The Supreme Court will have to put a hold on each and every scheduled Texecution because the state of Texas is run by a pack of psychotic, dry-humping, Mexican-hating, closeted misanthropes who have their best sex when a person of color gets injected.
I just can't add a thing to that. Well done, ma hunnies.
This is an interesting exchange. Driftglass, arguably the best writer in the blogosphere, has responded to my earlier post about body image and sex, which, in turn, was a response to a post at Shakespeare's Sister.
It's not getting incestual incestuous*, here, folks, but it may turn into a blogging orgy. Feel free to join in, but please keep in mind I'll be wearing these to the party, if nothing else...
Ha.
Like a lot of intelligent sexy men, Drifty is strongly influenced by the works of David Mamet, particularly Glengarry Glen Ross. He took my post and gave it a decidedly masculine turn on the dance floor using said film. I'll let you read the post your own self, there really is nothing more "intelligence is an aphrodisiac" than spending 22 minutes, sometimes less but really there's no hurry, reading Drifty's writing. Does it for me.
I've been thinking of writing a counter-post to Drifty for a while now on the whole Glengarry (some also go for The Godfather but the song is the same, I think) as the defining masculine foil. I have been thinking over and over, and not necessarily with pride in my gender, that the defining female film is actually, yeah, I have to admit,
Bridget Jones' Diary.
Bear with me. Nearly everything a woman needs to know is in this movie.
"Rule number one: look gooooorgeous."
"Resolution #1: uggg - will obviously lose 20 lbs. #2: always put last night's panties in the laundry basket. Equally important: will find nice sensible boyfriend and stop forming romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workoholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts. Will especially stop fantasizing about a particular person who embodies all these things."
"This is an occasion for genuinely tiny knickers."
Plus, she makes blue soup for her birthday.
And dang, you have to give a gal credit who, after having anal with Hugh Grant, teases him into doing it again.
But I have to admit: Drifty has a point. If I was back in graduate school, studying "Madwoman in the Attic" and other feminist litcrit, I'd write a paper showing how the homosocial relations with Darcy, Wickham, and indeed, Bingley (gasp!) are mirrored, like everything else in P&P, by Bridget Jones and company.
"Homo-social" is not a sexual term but relates to how men vs. men competition and one-upmanship control how men relate to and value/undervalue women. For Mark Darcy, life, meaning in this movie his relationship with Bridget Jones, is actually about whether he will ultimately win against Daniel Cleaver. Cleaver is the nemesis prick who is hyper-successful in the bedroom, office, bank, and bar. Darcy must destroy him to have any hope of manhood. This scene proves your point entirely, Drifty, I bow to your wisdom:
And you see how this movie teaches women how to walk away from the dream man who is not the man for you.
I think Drifty would agree with me that for both genders, intimate relationships are, at their best, a refuge from one's own insecurities. A man, as Drifty says,
battles every day to establish and maintain dominance and position, whether it was a question of who steps aside on the sidewalk, who sinks the eight ball, who sucks up better, who gets the office, or who leaves with the cute brunette.
Note he said brunette instead of blonde. Nice touch, hon. My hope would be that an intimate relationship with the right woman would at least soften the pain of the battle, and vice-versa for women and the pressure to be any certain way. Bridget loves Darcy ultimately because he likes her "just the way she is."
Of course there are still important lessons for men in Bridget Jones. The whole "nice boys don't kiss like that" motif.
Yes, they fucking do, though there are better lessons in how to do that sort of thing, even though he's, yeah I know, Jack Nicholson. When you watch this? Remember. The guy who wrote these words, the screenplay with this amazing statement of love that is a skillet which melts and carmelizes me slowly and sweetly? Marc Andrus, a guy with no camera time and who comes up empty on a Google image search, no one knows what car he drives or if he's "hot," he's successful but not in the spotlight. He's not married to Nancy McKeon, different guy. Interesting that people definitely know what David Mamet looks like times 37,000. Hm.
That is how you do it, my friends. Just like that.
For a friend who's off to a wedding today. It's good advice anytime but specially at social occasions. Channel the 1964 Mick and innocuous encounters will become provocative opportunities.
I just want to say a few words about the fact that Dennis voted against SCHIP because legal immigrant children were not covered by the current bill.
