Does anyone read LA weekly? The only time I do is when im waiting at the car wash. I read a very interesting article titled "HOT STICKY AND BOTHERED" women on the prowl. I guess im not the only guy who doesnt make the first move. Im suprised I found this article so interesting.
I saw beautiful people in beautiful clothes standing awkwardly apart from one another, not dialoguing, not smiling, not engaging.
Mostly, I just want this writer to stop writing.
But anyone who thinks their doctor can procure information from their vital organs via his fingertips probably won't live past any major disease or injury anyhow.
Ugh, she is just awful. Why an herbal abortion? Why would you let someone attempt to rub the back of your pelvis through your bellybutton? Why are you trying to fuck your friends? Why do you write like a college freshman?
Thistle said:
Ugh, she is just awful. Why an herbal abortion? Why would you let someone attempt to rub the back of your pelvis through your bellybutton? Why are you trying to fuck your friends? Why do you write like a college freshman?
So many questions. Absolutely no answers besides, of course, retardation.
hullofsorrow said:
I said it was interesting, not good
I didn't really find it interesting, either. She never really addresses in any meaningful way why men may not be as socially aggressive when it comes to dating, and only touches on her own limited personal experience.
Plus, repeatedly mentioning how hot she is made the article a little unpleasant to read, in addition to just very very poor writing.
hullofsorrow said:
I said it was interesting, not good
I didn't really find it interesting, either. She never really addresses in any meaningful way why men may not be as socially aggressive when it comes to dating, and only touches on her own limited personal experience.
Plus, repeatedly mentioning how hot she is made the article a little unpleasant to read, in addition to just very very poor writing.
I just can't fucking imagine why men aren't aggressive socially or romantically with her. If she walked up to me and started talking to me the same way she writes (subject matter included), I'd sure as hell melt away as quickly and quietly as possible, too, no matter how hot she was. Especially if she kept telling me how attractive people found her.
hullofsorrow said:
I said it was interesting, not good
So, now that we women have torn up the article, I'm curious... what did you find interesting about it? What's your opinion on the matter? Do you relate to what she's talking about?
I'm not being snarky, here, I swear.. I think there's an interesting conversation that could take place about this topic, but I don't think discussing the article itself is going to make that conversation happen.
r00kers said:
I think somewhere in the drivel is a core idea:
"Why can't a sexually available and overtly aggressive female find someone to copulate with"
Something like that. If any of it is true, it's an interesting question.
It seems to me that the kind of men she would be likely to meet and be interested in would also be the kind of men who can smell self-involvement and desperation from a mile away and want no part of it.
Just a guess.
Seems like she'd be a good match for a guy like Ian/Ray from High Fidelity. Do those guys actually still exist? Not sure I've met one since the 90s... but I'm sure there at least a few in San Francisco or Sedona or something. The kind of guy who refers to sex as "celebrating and worshiping her inner goddess," etc, etc.
I hate to make the comparison but she writes like a really bad Bret Easton Ellis. I couldn't get past the first page. The first sentence alone made me laugh.
Wow, I've often thought about trying to pass myself off as a doctor who can "procure important information" through only my fingertips... I guess I need to move to LA.
Cassiel said:
I hate to make the comparison but she writes like a really bad Bret Easton Ellis. I couldn't get past the first page. The first sentence alone made me laugh.
My feelings for Sasha only intensified in the days following our breakup. All that I had been holding back came rushing in. I vacillated between despair over the cruel irony of meeting the man of my dreams, had I ever been bold enough to dream so big and so beautiful, and gratitude for a healed heart, for regaining my faith in love and partnership, for experiencing a profound level of intense connection that I never knew was possible %u2014 and for the trust that both Sasha and Nicki, especially Nicki, extended to me in bringing me into their hearts and their marriage. The sadness is attachment and temporality, and still very, very real. It's all those things I judge as old-model and unevolved and beneath me. It's me wanting more Sasha, wanting a shared future, a longer now, a liminal loophole in which we could slip away for a 24-hour infinity and put it all out there, without hurting anyone, an imaginary space wherein he kisses me freely and touches me forever and never has to tear his eyes away to check in with his wife.
Cassiel said:
I hate to make the comparison but she writes like a really bad Bret Easton Ellis. I couldn't get past the first page. The first sentence alone made me laugh.
