Kerry Howley | April 5, 2007
Thank you, Janice Shaw Crouse, Bush-appointed delegate to the 2003 United Nations Commission on the Status of Women, senior fellow at the Concerned Women for America, and former presidential speech writer, for penning this grave and important treatise on the tragic lives of “Washington’s working women”:
When I saw her, as she headed to work on the train early one morning, her hair was still damp and she looked slightly worn and only half awake. Nonetheless, she was quite beautiful. Not beautiful in the dewy, fresh-faced way she probably looked when she arrived in Washington a few years earlier, but very attractive all the same. In spite of her still hard-body figure and smart, slightly provocative clothes, there was a hint of vulnerability in her body language - a certain tentativeness. She was obviously "with" the young man she sat beside, but there was something missing. And it was not just the wedding rings that neither of them was wearing. It was something else.
In Washington, like in most places these days, it works something like this. The young women - fresh out of college, where many of them have experimented sexually to one degree or another - arrive full of ambition and energy…
It's the moving out and moving on, time and again, that eventually take their toll. This calls for more aggressive partying. With enough alcohol to dull the senses (as it lowers the inhibitions and eases the memories), the young woman may manage to ignore the slide at first…
But when a girl hits 30-ish, she begins to sense things slipping away from her. If she's not stupid, she sees that not as many men notice her as once did, and she becomes aware that her biological clock is ticking. If she is not blind, she takes stock of the 40-ish women who arrived before her and likely isn't happy at the thought of ending up like so many of them. Oh, these 40-ish women are talented, experienced and respected for the professional way they can get the job done on the Hill, in the government agencies or in corporations or non-governmental organizations. In many instances, they are absolutely indispensable. But. Big "but."
But what, Janice Shaw Crouse? But they are destined to OD on a truckload of morning-after pills? But their barren wombs will eat away at their damned souls, empty shells of womanhood that they are?
But these professional women are never going to have the big romance that girls dream about.
Dammit! My girlhood dreams of marrying Scott Baio in a Strawberry Shortcake and/or My Little Pony-themed beach wedding are doomed. Never mind the, you know, data, which shows that high-earning women are as or more likely to marry than their low-income counterparts. I think we can all agree that math class is tough.
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Ah, the good old imaginary commuter anecdote that proves /
validates my "point." Cabdrivers work well too, in a pinch.
Shorter Janice Shaw Crouse: All non-virgins are sluts. No one
marries a slut.
I'd like to see some data about women in politics marrying and
bearing children.
As much as I tend to tell whiners to stop whining and figure out
what they really want from life, I recognize and appreciate the
difficulty of doing the latter. It doesn't sound like the
hypothetical woman to which you refer is whining: it sounds like
she's just encountered the common dilemma of spending more time
getting ahead versus fulfilling personal needs.
This is especially problematic in politics, where standing still
doesn't exist: a corollary to Mencken's comment regarding "good"
polticians is that those in politics spend their lives screwing us
in some misguided mission to save the world rather than chasing
their own dreams. As a consequence, I have little sympathy... but
that doesn't mean I don't understand the plight.
When I saw her, as she headed to work on the train early one
morning, her hair was still damp and she looked slightly worn and
only half awake. Nonetheless, she was quite beautiful. Not
beautiful in the dewy, fresh-faced way she probably looked when she
arrived in Washington a few years earlier, but very attractive all
the same. In spite of her still hard-body figure and smart,
slightly provocative clothes, there was a hint of vulnerability in
her body language - a certain tentativeness.
Dear Penthouse Forum,
I never thought this would happen to me, but one day on the way to
work...
The interesting thing about this is not the article but rather Ms. Howley's defensiveness.
Couldn't all these women missing out on a "traditional" family
life move to Indonesia and marry all those men who hate Playboy for
destroying their country's morals? Seems like a match made in
heaven...
I mean, c'mon, these women are talented, respected and successful,
three things I'll never be, so I don't know why they're
complaining.
Damn you, Aaron, you were thinking the same thing I was!
Eh, it just proves again- the most repressed are the most
obsessed...
As a guy, I find CWA's image of us pretty damn insulting.
You know what waiting to get married until you've established a
career does, ladies? It guarnatees that you won't end up with some
guy who resents the fact that you have a career.
She is not hoping to join the ranks of the women who are only indispensable to their boss at work
Because if you have a job, and are good at it, no will ever want
you again. Ever.