I don't think anyone doubts Kucinich's street cred on wanting universal health care for all Americans. Since the bill is undoubtedly going to be vetoed, K-man could afford to "play politics" with this one. Sad to say.
I also have to admit that I play politics the same way here in Alabama. I am one of those who votes AGAINST every single constitutional amendment that comes before us voters.
Alabama needs a new constitution. Our current constitution, written in 1901, refuses home rule to every county in Alabama. That means the voters state wide must decide on basic issues as barking dogs, litter, weeds and other health and safety problems. We are nearing 800 amendments to the state constitution. The Legislature has done NOTHING to advance a new constitution, and has blocked it by scaring voters into thinking new constitution means a tax increase. Huh?
So I vote no on everything, even the 2000 amendment "allowing" mixed-race marriages (yeah that had not been enforced for a couple decades but still).
Am I for prohibiting mixed-race marriages? No way, I my own self had kids with a Norwegian.
But I won't vote for a single solitary amendment. We demand a new constitution. Am I playing politics? Yep.
I left this comment over at Shakespeare's Sister and dang if it wasn't a Blue Gal post its own self. This is a very frank, not necessarily safe for work post and I apologize if some of my readers are offended by its language.
may I speak frankly, Liss? Because as a dead ringer for Nigella Lawson,
...except my butt is way bigger, I have a few things to say and I've actually been thinking about this all morning.
There are men who think they need arm candy in order to impress other men. They are actually engaging in homoerotic dating, pleasing other men rather than themselves.
Then there are women who look like arm candy, but when they get a boob job it makes them look sexy but sex hurts after the surgery forever, so they are sick, sick people.
Speaking frankly, dear. Just remember that, but in this instance I really don't know how else to put it:
Then there are men who really want to titty-fuck their much-loved woman until their brains don't work any more, and women for whom that feels really really good. These women have generous bodies and happy sex partners.
Sorry I just had to get that off my chest, which is a 40DD in case anyone is wondering.
Oh the reason I thought of this was I glanced at the most recent Marie Claire magazine yesterday, and it had articles on "achieving your happy weight" and also get this, Got Curves? Style fixes that do the trick.
They can fuck me, and I don't mean in the happy-weight titty-fucking way, either.
Dolce and Gabbana say the riding crop is the must-have accessory for fall. The fashion team at Blue Gal agrees, and thinks you should carry one on the floor of the House and put it to use on those Democrats who vote against the health interests of American children. After all, Madam Speaker, that is your job.
There just seems to be a churning and a weird energy, whatever, around the blogs today.
I haven't been able to stop crying all morning. I'm going through my own personal rough patch but this is something else. Maybe it's Burma. The monks have been in my thought for several days now...
It's like an atmosphere, not of doom, but rather the morning of what we all know will (continue to) be a long and costly battle against the forces of darkness.
And we haven't been enough to end this administration. Fox News continues to lie. The war continues to kill. The economy, stupid. Veterans are treated like shit. The battle seems too damn large. And then I see a W sticker on a Lexus SUV during carpool today. I know where my crowbar is, too, but I'm running late.
Are we enough? I hate to let Kenneth Branagh answer for me, but his Henry V is his best, anyhow.
We bloggers, the modern day version of a small band of brothers. Modern-day '50's commie eggheads, more like. But still. If you are on the battlefield with me, we are family. We happy few. Sigh.
Chats with Manila are always entertaining and often publishable. I usually get permission unless he has to drop my chat to go service one of the many female love slaves that insist on lining up outside his modest LA apartment. me: turns out left wing religious gals are particularly hawt. but I knew that. Manila: why? who other than you is hot? me: suzy...she's a Quaker...you wouldn't know her... but we're both Quakers
BTW? Oy. Someone needs to tap Bill Maher in the head with a menorah...shilling for Israel is so 1968. But I think the fact that Janeane can say what she said, and Chris Hedges in Adbusters is doing the same, shows a tipping point in this so-called debate.
The All Monks Burmese Alliance is calling on the people to stand outside their homes for 15 minutes of prayer at 8:00 pm, each evening for three days, starting Sunday, 9-24-07. That would UCT/GMT 14:00:00 from 9/23/07 thru 9/25/07.
I did the math. That is 9:30 am Eastern Time, we are AHEAD of Burmese time. Sunday Monday Tuesday. Fifteen minutes. I can stop and support this.
