On occasion, I get mildly – just mildly – depressed. That sort of depressed where you can’t quite pin it on one particular thing, where it’s more a general, ambiguous malaise. On the occasions when I find myself feeling this way, and as a single woman in her 30′s who lives alone and works from home, I try to get out of the house. On one such occasion, I decided to treat myself to brunch. I did so at a restaurant down the block from my apartment, a spot I dined at, on average, two times a week. Whenever I go in there, I arrive with book in hand, sit at the bar, order a glass of wine, followed by a bowl of soup, followed by a cup of hot water. The routine, as a whole, prompted frequent urination, which both A) provided helpful intermissions to my reading, and B) helped me, as a Solo Diner, to look occupied.
The restaurant’s most winning feature is – and has always been – a loin-achingly handsome waiter I shall henceforth call Brian.* If you imagine both John Lennon and Justin Timberlake at their most handsome of stages, shaken, stirred, poured into a tall glass of water, you’d wind up with Brian. I knew, as all patrons knew, that Brian was to be not obtained, merely ogled; that one did well to appreciate him as exquisite décor rather than realistic option. Keep reading »
It’s a sign of the times in South Auckland, New Zealand, where local prostitutes are being accused of destroying street signs by using them for pole dancing routines designed to attract customers.
In the last 18 months, more than 40 poles have been bent, buckled or broken in the past 18 months and the signs, which include notices of parking restrictions, cost taxpayers thousands of dollars to replace.
Elected officials such as Donna Lee say the culprits are local prostitutes who use them like stripper poles in a dance club.
“The poles are part of their soliciting equipment and they often snap them,” she told The Telegraph. ”Some of the prostitutes are big, strong people.” Read more …
Charlie Sheen continues his “I’m Not Crazy Anymore, Really” Tour in Playboy, telling the magazine his weird behavior was caused by a “psychotic break” after years in the spotlight and many failed relationships. “I finally just said the things I had always been thinking.” But when he infamously said he was “winning,” the truth was far from it: “I was in total denial,” he says. “I felt I was winning by finally being able to speak my mind. I felt that was some sort of victory.” Read more…
Well, this is sad/infuriating: Two 15-year-old girls in Ottawa, Canada, have been charged with human trafficking after they forced several other underage girls into prostitution. The victims were between the ages of 13 and 17, and were allegedly driven to various locations by the two girls and their 17-year-old accomplice. Aside from the young age of the girls, Ottawa police say they’re shocked that the offenses occurred in a quiet, middle class neighborhood.
According to affadavits, there were no men involved in the trafficking ring. “We don’t know about any further incidents,” said Staff Sgt. John McGetrick.. “But if there are, we want women out there to know that they can some see us and we’ll work with them and help them out. We’d love to help them.”
The girls face charges of human trafficking, procuring, forcible confinement, assault, sexual assault, robbery, abduction and uttering threats. [National Post]
Sunday night’s episode of “Mad Men” was a climactic one, and possibly the best episode of the season. Peggy, fed up with being taken for granted by Don, landed a new job at a rival firm and resigned by Sterling Cooper Draper Price. Meanwhile, SCDP’s deal with Jaguar seemingly hinges on Joan sleeping with an exec from the car manufacturer. That Pete dared to bring this proposal to Joan was loathsome. The other partners’ (save Don’s) begrudging support of pimping out one of their most loyal and hardworking employees was disgusting. Even Don’s plea to Joan that sleeping with the exec “wouldn’t be worth it” (which came, unbeknownst to him, just a little too late) was not without room for criticism — his primary motivation was likely his ego’s desire to land the deal on his own merit.
But what of Joan’s decision to sleep with the Jaguar exec in exchange for partnership in SCDP (with a five percent stake)? We got a glimpse at Joan’s current home life as a single mom (her husband, Greg, having filed for divorce last episode), living with her judgmental mother, and it was clear that it’s not an easy, comfortable one. Was Joan’s decision to use her sexuality in the most blatant of ways to get ahead (exchanging sex for money) ultimately a feminist decision? Or was the fact that she was clearly conflicted — and certainly not “enjoying it” — a sign that she was clearly disempowered, whether she came out better financially or not? Jessica and I both had really strong opinions on the subject, so we decided to talk it out over IM. Read our convo after the jump and then share your views in the comments! Keep reading »
Well, goddamn, some names definitely seem to lead you down certain life paths, don’t they? Having a name like Fokken might have had a tad bit of influence in convincing these two feisty broads — twin sister prostitutes — into getting into the biz. Identical twin sisters Louise and Martine Fokken have worked Amsterdam’s Red Light District for more than 50 years, first under the control of pimps and then as independent contractors, running their own brothel. They also helped set up the first independent union for prostitutes, so they’re kind of amazing, no? We can’t wait to see the full-length doc about their lives, but we’ll settle for this trailer clip for now. [Meet The Fokkens]