...that goes for friends too. No one.
...Ever.
...I'd like to see some data about women in politics
marrying and bearing children.
Thats right....data...lots of hard pounding sweaty data!
"Because if you have a job, and are good at it, no will ever
want you again. Ever."
Shrinks the uterus, you know.
Mission Statement
The mission of CWA is to protect and promote Biblical values among
all citizens - first through prayer, then education, and finally by
influencing our society - thereby reversing the decline in moral
values in our nation.
Which is why I could give a rat's ass.
I was sure disappointed to find out that when she said "experimented sexually in college", she really meant "had sex in college." Not what I was thinking at all, nope not at all.
Personally, I would love a career woman. I work at home and keep
a clean house. Don't worry about kids: I've already got them.
Wanna come over some time, Kerry?
I'd comment on how hot Janice Shaw Crouse is, but that didn't work so well yesterday.
Wait, so Janice Shaw Crouse sees a woman in her mid 20's riding
the Metro to work with her boyfriend, and immediately deduces her
life story, one that is not only sad (by whatever standard you
like) but could also be remedied if only the woman had focused on
traditional family life?
A few things:
1) Sounds like Crouse has had quite a career herself. How much time
does she have for whatever traditional family life she's
promoting?
2) How does Crouse know all this stuff about the woman on the
Metro? Is she psychic? I thought the Bible has nasty things to say
about sorcery...
We've found a witch. May we burn her?
Mission Statement
The mission of CWA is to protect and promote Biblical values among
all citizens - first through prayer, then education, and finally by
influencing our society - thereby reversing the decline in moral
values in our nation.
So why would a Reason correspondant be reading articles from this
publication, aside from looking for something to get pissed off
about?
Any women? Really? Hello? Need mother for my adorable (no matter what the police say) kids! I can make omelettes, pancakes, filet mignon, lobster spring rolls, and hamburgers!
could also be remedied if only the woman had focused on
traditional family life?
After googling her other articles, that appears to be the remedy to
all of life's ills.
Check list:
1) Experimented with having full on sex prior to marriage?
yes
2) Graduated from college and entered the workforce?
yes
3) Grew up to become a ninja, and totally flip out, and kill people
all of the time?
no
Fuck! The formula totally works.
Even for dudes.
"If she weighs more than a duck...
BURN HER!"
nah - just build a bridge out of her...
Is this going to turn into a thread about "Well, she turned me
into a" Newt Gingrich?
PS: He got better.
Oh c'mon, we all know that any women who isn't married and
pregnant by 19 is a slut.
I must say, however, that Concerned Women for America would be a
*great* band name.
Some James:
No. Tim the Enchanter will be by shortly. He can summon Haiku
without match or tinder!
(p.s., Michael Barrett just proved, yet again, why we should have
gotten rid of his whining, sorry ass last year. Hope Lou kicks his
punk ass)
Kerry, my young, libertine slutlet, you are simply too young to know how cursed you are. Go breed now, please.
Ok, serious, guys, fuck 'em all.
They say they want a "career". So they have a "career" and get
pissy and bitchy because they realize (too late) they're not
mothers.
Or
They say they want to "have a family." So they give birth and then
get pissy and bitchy because they realize (too late) they have no
careers.
Done with it. I honestly don't give a flying fuck about how
feminists and/or CWA bitches feel. Get over yourselves, you dumbass
cunts! Your bitching about the toilet seat is emblematic of your
stupidity: quit blaming men because you fall in the bowl and start
paying attention to where you sit. Dumbasses.
Sorry: rant again. (This time, I have the right! I'm a single
father of 3 who's endured countless silly cows who like my company
(in hindsight, probably because I have money), but won't deal with
kids, and won't even have the BALLS to admit they won't.)
No sympathy...none whatsoever...for either side. If your womb is
dead, it's because ytou killed it; if your "career" never existed,
it's because you never even tried, you cunt.
Best band name EVAR (and no, you can't steal it):
Free Beer
FREE BEER! Thursday at Sweeney's Bar & Grill, 9 PM 'til
Close
OK, Passim, fess up: Crouse hired you to make her point look reasonable by comparison, didn't she?
countless silly cows who like my company (in hindsight,
probably because I have money),
That's the only explanation that makes sense.
"nd won't even have the BALLS to admit they won't"
um.
