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"Anyone can act presidential. "
It's a lot harder to do what I do.


Friday, May 21, 2010

Vignettes of the mind's eye as America trashes itself to pieces of ultra expensive ethnic stupidities

madmen2.jpgMadmen Season One, last 60 seconds of episode 9. January Jones as Mrs Draper, smoking away in a nightgown in the back yard, shooting the neighbor's pigeon's after he told her kids he would kill their dog for going after one, while Bobby Helms sings "You Are My Special Angel"

The entire reason I decided to watch this INCREDIBLE, well written, well acted, superbly directed, galactically captivating series was this picture.
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She voted for McCain.
One look at her and my jewish grandma came flying out of the grave shrieking "NO NO NO NO"

UPDATE: The office manager at Sterling Cooper Advertising, and another lead character ... Christina Hendricks
christina-hendricks-and  the watermelon 0510-lg.jpgThe oxygen has left the room. That watermelon is liable to drip, you know.
And here's the damned thing .. these gals can REALLY act.

Here is Ms Hendricks on how to behave men, ..I don't she was in the market for boys even when she was 13.

Even if you're insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you're not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it's you.

Speaking of your body, you don't understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven't smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It's intoxicating. It's heady.

We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.

We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.

Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.

Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.

We want you to order Scotch. It's the most impressive drink order. It's classic. It's sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It's not watered down with fruit juice. It's Scotch. And you ordered it.

Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, "Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?" It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.

No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.

Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You're walking around in your underwear. Too much.

No man should be on Facebook. It's an invasion of everyone's privacy. I really cannot stand it.

You don't know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don't know how to do this gracefully. It's embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it's: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I've done! For you, it's the blink of an eye. It's all very embarrassing. Just so you know.

Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying "panties"? It's sexy. It's girlie. It's naughty. Say it more.

About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.

There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It's an underused word. It's a very special word. "You are radiant." Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.

Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won't get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That's what got you laid when you were single. That's what gets you laid when you're married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.

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Blogger Will said...

hi guys .
just dropping a LinkWWII vet ordered to take down his American flag.

Friday, May 21, 2010 7:01:00 pm  
Blogger midnight rider said...

Breathe, Epa, Breathe.

And about that smell thing. My wife steals my shirts. Because they smell like me.

And here I thought she was just crazy lo these 25 years.

Wait. Married to me 25 yrs. Hmm. . .

As for the Scotch? No Problem!

Friday, May 21, 2010 9:23:00 pm  
Blogger midnight rider said...

Will -- my aunt & unclelive in a gated community like that. I always assumed it meant none of those stupid ass flags with goofy pictures in them.

Oh, America, what has happened to you?

Friday, May 21, 2010 9:25:00 pm  
Blogger Pastorius said...

Infidel Babe of the Week?

Saturday, May 22, 2010 2:22:00 am  

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