Let the men play with dolls
On the local news the other day the reporters were all in a tizzy over something that frankly I didn’t think was either news or newsworthy - Real Dolls. Yes, they were all blathering on about how some people get them and have relationships with them instead of real women and even [GASP!] have sex with them.
Real Dolls have been around for a while helping socially retarded people and fetishists have lasting relationships with latex ladies for years - there are even Dolls for women - although for me there ain’t nothing like the real thing baby.
The news was focusing mainly on the set of men that are lonely and socially inept. They were talking about it as if it were a psychological aid of some kind but every once in a while they got a bit salacious just to make it sound all deviant and wrong. I’ll bet the same reporter has a drawer full of “devices” and an obstacle course constructed out of Liberators in her bedroom.
The news was also making a big deal over the fact that some of these men have relationships with their Dolls - to that I say SO WHAT? It’s not like they are parading them around town, or trying to marry them - okay well I suppose they could have a quiet little ceremony in the back yard.
I can’t imagine wanting to delve into another person’s personal life so I can ridicule them for doing something that makes them happy in the privacy of their own home and I was floored by the fact that the news felt the need to report on it. I’ll see if I can find a replay of the report online and watch it again to see if I missed out on some bit that was newsworthy but I highly doubt there was anything there in the first place.
Filed under *Life | Comment (0)Everybody ZUMBA!!
My friend Julie and I have joined a health club near my office and we have agreed to push each other to get there at least 3 times a week. Tonight was Zumba [not to be mistaken for Zombo] night!
Our instructor today was a female body builder or maybe just a trainer but she did say that she was in a competition last weekend and then she struck this pose and I could have sworn it was a one just like I’ve seen Hulk Hogan do. She has a heck of a sense of humor and she really got us motivated to do lots of sexy shakin’ of The Butt.
My kids keep asking me what I want for Mother’s Day and after tonight’s Zumba session.. I have it! I want some proper dance/exercise shoes like these:
They will be totally worth it too since wearing a pair of cross-trainers that stick to the floor every time you try to do a simple shuffle or merengue really hurts your body and not in a “GREAT I’ve really worked out!” kinda way. It’s more like “Holy hell! what have I done to my poor body?” or maybe even the “did you get the license plate of the truck that just ran over me?” kinda way.
Filed under *Life | Comment (0)I should be sleeping
But I’m not.. because I’ve taken up this stupid obsession with World of Warcraft. Yes. I said World of Warcraft. It’s just a beautifully done game and I’ve always been a sucker for quests and cooperative gaming.
I have a level 27 human rogue and a level 24 gnome warrior - I play on Cairne and if you want to run along with me - drop in a comment and we can meet up for bashing and slashing :)
(but not right now.. I’m going to bed)
Filed under *Life | Comment (1)Windstream… more like a Windbreaker!
So, there’s something wrong with something at Windstream.. I cannot access my own site! I *can* use LiveWriter to update my site.. how is that even possible? I would call them to see what’s up but I don’t want to speak to the incredibly polite yet unbelievably inept offshore Indian help desk.
My suspicion is that a DNS server is horked up somewhere along the line and it will resolve itself.
**Edit 7:43 AM Friday**
I just checked and it’s back up.. I can now post this entry :)
Filed under *Life | Comment (0)Mozillironic
I just installed Firefox on my new laptop - isn’t it ironic that I had to use Explorer to do so?
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