Hr Passim. Um. Maybe you should switch singles bars. Even though
all the gentlemen there are well groomed, smell pleasant, and look
buff. And even though all the ladies wear lots of make up, are
tall, and have really great legs. Somehow, throat scarves are big
there.
Or avoid places, if you're looking for female company, with the
name "Manhole".
This has been a Pubic Public Service Announcement by
the Viking News Netverk.
countless silly cows who like my company (in hindsight, probably because I have money),
That's the only explanation that makes sense.
But they don't take American Express.
I strongly discourage my non-religious male friends from
marrying. It's pointless and dangerous for them to do so. Just find
a woman, have the kids you want and play it safe by not tying your
finances to her, since if she grows bored with you and your
relationship, she can get a penalty free right to take half of
everything you own.
Now cue the smarmy, liberal comments bashing me for telling men to
put their finances and material possessions before "love" and the
outraged women who can't imagine why a religious guy would tell his
non-religious guy friends that they are insane for adhering to what
is fundamentally a **religious** institution.
Why didn't she mention that a DC gal's slide into degradation includes receiving toaster ovens in exchange for anul sex?
NoStar-
Wasn't that in the "Washingtonienne" novel? My wife read it and
talked about it, but I don't recall the details. Just that there
were skittles and drugs involved.
There was a thread some time back at Pandagon about the
toilet-seat-up-vs-down issue. For most of the commentators (many
male), the issue seemed to be more a case of "close the toilet lid
so you don't have the family cat falling into it and waking
everyone up at 2 AM by yowling its head off and trying to jump into
bed with you."
There was one case mentioned where the howls had been enough to
convince the next-door neighbors to call the police. Who showed up
and proceded to fall on the floor laughing.
Thoreau,
That is what I was referencing.
She got her buns toasted once and now she can have toasted buns
whenever she wants.
Slightly off topic: I sure miss the original Wonkette.
*slowly backs away from thread, but pauses long enough to put down tray of freshly-baked cupcakes...
OK, I apologise to all sincerely.
I've just had a hard time lately with women. They seem to come in 3
varieties:
(1) they "love me" (evident to everyone they just love my bank
balance)
(2) they love the fact that I want them to have their own lives,
but they despise any sort of maternal instinct.
(3) they pretend to love my kids, want a thousand more, don't mind
my being the sole breadwinner, and (I swear) they plot to treat the
rugrats like Ishmael.
Just me, I've learned never to trust the so-called "maternal
instinct." And honestly, whenever I go out with a woman, I'm not
just looking for companionship, I'm looking for someone who could
be a good mother. An astonishingly huge number of women have a
problem with that.
Passim
... why should your appraisal of my humor be any different from
anybody else's...
hrumph.
/kicks pebble
OK...I'm going to go off and rant in front of the mirror for a
while.
Kid just got dumped by a stupid girl. So we're hating them for now.
Dumb girls.
And honestly, whenever I go out with a woman, I'm not just
looking for companionship, I'm looking for someone who could be a
good mother. An astonishingly huge number of women have a problem
with that.
How does the shoe fit on the other foot? "Honestly, whenever I go
out with a man, I'm not just looking for companionship, I'm looking
for someone who could be a good provider. An astonishingly huge
number of men have a problem with that."
How does the shoe fit on the other foot? "Honestly, whenever
I go out with a man, I'm not just looking for companionship, I'm
looking for someone who could be a good provider. An astonishingly
huge number of men have a problem with that."
I thought that was both common and acceptable?
Rather, that single mothers look for a man who can be a father to their children.
NO WAY Jennifer! You are NOT getting away with that.
The statements are not equivalent. I said "mother", as in
parent---or don't you know what that means?
The equivalent statement would be "father."
You may well have a valid point, but don't you fucking dare try to
equate provider with father or husband. They are infinitely remote
concepts.
This is another typical morality threat from a typical source,
although we've been seeing it in newsweek and Forbes. It pops up
now and again. Smart women beware, etc etc.
It's crap, and people will ALWAYS do what they want. Sorry,
tale-tellers. No matter how much you wish otherwise, people will be
individuals. Sucks for the article writers, I suppose.
These articles belong in the trash with the diet miracles and
tracts.
You may well have a valid point, but don't you fucking dare
try to equate provider with father or husband. They are infinitely
remote concepts.
