My Evangelical Mother Says a Real Man Is a Playboy and a Scoundrel
Real Man: Do women who pant for onscreen bad boys inadvertently groom their sons to grow up to be like their idols?
Real Man: Do women who pant for onscreen bad boys inadvertently groom their sons to grow up to be like their idols?
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . farting in a Cadillac. Mmm . . . reminds me of . . . Mom. Home. Grandpa. Tears in my eyes.
Bickering homeless companions remind me of Joe Buck and Ratso Rizzo. An odd way to warm my soul during a cold valet shift.
Girl Chip: Have you ever worked with a woman who is twice as macho and tyrannical and sadistic as any of your male co-workers?
Have you ever noticed that the American people want a lot of contradictory things, and their desires change from speaker to speaker?
Conservatives who complain about LIBERAL BIAS generally have to use binoculars to see the center of the political spectrum.
Some men go out for hamburger when they can have steak at home. Me? Quality meat arrives on my doorstep and begs to be let in. Like a dog.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . a street hustler with a fly rapper name and a deck crip walk.
Crazy People: Is it me, or is it you? I’m never quite sure. And if you ARE sure, then you’re probably crazy.
Common lore, amongst women, assumes that men only want one thing. Not true. They want two. Big ones. In their hands and face. All the time.
I could swear there are invisible segregation monitors throughout Chicago. Come on, people . . . try the road LESS travelled, for a change!
For a moment, a late-night duel between a demented rubbish flinger and a dutiful parking valet seemed like a matter of life and death.