Feminists do it again - they are behind the drive to allow topless swimming at a swimming pool in northern Sweden. As one man said, "We're used to naked people. Nobody cares." It would be great if that kind of attitude existed in America. Women breastfeeling babies are given the hairy eye-ball in this country, and they are sometimes ordered to a restroom so that they don't "offend" anyone. I would not eat in a public restroom, and I don't expect to be told that a baby deserves to eat in such a place.
According to a survey by Gametart (I love that name), women who play video games have sex more often. Alright!! I haven't played games in awhile, but I have been curious about Second Life for several months now. Once I have a book or two ready to sell, which is only going to be a matter of time now, I would love to open a store in Second Life to sell my books. I also want that bed that simulates multiple sex acts. That game is so subversive it's been semi-bashed on TV shows like "CSI". Hey, free advertising!
Man boobs on flabby guys - bad. Pec implants to make the average sunken male chest look like Adonis's torso - good! More men are getting pec implants. I suppose that kind of rock-hard chest is harder to achieve with weightlifting and exercise, but what's with the war rhetoric? Here's a quote from the article: "A guy with a great chest looks like a warrior, wearing armor for battle. Nothing can penetrate that hull." There's also the not-so-subtle sexual innuendo with the word "penetrate". So maybe men are getting to be as neurotic about their bodies as women have been for aeons.
Tricky Dicky's is the first pole-dancing club to open in the UK that features male pole dancers who dance for a straight female clientele. Men are not allowed in, except for the nearly two dozen male dancers. Will straight women be drawn to such a club? I need to check on the first brothel in Las Vegas that caters to women. I wondered how that would work out, since it is men who traditionally pay for the services of a brothel. When I was in my early twenties, I was offered a pole dancing job at The Block in Baltimore. I was flattered that the owner thought I was attractive and sexy enough to pull that off, but I could never do something like that. I didn't like the "fringe benefits". Plus on The Block pole dancing seemed sleazy. Strippers manage to find me anyway, though. When I worked on an indie horror film in North Carolina, my makeup assistant worked nights as a stripper. She was a very good makeup assistant. I trained her. I knew she went on to work as a production assistant in local films. I don't know if she got more work in movies, but I always wished the best for her.
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