Not in your case. You're basically looking for a woman to provide a
service--raising your children for you--just as in my hypothetical
I too am looking for a man to provide a service.
Maybe you'd be better off focusing on companionship and using your
big bankroll to hire a good nanny.
Got one.
No, I'm just looking for a woman who won't run away scared shitless
because a little boy got sick while she was making out with his
dad.
And no, I'm NOT looking for a woman to provide a service--unless
you consider love, affection, and companionship services. If you
were capable of reading, you might realize that. Then again,
considering your profession, love and companionship probably are
services.
Jennifer: While I found Passim's rant earlier to be pretty disgusting, from all the posts I've read of his, he sound slike a damn good father, and I don't think he's looking for someone to raise his kids for him, rather for a partner to raise his kids WITH him, without wanting to ship them off to boarding school or something of the like. Makes sense to me.
"I strongly discourage my non-religious male friends from
marrying. "
i strongly encourage people to follow their will and contact their
holy guardian angle.
and yes i meant angle.
being married is fun.
zu spät - Lass Dir raten: alle von ihr stammenden Bemerkungen überhören und unbeachtet liegen lassen ...
I.S.D.
Thank you.
And Jennifer, it may be a bit late, but I apologize for being a
dick.
In my defense, I just get tired of women who positively swoon over
my being a single dad, but who won't even bat an eye to help one of
my kids.
Still, what I just wrote was ungentlemanly, and therefore
unforgiveable.
Too late - let you guess/advise: all of their coming remarks
over-hear to let lie and unconsidered.
And to think I used to worry about learning languages. With the
Google translator, this makes perfect sense!
OK, Passim, I guess I can see your point: You have kids, you
love them, and you're frustrated that the women you're meeting
regard your kids as a deal breaker. I can see how that must royally
suck.
Just try not to phrase it in the form of a rant and you'll get more
sympathy.
Also, regarding the Crouse article:
I have always wondered how somebody could see a woman in public
with a man who isn't her husband or relative and immediately think
there's something unsavory going on. I used to assume that this was
a cultural thing, that I simply lack the background to understand.
But Crouse is (I assume) a product of American culture, yet she
looks at a woman on the subway with her boyfriend and immediately
conjures up this tale of debauchery and woe, with an inevitable
tragic ending that will leave the woman scarred for life.
WTF?
considering your profession, love and companionship probably
are services.
Alternative journalist?
Nah - Passim it was fine. It just means you get to hear some made up stories about a "sex industry worker".
yeah, thoreau, I've been on a real roll this week: I got dumped,
one kid got dumped, another kid got dumped, and the other one is
"suspicious."
We're all on a big "I hate girls" kick lately. I should know
better, but instead, I make an ass of myself.
Passim,
Send me an email with your email address in it, and I'll send you
my sure-fire feeling-like-crap-after-getting-dumped-alleviation
secret.
I don't want to write it here. It's proprietary. And vulgar. And
despicable.
But it works.
Passim: I've been on a kick like that lately too. And by lately I do mean the last year or so. Why do women hate me?
Joe,
I'm intrigued! Do tell...
Passim,
Sorry to hear that. It sucks for sure, I know.
Explain me this: why is it that everybody questions whether a woman can have both a career and a family, but nobody questions whether a man can? Having a family is considered an asset to a man's career, but a liability to a woman's. Forgive me, but I just don't get it. Maybe it's because I grew up with parents who each had fulfilling careers. Somehow, I emerged unscathed and with mostly pleasant memories of childhood. Imagine that.
bummer, man.
Hang tough!
(some mid career Henry Rollins spoken words (say, Rollins in the
Wry era, but not later) also help detach the mind)
cheers,
VM
But Crouse is (I assume) a product of American culture, yet
she looks at a woman on the subway with her boyfriend and
immediately conjures up this tale of debauchery and woe, with an
inevitable tragic ending that will leave the woman scarred for
life.
Of course she does. Since the CWA's universal standard for
happiness is essentially June Cleaver, that means this harlot
should have been home cooling a pie on the windowsill while making
her husband's dinner, and waiting for their three children to get
home from school. All other paths lead to misery.
I will offer only this advice on getting dumped:
Anger is better than sorrow. Which is not to say that you should
act on that anger, but anger gets adrenaline flowing, and
gives you a surge of energy. You can work your way through that
energy via exercise or work or intense recreation or something.
