather a Buffista thing, you know? Yes, there are tiaras and corsets, but then there's also Keats and programming and math and unarmed combat.