Total change of topic: did anyone share these graphics about sex from OKCupid?
This comment, especially without context, was hilarious:
@Truth, @Fred, your statements about old men needing rough sex due to circumcision don’t hold. I’m 74, cut, and have learned to have mind-blowing orgasms solely by tickling my anus with a goose feather.
And thus begins Newt Gingrich's campaign for the White House.
BWAH, Billytea. I didn't read the comments.
It's a bunch of photographs of awesome men's fashion ads from the 1960s and 70s. Just fabulous.
I would just like to say:
MEN
IN BELTED SWEATERS.
It's not easy being an adopted grandpa. Tonight was recital night for the classical mini-orchestra she's in. They're so much better than I would have been at that age, but dear lord, classical music shouldn't be made to sound like that. On the one hand, cute, serious, trying-so-hard kids. On the other hand, beautiful music in agony. I could hear what the music was trying to be, and they just weren't getting there. However, my job is to say, "You were terrific!" not to critique the music. But now I'm wondering how hard my folks were biting their lips and telling themselves, "We love our daughter, this is our job."
MEN
IN BELTED SWEATERS.
It's like a zen koan, or something.
Does anyone really have that moment where they're looking at someone and lying obviously saying "yes?" while they're hoping to be corrected "no!"? And does it really make gripping drama? I think it's completely tiresome.
MEN IN BELTED SWEATERS.
I think Men in Belted Sweaters will be a hot new band out of Brooklyn.
The rough/gentle sex one makes a hell of a lot of assumptions about a lot of things.
It's self-reported - not scientific, but not OKCupid's assumptions either:
Here, we took a single question—Is your ideal sex rough or gentle?—and scraped people's profile text for the words that most correlated to each answer.
I think Men in Belted Sweaters will be a hot new band out of Brooklyn.
But it will be an entirely female band, and they will wear neither belts nor sweaters.
I am up early (what? it's my day off, and I love sleeping in) to await the arrival of the wizards known as the air-conditioning-fixit dudes. I assume they arrive on dragons, being wizards and all.
Then I can go pick up my laptop, which made it from The Rift and should be delivered at my office this morning.
Then I can come back, crank up the a/c, hook up the computers to transfer data from the old one to the new one, and take a nap. Booyah.