Amy Alkon will interview Maggie Arana, author of Stop Calling Him Honey and Start Having Sex: How Changing Your Everyday Habits Will Make You Hot for Each Other All Over Again tomorrow. Here are the details.
Amy Alkon will interview Maggie Arana, author of Stop Calling Him Honey and Start Having Sex: How Changing Your Everyday Habits Will Make You Hot for Each Other All Over Again tomorrow. Here are the details.
Amy Alkon is a feminist joke.
Deal with it.
And if you think identifying yourself with the most purulent demographic offensive to men is a good idea, you’re also out with the cows.
Feminists are toxic to men. It’s eight o’clock. Here’s the coffee.
I listened to this show, and all it did was convince me that the modern American girl has nothing to think or talk about but sex. Because that’s all she has to offer a man.
Is she going to be my life partner? No. Is she going to be my helpmate? No. Is she going to be the mother to raise my children? No.
Well, then I’m done. What does she have to offer me, sex? I already had sex with her. The second time around the block is no different than the first. It’s not like I can’t replace her for a tequila shot and a lie to the face. It worked on her. It will work again.
I found this interview silly. Men don’t clean. Men don’t cook. Men talk in baby voices. This is the attitude of the modern American girl. It’s insulting. It’s demeaning. And it’s as irrelevant as it is stupid.
I clean my house. I always have. I cook. I’ve been cooking for my entire family since I was 8. Baby voices are spoken by babies.
Listen to these two women. All they talk about is sex. But, then, without sex how are they going to keep a man around? How are they going to have access to 50% of his income and assets? How are they going to get presumptive paternity?
And then they go off on this wild tangent about bodily functions. Like both women and men don’t belch or fart or shit or piss.
It’s ridiculous. Amy Alkon should change her screen name to the Maladvice Godless. I don’t hear her saying anything about the marriage contract, which is exploitative of men, or the court system, which is discriminatory against men.
And then they start talking about toilet seats. “It’s this thing with me EX-husdand, where I kept falling into the toilet.” Um, in my house, we look before we sit on the toilet. If you’re so stupid that you don’t look to see that the seat is down, then you’re an idiot. I look before I sit down on the toilet. You know why? Because I don’t want to dump my ass in the toilet.
But these girls, and I use that word specifically because these are not women, all they talk about is sex. And the usual complaints about cleanining, cooking, not putting the toilet seat down. Give me a break.
Neither one of them is worth a tequila shot and a lie to the face. I wouldn’t have sex with either one of them. It’s not worth it.
They keep talking about their partner, about being a couple. Oh, it’s about having a long term relationship. It’s all about sex!
Okay, fine. She offered me sex. I had sex with her. End of story. She can buy her own house. And she can look to see that the toilet seat is down before she dumps her ass in the toilet, which is where it belongs.
Both of these women are idiots.
A serious woman would be discussing the marriage contract. But, no, she’s not going to discuss that. Instead, she blabbers on about cooking and cleaning.
The modern American girl is worthless. And anyone who marries her is a fool.
I recall when sex when sex was Always hot. My only TRUE love would become totally transformed by my great sex flame . The fire Robust sons we produce were the gods of all but then came the first time She put of my hot sex and produce water babies, cry babies as we see in the post above who can never love as we loved and suffering from amnesia and then we read in The Book of Isaiah that a water baby would be the leader of the wolf and the lion and the lamb not harmed and for me this is only the story of my great love for my only True Love she can not live with me and she can not live without me and no one has ever experienced the heights of Great love for each other as she has for her husband and i have for my only true love my wife who produced sons of fire and now whiney water babies the seraphim hold nose from stagnat water stink we must endure but the day will come when the great fire flame will of my love for my wife will again transform HER by the great fire sex flame when my world will rule as she embrace submission
I don’t know where this guy is coming from. Love is an emotion, and it’s fleeting. Luck is a lady, and she’s fickle. Sex is sex. What I care about is the law, because I am held accountable under the law.
Oh, and I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y15iusA4ylc
While the time’s getting hard for you, little girl
I’m a humming and a strumming all over God’s world
You don’t remember when you got your last meal
And you forgot just how a woman feels
You didn’t know what rock and roll was
Until you met a drummer on a Greyhound bus
I got there in the nick of time
Before he got his hands across your state line
Well in the middle of the night, on the open road
The heater don’t work and it’s oh so cold
You’re getting tired baby, looking kind of beat
The music of the strett knocks you off your feet
You didn’t know how rock and roll looked
Until you caught your sister with a guy from the group
Halfway home in the parking lot
By the look in her eye she was giving what she got
I, I, I, I’m once bitten twice shy, babe
Woman you’re a mess, gonna die in your sleep
On the blood on my amp and my Less Paul heep
I can’t leave you home cause you’re running around
My best friend told me you’re the best thing in town
You didn’t know that rock and roll burned
So you bought a candle and you loved and you learned
You got the rhythm, you got the speed
Momma’s little baby likes it short and sweet
I, I, I, I’m once bitten twice shy, babe
I didn’t know you got a rock and roll record
Until I saw your picture on another guy’s jacket
You told me I was the only one
But look at you now, well it’s dark as it’s done
I, I, I, I’m once bitten twice shy, babe
Every girl I have ever dated or been to bed with already had a boyfriend. He was nobody when the new kid came into town. What is there to lead me to believe it’s going to be any different when she has a husband? The difference is that her husband is responsible for child support. That’s the law.
This guy is talking about great love, quoting the Bible, referring to submission. He’s a joke, just like the women on this radio show. They talk about partnership and sex, while they complain about cooking, cleaning, and bodily functions. It’s so predictable, it’s boring.
That is what the modern American girl is, boring. All she have to offer me is sex, complaints and debt. Which is why I won’t have anything to do with her. She offered me sex. I had sex with her. She wants to complain about something? I’ll give her something to complain about. She can complain that I didn’t call her. And as far as debt goes, she’s on her own. She has a job, she earns a salary, and her debt is her responsibility, not mine.
All of my life, and I’m going back to junior high here, over forty years, I’ve been told by girls, “I don’t need for you to take care of me.” Okay, fine, take care of yourself. Buy your own house, do your own shopping, cooking and cleaning. That’s what I do. You want to complain about bodily functions while you fart in my face? I already had sex with you, and since you have nothing else to offer me, but debt and complaints, bye.
Siefried funeral march
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC-pA81QxGs&feature=related
Oh, so you want to get into a rock and roll duel with me? You don’t have the experience.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEkXAHIKdKI
“Wham bam, thank you ma’am.”
That woman who is the love of your life, you know the one you pledged 50% of your income and assets to, the one who you assumed presumptive paternity for–are you sure your child is even yours?–that one, I knew her when she used to rock and roll.
Don’t be surprised that her child is mine. But I won’t have to pay for it. You will, sucker.
The greatest movie line ever comes from Quantum of Solace, when James Bond is talking to a female operative.
He says, “You’re not my type.”
She says, “Independent?”
He says, “No, single.”
Yeah, that’s right. The only women worth having sex with are married. Then the husband is stuck with the bill, and you walk off.
She offered me sex. I had sex with her. End of story.
But you? You talk about love, as if that means anything. You quote from scripture, as if that means anything.
I had sex with your wife. She offered me sex. I had sex with her. A child was the result, and now you’re responsible.
Do you like apples? How do you like them apples?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nULwgHsVqw
“Go ahead, bite the Big Apple. Don’t mind the maggots.”
“are you sure your child is even yours”
Funny question in my case, as we used donor embryos for out triplets (10 years old today!!!!!!!!) I am sure our children are not mine. Heck, they are not even my wife’s!
Trey