Gentlemen, rejoice! The days of straining and chafing, ya know, the down there parts, are over thanks to the SSS, or the Separate Sack Suspensory. With this handy device, you can live in comfort as nature intended, while still being clean for the lady folk, because each item is sold with two interchangeable sacks. Wear one while your woman is laundering the other, and tramp on, gents! [Neatorama]
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There’s a certain amount of brouhaha amongst some evangelical Republicans over a minor presidential appointment in the Commerce Department. Amanda Simpson will perform a job for the public benefit that I can’t define. I’m pretty sure most of the American public doesn’t know what the Senior Technical Adviser for the Commerce Department’s Bureau of Industry and Security does. But, because she’s transgender, it’s prompted an associate dean at the extremely conservative Liberty University to propel himself into the media’s light to proclaim that, “This isn’t like appointing an African-American in order to try to provide diversity and right some kind of discriminatory wrong. This is about political correctness.”
Absurdly stupid. Because, of course, it should be no issue at all, because people are people, and work ought to go to the person whose experience best merits it. And stupidity compounded because I’m unsure how obstinately self-blinded someone must be to believe that transgendered people don’t face deep prejudice. The prejudice is dumb, as it is at all times, but especially so when directed at a scattered group with no agenda other than to fit in and be left alone. But I guess there’s always a learning curve. I had one.
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I marked the 2000s with an evolving list of cute, hot, and the lust-worthy men. Here’s my list of year-by-year celebrity crushes for the entire decade.
This year, I’m doing something different and spending Christmas with my new husband. While I’m super excited for his next great stuffed french toast concoction, it does mean that the days leading up to the big shebang feel a lot different. In years past, there would be the long drive to Dead Coal Mining Town, PA across large swaths of land where the only music on the radio was country. Today, nestled safely away in my own apartment, I have to keep reminding myself that it is Christmas Eve. The tree isn’t doing the trick. All the strange cues are gone, and I’m missing … Keep reading »
My parents thought it was bad parenting to teach children to believe in invisible men that break and enter homes through chimneys once a year in tacky red suits to give overpriced gadgets to unappreciative children, but I think the gentlemen in red is entirely responsible for this. Mac and Dee of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” are opening a real bar in the City of Brotherly Love. I live here! And I’m going to go to Mac and Dee’s bar! Keep reading »
I’m excited to be spending the holidays with my husband in our own apartment this year, but I’m nervous as well. Some things are familiar: we have the menorah next to the Christmas tree because of our jumbled-up religious backgrounds. Though, while the scent of pine needles and frying latkes are appropriately nostalgic, everything else will be new.
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