It's (usually) fast, and when it's gone you feel cleansed. Sorrow,
however, tends to get a person stuck in a rut, and so it can last a
while. It's no good, there's no way to channel it, all you can do
is lie around and feel miserable.
Just be careful: Either emotion is dangerous when mixed with
alcohol.
Thoreau,
That's good advice. Also, starting projects works. Taking music
lessons or joining a book club is good.
I'm getting married. My trick is to use what I call, Zen
Dating™. The first step is to establish a full psychological
examination of the prospective date. Then submit her to invasive
medical procedures. Finally, do not engage in mating rituals until
you are clear that she is worthy.
If that doesn't work, buy a girl from Eastern Europe.
Sounds good, but I don't think you get to pick whether you'll be angry or depressed.
joe,
thanks, and I may take you up on that one day, but for now...
the great thing about being a single father of three boys (one of
whom may or may not be gay...we're all suspicious now...watching
him carefully) is that we can sit around in our underwear, watch
Spike TV, play around on the internet, eat burgers, and complain
about "dumb girls" for hours without any interference...and leave
the toilet seat up
yeah, I'd like a girlfriend, but these are great times...one day,
we may even wash our socks!
Janice Shaw Crouse should move to Saudi Arabia, where it's illegal for a woman to go any where with out a man who's her husband or biological relative. Truly women would be much happier if laws like this were in place.
Passim,
While joe makes you wait for him to tell you his getting dumped
blues remedy, here is my own:
Gather the dumpees for a family movie night and watch the Adam
Sandler flick, The Wedding Singer. Rewind and sing along
during the Love Stinks scene a couple of times.
Laughter kills lonesome, everytime.
"I have always wondered how somebody could see a woman in public
with a man who isn't her husband or relative and immediately think
there's something unsavory going on."
because their secret inner world is covered in so much lube that it
might as well be a slip-n-slide?
i mean, we make jokes like this then you get the 14,000th edition
of paster meth mcfunboy and it's like what the fuck conservative
peoples? just fly your freak flag.
Okay, ladies, clear the room. joe's got some man talkin' to
do.
Get us all a beer while you're out there, by the way.
oh my gawd!!!!! someone captured Pro Liberate and
substituted Ron Hardin for him!!!!
ohnoes!!!!!!!!!
I can take it, Joe. Don't hold off on my account.
Is it dirty? I hope it's dirty.
Now that he's piqued everyone's curiosity, it had better be dirty. Shockingly dirty.
I don't want to say in mixed company.
You mean there's Repocrats and Demublicans in here with us
Libertoonies???
"Don't know about you, VM, but I got my wifebeater on."
nah - spidey underroos. I got the little booties enlarged a bit so
I can wear flippers too, so I'm a hybrid of Aquaman and Spiderman.
I call myself "Fierce Waterbug"!!!!
so lookout badguys who hide under the bed! look out!
"Pro Libertate | April 5, 2007, 4:48pm | #
I'm so dead if my fiancée reads this, aren't I?"
This moose assumed that she already does check out this board. And
a big congrats out to you!
come to think of it, didn't #6 get hitched recently?
Congrats!
(I suspect that, cuz Mrs. Moose reads this - not gonna say if she
posts)
My sources say that it involves Salma Hayek and a crack
squad of Romanian women.
Current Salma Hayek or Desperado Salma Hayek?
Psst. Get closer, guys. It starts with the libertarian trifecta
of Jennifer, smacky, and Linguist.
Sssshhh. I hear someone coming.
Will somebody please tell that dingy broad to get back in the kitchen and make me a sammich!
immediately conjures up this tale of debauchery and woe,
with an inevitable tragic ending that will leave the woman scarred
for life.
C'mon, thoreau, you know projection when you see it.
Then we all go vote Republican. Naked. Yeah, it's kinky, but you only live once. I was attending an orgy in Florida in 2000, and I think we may have made the difference in the election. Hence my anger.
Warren's heartache recipe:
Pack of cigarettes
Fifth of Jim Beam
At least six hours of Koko Taylor and Muddy
Waters
Pour in whiskey. Simmer over blues music. Add cigarettes one at a
time. Howl at moon whenever mixture comes to a boil. Public
urination optional.
Is joe gonna reveal or not?
If he doesn't: Passim, it's been a while since I had to deal with
crazy girl trouble and give myself the full treatment, but music is
the key. You need to listen to music. This will get you
through.