My feelings for Sasha only intensified in the days following our breakup. All that I had been holding back came rushing in. I vacillated between despair over the cruel irony of meeting the man of my dreams, had I ever been bold enough to dream so big and so beautiful, and gratitude for a healed heart, for regaining my faith in love and partnership, for experiencing a profound level of intense connection that I never knew was possible %u2014 and for the trust that both Sasha and Nicki, especially Nicki, extended to me in bringing me into their hearts and their marriage. The sadness is attachment and temporality, and still very, very real. It's all those things I judge as old-model and unevolved and beneath me. It's me wanting more Sasha, wanting a shared future, a longer now, a liminal loophole in which we could slip away for a 24-hour infinity and put it all out there, without hurting anyone, an imaginary space wherein he kisses me freely and touches me forever and never has to tear his eyes away to check in with his wife.
Well, I wonder if it's possible to look at the article (for lack of a better word) from various gender perspectives a bit. Self involved desperation is the defining characteristic of many males, I suppose. Females, mostly not so much. I have had desperate females approach a few times (even though I have been married since forever) and it is very off-putting. Oddly this does not mate well (npi) with the old quote "A man will swim a river of snot to screw a snaggle-toothed hag on the other bank"
Based on that thinking this desperate woman should be able to walk up to any man, simply say: "Stick it in" and get what she wants. It appears as though men are more discerning than usually given credit for.
"celebrating and worshiping her inner goddess,"
Jeez, glad I never went through that phase. What claptrap.
Shalome said:
It seems to me that the kind of men she would be likely to meet and be interested in would also be the kind of men who can smell self-involvement and desperation from a mile away and want no part of it.
Well, I wonder if it's possible to look at the article (for lack of a better word) from various gender perspectives a bit. Self involved desperation is the defining characteristic of many males, I suppose. Females, mostly not so much. I have had desperate females approach a few times (even though I have been married since forever) and it is very off-putting. Oddly this does not mate well (npi) with the old quote "A man will swim a river of snot to screw a snaggle-toothed hag on the other bank"
Based on that thinking this desperate woman should be able to walk up to any man, simply say: "Stick it in" and get what she wants. It appears as though men are more discerning than usually given credit for.
"celebrating and worshiping her inner goddess,"
Jeez, glad I never went through that phase. What claptrap.
Self involvement and desperation are shared equally between the sexes, I'm afraid. Culturally, women's desperation takes on more of a tone of wanted commitment and romance than sex, but it's really the same thing.
Also, that thing about men being willing to do anything for sex is just a lie. Most men I know have standards and would rather jerk off than fuck someone they don't find attractive.
hullofsorrow said:
I said it was interesting, not good
So, now that we women have torn up the article, I'm curious... what did you find interesting about it? What's your opinion on the matter? Do you relate to what she's talking about?
I'm not being snarky, here, I swear.. I think there's an interesting conversation that could take place about this topic, but I don't think discussing the article itself is going to make that conversation happen.
This sounds like a sex in the city episode fragment I skipped by. I suppose I can relate to the guys who dont make the first move. But I think its just shyness, not all what she has made it out to be. Man this thread has just exploded!
Also, that thing about men being willing to do anything for sex is just a lie. Most men I know have standards and would rather jerk off than fuck someone they don't find attractive.
This has been my personal experience, but I have wondered if the generalization still held.
Culturally, women's desperation takes on more of a tone of wanted commitment and romance than sex
I understand that the popular view is that the asymmetry is purely cultural, but are we really, truly sure? The romance part certainly has cultural roots as the notions of romantic love are a relatively recent development and mostly western. The commitment bit? maybe not so much.
Cassiel said:
I hate to make the comparison but she writes like a really bad Bret Easton Ellis. I couldn't get past the first page. The first sentence alone made me laugh.
My feelings for Sasha only intensified in the days following our breakup. All that I had been holding back came rushing in. I vacillated between despair over the cruel irony of meeting the man of my dreams, had I ever been bold enough to dream so big and so beautiful, and gratitude for a healed heart, for regaining my faith in love and partnership, for experiencing a profound level of intense connection that I never knew was possible %u2014 and for the trust that both Sasha and Nicki, especially Nicki, extended to me in bringing me into their hearts and their marriage. The sadness is attachment and temporality, and still very, very real. It's all those things I judge as old-model and unevolved and beneath me. It's me wanting more Sasha, wanting a shared future, a longer now, a liminal loophole in which we could slip away for a 24-hour infinity and put it all out there, without hurting anyone, an imaginary space wherein he kisses me freely and touches me forever and never has to tear his eyes away to check in with his wife.
Hurts, don't it?
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Wow I read the first two sentences than asked myself "What the hell am I doing with my life."
Seriously, reading something so vapidly inane has made me question my own existence and what I want to do because I don't want to be so...whatever she is.
triplegold
Burbank, CA
August 2005
JUL 05, 2008 12:38 PM