Puerile sexist shite

I used hair removing cream on my nether regions once.
There was blood, there was tears, and an important lesson was learnt.

I used hair removing cream on my nether regions once.
There was blood, there was tears, and an important lesson was learnt.

Somethings are best kept to your self.

second dibs.

Im very hungry

i am also very hungry.

Balki has special "black and white effect" glasses that he dons whenever he might catch site of that which lurks beneath his clothes.

Useful for making modern films resemble Casablanca also.

let's face it, useful for making modern life resemble Casablanca too.

funny - now you mention it I'm sure I've only ever be able to imagine Bogie's pubes in black and white. Though the age he came to the screen they probably already were.

I used hair removing cream on my nether regions once.
There was blood, there was tears, and an important lesson was learnt.

when I was younger and foolish-er, I allowed myself to be held down by a group of girls and have my chest epilated. I have never before, nor since felt such abominable pain.

Afterwards I looked like a recently ploughed and bloody field.

when I was younger and foolish-er, I allowed myself to be held down by a group of girls and have my chest epilated. I have never before, nor since felt such abdominal pain.

that would work too.

oh you..

Grey pubes are weird. Finding the first one is like finding your first pube as an adolescent. A sign that you're about to kiss goodbye to yet another stage of your life.

Oliver's post was interesting, albeit laced with the kind of crude vernacular and grammar favoured by old timers like Platini.

Having a kid brought gender issues into stark relief for me. Having always espoused the suitability of men as much as women to be child raisers, I was suddenly floundering in the reality of finding the world of the infant an alien affair.

I really struggled with those first 12 months of my son's life. Sure, there was other stuff going on. I was doing a vocational degree that, due to the changing political landscape, was suddenly going to spit me out into a jobless landscape in a few years' time; various relatives started dying of cancer, or were in a position where I was the only relative around to support them through life-threatening illness and surgery; the council, after 10 years of procrastination, chose to gut/refit our kitchen & bathroom, so we were living out of one room with a shitting and crying machine; my parents moved abroad; and so on...

... so I got a bit depressed. I had some counselling. It's not the first time I've had suicidal thoughts (and probably won't be the last).

Anyway, your own upbringing comes back to haunt you. Mine was not good. My wife's was. Our backgrounds were polar opposites in a lot of respects, and yet we'd come together having reached a lot of the same conclusions about life. But suddenly you're a mummy and a daddy and everything is scary and new again. Gender stereotypes at every turn. Shock horror - it was utterly apparent that there was no way I'd handle being a house-husband i.e. primary care giver. There was loads of stuff like that where it just seemed more appropriate for the mother to do it. I haven't a clue what motivated this outlook, but I imagine it's a whole heap of stuff I haven't the inclination to go into right now.

And I left my degree. The urge to be a bread winner was overwhelming. 2 more years of form filling and begging for hand-outs didn't appeal.

We're not conventional, by anyone's standards. We both work part-time; we both cook; we both clean; we both spend hours as sole carers of our son; we both cringe in the face of the über-straights and their unimaginative lifestyles and lack of independent thought.

But I'm the fucking daddy, and she's the fucking mummy. I'm the bad cop and she's the good cop. I spend more time outdoors with Tynan, she spends more time indoors with him. It definitely feels like we're conforming to gender roles somewhere along the line.

Oh I dunno.

I admire your honesty.
You write well,Scarlett.

Grey pubes are weird. Finding the first one is like finding your first pube as an adolescent. A sign that you're about to kiss goodbye to yet another stage of your life.

depends who you find it on really

I admire your honesty.
You write well,Scarlett.

No, you're a cunt.

when I was younger and foolish-er, I allowed myself to be held down by a group of girls and have my chest epilated. I have never before, nor since felt such abominable pain.

Afterwards I looked like a recently ploughed and bloody field.

bob-a-job week for the girl guides?

No, you're a cunt.

Sorry about that.

Grey pubes are weird. Finding the first one is like finding your first pube as an adolescent. A sign that you're about to kiss goodbye to yet another stage of your life.

I've generally been pretty pragmatic about life and death. Never really made much of an effort to figure out the meaning of life, just kind of rattled around in the world. In the last few years I've become increasingly aware of my own and my loved ones mortality. We're not on this rock for long.

Im gonna call my mum.

Call her a selfish bitch for dragging you into this mess in the first place.

and tell her to get checked out, i am still itching!

Call her a selfish bitch for dragging you into this mess in the first place.

Ha!

Love that. Its a fuckin shambles, isn't it.

I am listening to Aretha Franklin's version of "Drown In My Own Tears", which of course was a big hit for Ray Charles. I am just about to watch "Blow-Up", ostensibly "by" Michelangelo Antonioni, and starring a young David Hemingway, Vanessa Redgrave and featuring a then little-known model called Jane Birkin.

A couple of hours ago I finished cleaning my bathroom, which looked to me as if it hadn't been graced with a sponge all summer, and I'm quite proud that I scoured the limescale off the bath taps to reveal hitherto unseen chrome. I have not been digesting food very well recently and I'm concerned I might have a serious digestive disorder, something along the lines of a wheat allergy. Then again I'm a bit of an alarmist about these things and I've been eating utter garbage all summer - iced buns, fried potatoes, shit like that. I am having problems sourcing 650c chrome forks, ideally straight, ideally columbus tubing, for my new bike, which I'd like to be able to ride to Southend, or Brighton, or Cambridge, somewhere like that, by the end of the month. It's a lo pro frame, so I guess "lotsa luck" is the best response I can hope to get to that kind of ambition, but at the same time I think I might be able to set up the geometery and seating position to a very similar one I already ride, so it would be lovely to enjoy the last of the summer sun riding my new build along the best country lanes Essex and the South East has to offer, with a few friends from the forum.

Okay.. "Doctor Feelgood" gets switched off before the end, time to watch Blow-Up.

here is the lovely alternate take by Herbie Hancock & Bobby Hutcherson

Men and women are (very) different from each other. That is a good thing. And the reason stereotypes exist is that we allow them to continue existing, and the reason we do that is that they are largely accurate, non-offensive and necessary. They fulfil a requirement, and in the right context can be appropriate.

This thread moves on at such a rate... It's so hard to keep up. I had to take issue with this though. I work as a diversity professional (maybe not for much longer, but at the moment it pays the bills and I happen to be rather good at it...) and the idea that men and women could be so different, or that stereotypes serve a useful purpose is such a huge insult.

Why should anyone be defined by a single, almost inconsequential aspect of how society tries to define them? There is such diversity in people, but to try and reduce someone's behaviour and characteristics down to either 'male' or 'female' is just insane...

Somethings are best kept to your self.

Just sharing some potentially worthy knowledge.

Small and not so furry.

There is such diversity in people, but to try and reduce someone's behaviour and characteristics down to either 'male' or 'female' is just human...

fixed

isnt this all a bit dark for friday lunches standards? should we all just be happy and enjoy the start to a great weekend?

fixed

oooh, good stuff..

but then that invites a lot of the trowel work around the idea of hegemonic structures, learned gender roles, perpetuation of patriarchal mechanisms...

Balki's hair removal programme is apparently far from dark.