Random Play: Modern Life is Rubbish
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(where's Sacha?...she seems to be good on overly graphic threads).
In that overly graphic way she has of actually being a he.
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In that overly graphic way she has of actually being a he.
Sacha is a bloke eh? That's bad parenting that is. Let that be an example to Mr Haywood.
Sacha is probably buzy elsewhere making insentive comments...There I was thinking that's an enlightened woman when he was cracking jokes about watersports on other threads.
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an enlightened woman
Chicks don't exist to be tastefulness-arbiters, do they? (If they do, I'm a total failure.)
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Sacha is a bloke eh? That's bad parenting that is.
I don't know why English speakers assume that when a foreign name ends with "a", it must be feminine even when it isn't - witness Nicola and Andrea (and Andrea actually means male - go figure) - but as far as I know Sacha is the diminutive of both Alexander and Alexandra, a bit like Jo/Joe for Joanna and Joseph. Deliciously ambiguous.
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Chicks don't exist to be tastefulness-arbiters, do they? (If they do, I'm a total failure.)
Goddess, no. In fact, the PAS Women's XV has occasionally made me blush. Which I thought was a physiological impossibility.
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an enlightened woman
Chicks don't exist to be tastefulness-arbiters, do they? (If they do, I'm a total failure.)
We're just not sufficiently enlightened, Danielle.
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We're just not sufficiently enlightened, Danielle.
I think that's pretty obvious. But if I may impersonate one of those creepy male feminists for a moment... can I get your opinion on the following lead on the New Zealand Herald as of right now?
__I'm no victim, I'm a survivor: Rape victim__
"I am not a victim. I am a survivor." That is how the woman attacked and raped by Liam Reid in Dunedin feels about herself - and it is how she wants others to view her.
Emphasis added in the interest of belabouring the point that this woman would like others not to view her as a victim, but the New Zealand Herald doesn't give a shit.
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Crikey, look what happens when you sleep in around here. Giovanni, thanks for explaining wonderfully the derivation of the name my parents bestowed (and which has certainly caused a fair degree of hassle in my youth along with interesting later opportunities for mistaken identity).
Just imagine a slightly lower voice, Jon. Your stereotypes about gender may also require adjusting accordingly, which can be an interesting process I'm told. Enlightenment comes in many forms..
As for graphic threads, right now I'm imagining Craig as a potty-mouthed circus-master in spangly disco lurex for some reason. I've speculated before that he's a pot o gold for Mr Brown's revenue streams, but probably a source of perpetual disappointment for googlers led astray.
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Deliciously ambiguous.
Quite!
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Emphasis added in the interest of belabouring the point that this woman would like others not to view her as a victim, but the New Zealand Herald doesn't give a shit.
That'd be my analysis. It's probably sad that doesn't even surprise me.
For sheer salaciousness, try this from Stuff this morning:
The dominatrix narrows her charcoal eyes and pouts her blood stained lips.
Blood stained (sic). You mean... red, right? As in, lipstick-stained? Also this is right next to a photograph of the woman in question, and her eyes are blue.
But y'know, whatever.
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I'm more intrigued by this bit.
"There's a lot of wealth in New Zealand ... if you tap into it."
And sex workers, it seems, know how to do just that. Spot a Bentley, Porshe or Maserati, walk confidently up to the driver's side, open the car door and ask the man in the expensive suit for directions.
"Of course baby, where to?" he would say. "To your bed darling," the woman would reply, before jumping in.
So she jumps in from the driver's side? How does that work?
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So she jumps in from the driver's side? How does that work?
It's like that 'sliding across the bonnet' thing. Only from the inside. In a short skirt. Minding the gearstick. Something you're never going to manage in a Maserati, frankly.
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Something you're never going to manage in a Maserati, frankly.
Is there something about Rod Drury that you're not telling us? :)
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Is there something about Rod Drury that you're not telling us? :)
Only until the publication of 'A Night Out With Rod Drury'?
Hmm. It doesn't have the same ring to it. What does Alan Bollard drive?
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What does Alan Bollard drive?
A hard bargain? :)
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As for graphic threads, right now I'm imagining Craig as a potty-mouthed circus-master in spangly disco lurex for some reason. I've speculated before that he's a pot o gold for Mr Brown's revenue streams, but probably a source of perpetual disappointment for googlers led astray.
Even more disappointed when you meet me in the cardigan-shrouded flesh, trying not to get cigarette ash in my sweet milky tea. Confuse everyone thoroughly enough and they never see the poison-tipped umbrella coming...
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Even more disappointed when you meet me in the cardigan-shrouded flesh, trying not to get cigarette ash in my sweet milky tea. Confuse everyone thoroughly enough and they never see the poison-tipped umbrella coming...
You are a delight, Mr Ranapia. An absolute treasure trove of imagery, and your words often make my lips do that little thing........what is it again? Oh, yes. You make me smile.
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your words often make my lips do that little thing........what is it again?
No further encouragement for our undercover provocateur, please.. :)
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No further encouragement for our undercover provocateur, please.. :)
Is that what you sophisticates are calling it now?
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I'm sure there are some good anglo saxon words for it.. :).
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And for us..
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Sorry, around that time on Saturday nights everything starts looking like a double entendre to me...
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Heck, don't apologise - it strikes me as a good starting position when you read anything by Craig, delight that he is. :)
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