First, you need to wallow in self-pity. Listen to the following
songs:
- "Why Can't I Have You?" by The Cars.
- "Man in the Wilderness" by Styx.
- "Here Come the Tears" by Judas Priest.
- "Wasted" by Def Leppard.
Now that you're nearly suicidal, you need to get bitter and
ANGRY:
- "Lay It on the Line" by Triumph. (Never has a more perfected song
been crafted for what you are feeling at this time.)
- "True Love and True Confessions" by The Babys.
- "Evil Woman" by Electric Light Orchestra.
- "Victim of Changes" by Judas Priest.
Finally, you need to put it all behind you and get inspired to
overcome everything and get back out there and grab onto life
again:
- "The Wall" by Kansas.
- "Last Chance" by Shooting Star.
Of course, like I said, it has been a while since I've had to go
through the whole detox treatment, and some of these songs might
seem a little out of date. But they worked for me.
Also, I recommend that you take the boys along and spend a lot of
time at Hooters.
"Lay It on the Line" by Triumph.
Abso-respect my author-i-tie-lutely.
There's also "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida". . .if you and your ex-girlfriend
used to make out to that hymn, anyway.
Down? Upset? Frustrated with the world? Just pull up a chair
with Uncle Moosie and join him in singing about "my favorite
things"
cock rings and bullwhips
and bright, shiny dildos
crawling around on my knees and my elbows
tying me up with packing string
these are a few of my favorite things!
handcuffs and strap ons
exotic positions
moo'ing and braying and bizarre submissions
corn syrup sticking my sequined g-string
these are a few of my favorite things!
*now you try a verse!
Crouse didn't say anything that I hadn't already learned from This book on the lives of young unmarried hussies in DC.
Never mind the, you know, data, which shows that
high-earning women are as or more likely to marry than their
low-income counterparts
And amazingly they still manage to marry "up".
...senior fellow at the Concerned Women for
America...
Well, what do you expect from and organization founded by the
wife of the one of the co-authors
of the "Left Behind" series of fundy porn?
But these professional women are never going to have the big
romance that girls dream about.
No lady, these women won't be living the big "romance" that YOU
dream about: Tied for life to the same abusive pile of bible
beating trash, popping out babies for JEEZ-us.
That's the fantasy life that adolescent girls masturbate to each
night, right Janice?
They have half the money and all the cat and THEY are unhappy?
WTF?
Sing Along with Uncle Moose, umm, tell my wifey she needs to head
home now ok? We be gettin hungered here.
The mission of CWA is to protect and promote Biblical values
among all citizens - first through prayer, then education, and
finally by influencing our society - thereby reversing the decline
in moral values in our nation.
There are two books in the Bible about women, Ruth and
Esther.
Ruth is widowed. To avoid returning to her family in Moab she moves
to Israel with her mother-in-law, Naomi. There they decide that
Boaz, a nice guy and wealthy, will make a good husband. Since it's
harvest time Naomi sends Ruth to sneak into where the men are
threshing and tells her to sleep under Boaz's blanket. Ruth
convinces Boaz she will make a wise wife since she wants him
instead of a young man. Boaz sends Ruth secretly away so no one
will know they spent the night together, then contacts his relative
who has a better claim to buy Naomi's land and marry Ruth. Boaz
convinces the relative the option on Naomi's property is a bad idea
because he'll have to marry a foreigner woman. When the relative
passes on the deal Boaz buys Naomi's property and marries Ruth.
They live happily ever after.
The Emperor of Persia ditches his first wife for dissing him. Under
a secret identity Esther enters the resulting beauty contest and
makes it to the final round, where she sleeps with the emperor and
ends up winning. First prize is being queen of Persia. As queen she
defies her husband's law, is forgiven, and parlays her political
position to turn the tables on Haman, the enemy of her people.
Revealing her heritage she has Haman and all his sons executed, and
thereby saves her kin, the Israelites living in Persia. They live
happily ever after.
Promote those Biblical values!
Promote those Biblical values!
You mean like this?
Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not
permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under
obedience as also saith the law. And if they will learn any thing,
let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to
speak in the church.
1 Corinthians 14:34-35
Maybe Janice and Beverly should take their own religion's advice
and shut the fuck up.
