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You have no idea how important this web page is to me. There is nothing I love more than laughing myself into hysterics while listening to this song – and not just during the holidays, no! This song is, quite possibly, the funniest unintentionally funny song EVER – anyone who rides in my car more than once quickly learns this.
1. If the game is rigged so you can’t win, find another game or invent your own.
2. If you’re not winning because you don’t know the rules, learn the rules.
3. If you know the rules but aren’t willing to follow them, there’s either something wrong with the game or you need to change something in yourself.
4. Don’t play the game in a half-baked way. Either get all the way in or all the way out.
5. It shouldn’t be necessary for others to lose in order for you to win. If others have to lose, re-evaluate the game’s goals.
If you’re too lazy to read the article, the gist is that the writer of the “need advice” letter doesn’t find his wife sexually attractive anymore because she stopped shaving her legs. He comments that she used to do it before they were married, but wasn’t happy about it, and stopped doing it regularly once the ink was dry on the marriage certificate. He’s tried telling her he doesn’t find it attractive and she still won’t shave.
Cary’s advice: “I suggest you try to make it interesting and fun” is the most asinine thing I’ve heard in a while. When did women become petulant toddlers? Do we also need men to cut our vegetables into goldfish shapes to incite us to eat them? It’s her fucking BODY we’re talking about here. She’s aware that her husband doesn’t find her natural legs attractive. She chooses not to shave because she DOESN’T WANT TO SHAVE HER LEGS. It’s not about HIM, it’s about HER. HER BODY, HER DECISION. If this guy has stated his opinion on hairy legs, and his wife doesn’t “comply” with his desires, he needs to either shut up and masturbate, buy a RealDoll (which he can totally customize!) or readjust his thinking and accept his wife’s authority over her own body. Cary waffles on that, and it pisses me off.
I admit that I’m biased – I don’t shave my legs with any regularity. Does it matter why? I mean, really? It’s a choice I make – like the colour of my hair or what t-shirt I want to wear or what books I choose to read. My husband is fine with that – he finds my fuzzy legs “neutral” in that they’re neither a turn-on or a turn-off. They’re simply a pair of legs.
The hair GROWS there – just like it does on men. How is it that men’s leg hair is fine and dandy but women’s is gross and disgusting and a total turn-off?
Fuck THAT.
This absolutely, positively disgusts me. It makes my skin crawl.
I’m completely and utterly horrified. If I lived anywhere near there, I’d be protesting all over the fucking place. I’d make it my life goal to march around with signs and chants and the whole fucking nine yards. How DARE they?
I want to say more – but I’m totally disgusted that a bunch of middle-aged white priviledged men are able to make decisions like this – helping keep women from controlling their own *lives*. It agitates me to the point that I can barely express it.
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CANCER (June 21-July 22): As of this week, I have written 1,500 astrology columns. Some have been better-written and more useful than others, but I’ve given my utmost effort to every single one. My style has mutated over the years; the horoscopes I penned in, say, 1994, are so unlike those I write now that they almost seem to be the product of a different author. But then I myself have transformed radically since then, so it makes sense that my work has, too. In fact, my personal development has been fueled by my growth as a writer. I urge you to do what I’ve just done, fellow Cancerian. Take an inventory of the big tasks you’ve been doing for years. Evaluate the way they’ve evolved and how they’ve shaped your destiny. It’s time for an expansive look at the labors of love that have made you who you are.
As most of you know, the fabulously talented Nicole (also here) designed my blog for me. She pieced it all together from my various desires and made it pretty AND functional. I can take no credit!
I think I’m going to start trying to learn CSS. And where better to do it than here, on my blog? (Indeed.) If things start to look a little wonky, please let me know. I’m going to be working on this very slowly and very gradually so as not to scare the crap out of myself. (A few months ago I wanted to change a tiny little detail of the blog’s appearance and ended up sending increasingly panicked emails to Nicole, begging her to help me restore it. Yeah, I know NOW that I should have just made a backup copy of the css code. Where were YOU back then?!)
Anyway – any suggestions? What would you like to see differently? I’m open to ideas!
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