Also, Beverly might want to ask her Apocalypse-fixated hubby about
this little tidbit from Revelations:
And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the mount Sion, and with
him an hundred forty and four thousand, having his Father's name
written in their foreheads.nd I heard a voice from heaven, as the
voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder: and I
heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps: And they sung
as it were a new song before the throne, and before the four
beasts, and the elders: and no man could learn that song but the
hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the
earth.These are they which were not defiled with women; for they
are virgins. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he
goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the firstfruits
unto God and to the Lamb.
So, only 144,000 celibate men are going to be saved?
Whoops, that was Revelations, 14:1-4. Let is not be said that an atheist doesn't know his Bible.
Ah, what the hell, you all probably couldn't think any less of
me.
There's some good advice up above. Wise, mature advice, but it's
all about heart ache, about getting better, moving on and healing.
I'm not talking about healing. I'm not talking about making your
heart whole. I'm talking about making yourself feel better for a
moment after some really evil woman screwed you over good. I'm
talking about bucking yourself up so you aren't wailing puddle of
pathos. Then you can drink the whiskey and play the music - when
you feel like you're up to it, and you've got the right to.
Remember when I told another poster to eat the something out of his
something mother's something? This is worse, so, if you have any
decency at all, or if you're Jennifer or smacky, for God's sake,
stop reading!
OK, here goes. You think of the really terrible things she did, or
is doing, to hurt you. For example, "She spent eight months playing
with my head so I'd love her, and she was cheating with my
roommates for the last seven." Or maybe, "She hooked up with a guy
who's four inches taller and lot richer than me three days after we
broke up, and she's telling stories about faking her orgasms when
we were together."
Then you say to yourself the magic words:
"Yeah, but she took my dick her in mouth."
BAM! Immediate relief. She's got nothing on you, bro.
Who cares what she's saying now? She took your dick in her mouth!
Oh, poor baby, she decided you weren't good enough for her, and
dumped you at the prom -at the beginning of the prom, then sat with
your mutual friends? You know what? She took your dick in her
mouth! She rolls her eyes and whispers something funny to whomever
she's with whenever you pass on the street, then smirks at you?
That's pretty harsh, but...Slob slob slob slob slob. That's right.
You know it, and she knows it, too.
It's really hard to feel like someone's gotten over on you when you
put it like that.
A M E N !
(omg)
thank God that bill clinton officially made bj's not sexual
relations
Then you say to yourself the magic words
"Yeah, but she took my dick her in mouth."
But therein lies the problem, joe. Some of us are only going to
just that. Your dick, her mouth, all in the past tense. I can't say
I look forward to a life of virtual celibacy, but since no woman
will fuck me, much less talk with me, the one and only you'll ever
had who got away starts looking better and better.
There's no way that comment is still up there tomorrow
morning.
It's been a fun few years, folks, but now I'm going to be
banned.
Akira, I agree. Learning that she put joe's dick in her mouth gives me no comfort at all.
joe,
I would have thought you'd drive by her house and file a report on
all the zone violations you can conjure up.
Now I don't hold with this, but there's an old adage about every girl being a "ten" when she's, um, well, joeing.
Tsk tsk tsk, Joe. The only thing bothering me about your
suggestion is its subtle implication that the woman can't say
something similar (and potentially much sloppier) about you.
I am shocked and appalled.
Joe, you mean *that's* the naughty tale we've been waiting for??? I thought you liberals were more creative than that. You'd barely get banned on the CWA site for that one.
It's been a long time since i had a joe-blob.
been a long time, been a long time
it's been a long and lonely, lonely, lonely time...
Damn, joe. For all the hype, I was hoping for something
involving a coke-fueled three-way with her mother and a midget or
at the very least a "How to get a ten dollar blowjob in NYC"
story.
You should also be disappointed in yourself for not returning the
oral favors.
David, good point.
Perhaps it would be better if joe remembered that "she used to make
me look like a glazed doughnut."
The pleasure is momentary, the position rediculous, and the
expense damnable.
Oh, and it's Revelation, no "s".
* Sigh *
For a magazine called Reason...
I always found that screwing your ex's best friend helps a lot after being dumped.
BAM! Immediate relief.
You have to say this at the Brooklyn Academy of Music? Okay, joe,
but I sure hope this works...
There's an alternative and it works whether you a gay, straight, bi, male, female, etc.: accept that the relationship didn't work out and get on with your life.
joe,
So, what music do you play to these thoughts? Something like "Lips
Like Sugar" by Echo and the Bunnymen?
joe, that was a letdown. Not that it isn't awesome, but you
built it up to be the most heinous, depraved, sexist, awful revenge
tactic ever. I was half expecting you to shout "The
Aristocrats!"
Were it not for the delivery I'd give it a score of 11 on a scale
of 1 to 10.
joe and passim,
Now, my husband and I are among the 0.00001% of the population who
actually have never been dumped. We found each other in college and
never looked back. That having been said, since we've been The
Couple forever, we're the ones our friends hung out with during
their breakups, so we've heard every way of dealing with being
dumped on Earth. This is the best method of dealing with it I can
remember, at least the best that I'm willing to endorse in public
because of liability issues:
1. Photoshop her face onto every monster still you can download.
Share with all your friends via email.
2. Put her name on the mailing list of the most obnoxious religious
organization you can find. If she's very religious, then go to
American Atheists.
3. Make a donation to a political party or advocacy group she
hates, in her name. Be sure to include address and phone number.
This is particularly good because political parties or charities to
which someone has made donations are exempt from the "do not call"
prohibitions and she'll get dozens of telemarketing calls.
Now, the actual bestest ever breakup prank I will not relate
because it's probably fraudulent and in this day and age much more
likely to result in prosecution than it was in the early 90's when
my best friend used it. So, you'll all go on guessing what it was,
like what was in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
So, you'll all go on guessing what it was, like what was in
the briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
A date with Crouse?
Of course, while all this is going on, it's the other party who's claiming to have been dumped...
Hey, now, Jennifer and David, you're getting the wrong
idea.
Fair is fair, after all.
No, Dr. T, I've just wanted to reference the P.F. McGuffin for a long time now, and this is the best chance I'll get.
When I was a college boy*, I met a beautiful girl. She also
happened to be funny, kind and whip-smart. She didn't give a fig
about my lack of kine, and was sure I'd make something of myself
someday. She didn't even freak out over my being a screwy
libertoonian. She didn't sit around waiting for me to make things
happen, either. She made it into law school and is now a successful
attorney. Somehow that hasn't stopped her from being a wife and the
mother of three beautiful children.
Damned shame she cut me loose well before she got the
husband and kids.
Kevin
*Technically, I was "between semesters."
man i'm kinda let down joe, i was expecting some kinda insane
half catholic sex magick curse or something.
or something more obvious like "fuck her best friend." that ALWAYS
helps.
But Crouse is (I assume) a product of American culture, yet
she looks at a woman on the subway with her boyfriend and
immediately conjures up this tale of debauchery and woe, with an
inevitable tragic ending that will leave the woman scarred for
life.
WTF?
Crouse can stuff it. Why even bother acknowledging such a miserable
person's existence. (Also, as an aside: I like how people in DC
talk about their interpersonal and social statuses as if they are
somehow special or different in DC than in any other place.)
the great thing about being a single father of three boys (one
of whom may or may not be gay...we're all suspicious now...watching
him carefully) is that we can sit around in our underwear, watch
Spike TV, play around on the internet, eat burgers, and complain
about "dumb girls" for hours without any interference...
Passim,
You've complained you've been having trouble finding a woman who
will care for your children about as many times as you mentioned in
passing the fact that you and your boys are hating on women for fun
these days. I would advise you to watch what you say to your sons
about women. While at first it might seem like a bonding routine,
you might be unintentionally instilling some very negative
attitudes towards women in your sons. If your "let's hate on girls"
routine is as frequent as you make it out to be, perhaps some of
the women you are bringing home are picking up on that. I, for one,
wouldn't want to care for three boys who think of me as a "dumb
girl" or treat me like one.
Likewise, if a single mother were to say the same thing about men
here, even jokingly, she would be castigated as a man-hating
feminazi bitch and bitter c**t. Why the double-standard, H&R
commenters?
Just something to think about.
Three cheers for Smacky! Those boys are watching you,
Passim--there is nothing so unattractive as a man who blames all
women for his failed dating life as if all women, deep down, are
the same.
Passim, I don't know anything about you or your kids, but is it
possible that you are dating good women but that your kids are
brats? I love kids, but if I was dating a man who had 3
out-of-control kids, I would probably break up with him--even
though I love kids. Being a step-parent is difficult enough even
with well-behaved children.
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