Like many women, I’m hooked on televisions show about infidelity. What else is more entertaining that hearing about the disasters of other people’s relationships? But no matter how ridiculous the stories are, there was a point in history where adultery was not tolerated. The Greeks, for instance, developed a fascinating punishment for any man caught committing adultery. Was it cutting off his manhood? Or branding him a man-whore with a red hot iron? Nope, it was sticking a root vegetable up his butt where the sun don’t shine.
Just to clarify, a root vegetable is anything that comes from under the ground like a carrot, corn (ow!), or a potato. So getting punished for adultery can happen in pretty much any Greek’s backyard, and you better believe there weren’t any bottles of KY Jelly lying around.
Like most girls born in the 80’s, I remember sitting around the local barber shop, waiting on my dad to get his impossible hair shorn down to my mother’s expectations. I would lean back in one of the dusty waiting chairs and watch the stripes on the barber’s pole go around and around. Little did I know one day I’d figure out exactly how those stripes came to be and how it would change my views on barber shops forever.
Nearly 20 years later, I stumbled across a hodgepodge of factoids about our country while poking around online for useless information, and one of them changed my views on barber shops instantly. While I used to think that the hypnotizing stripes on the barber pole were to draw the attention of customers, I learned that there was a significant meaning behind the red and white of the pole.
Because eating out is one of my favorite pastimes, I am always sniffing around for a restaurant to discover with a new array of intriguing entrees. I’ll pretty much try anything, anywhere, as long as I’m not eating my neighbor’s dog on a bed of rice. While most restaurants stick to the same guidelines—dim lighting, fancy cloth napkins, smug waiters—I finally came across a style of fine dining that I’ve never experienced before: dining while strapped to a table suspended 160 feet in the air.
Like a standard meal, two waiters service the specially designed banquet table for the 20+ guests on board. Everyone is strapped in to either a chair or the “floor” beneath them and then is hoisted up by a crane high into the sky… and then the meal commences as if everyone is sitting in the local Red Lobster. Think hibachi meets sky diving.
Where will you be when the beginning of the end finally comes around? Fucked like the rest of us, but that isn't going to stop me from having the best time of the end of my life, and it shouldn't stop you either. Now the world is your oyster. Sure, the infrastructure is going to collapse and a lot of people are going to die before the end actually happens, but that's all part of the fun! You'll have nothing left to lose and everything to gain. If you find yourself thinking what to do, what to do, take from this list and have a good time.
Consume As Many Drugs As You Can
Acid, Heroin, Coke, Meth, Ganja, PCP; it doesn't matter anymore! Experience the End in a variety of different ways by snorting, eating, inhaling and injecting every possible mind altering chemical you can find. Get faded and watch the world poof in all it's glorious splendor. Who's gonna stop you?
I think it's safe to say that our Education system is f@c%ed, especially in the inner cities. The sad truth is that schools in the inner-cities perform lower on tests, get less government funding and attract teachers who don't really have the motivation to inspire their students.
It is also true that we as a society are content to let these kids perform on a low scale or drop out of school altogether. I think because most of us don't live in these neighborhoods and our kids don't attend these schools that it's easier to turn a blind eye. It's this strange notion that those kids aren't our kids, that their problem is theirs and theirs alone.
Bill Gates has done something that I find incredible. Being unsatisfied with just running Microsoft, he decided to start a foundation in which it aims to help bring medicine to remote parts of the world. One such project is the eradication of Polio. In the United States Polio is non-existent, but in other countries around the globe it is still very much alive and devastating. Bill Gates asserts that if the treatment is available, then why aren't these people getting the medicine? His conclusion is that it is because of a lack of money. The way the world works is that if you're living in a poor country and can't afford the medicine than you can't be treated.
In my experience, it's been difficult navigating through the world without a father. I am convinced that every boy needs a role model in his life, someone to help them make the right choices and to show them how to avoid those oh so deadly pitfalls.
Becoming a man in a fatherless world is tough to be sure. Studies show that close to half of all boys are growing up without their fathers or any positive influences in their lives. And if you look closer into the Hispanic and African American communities, the statistics rise. With a large amount of father's languishing in prisons or chronically using drugs.
If you’re having trouble reaching an orgasm or just need to be more bold in the bedroom, a female masturbation class might be perfect for you!
These classes are often taught by older women (80-year-old range) and demand full nudity of the entire class. The procedure: first, the ladies will strip down and expose themselves to one another. They will look at themselves and the women around them and eventually start giving out compliments. This part of the class is focused on recognizing and appreciating the self-beauty of a vagina and not feeling ashamed or embarrassed by it. In some classes, the ladies will be given mirrors to really get a look at all the angles and understand how things really work down there.
I have to admit that it felt sort of weird when I clicked the “Deactivate Your Account” link on Facebook a couple of weeks ago. It was like part of me shut down when my account was finally offline, the portal to the other side of the internet closed. Then I realized that this is exactly the same process as ending a relationship with a person; something that was once healthy became unhealthy, and the only solution is to break up.
Breaking up with Facebook was something I had been considering for over a year. Every time I logged on it was just an assault of posts about everyone’s lives—which I get is the whole point of it—complete with less-than-flattering pictures of pregnant women, engagements, drunken parties, pissed off teenagers, stalking grandmothers, etc. It was like a brothel for internet users. It disgusted me. The more I saw people become more and more self-absorbed and dependent on how may “likes” and “comments” they got on their photos the more I realized that this was no longer a safe environment.
In the last 30's years women have made huge strides in becoming the breadwinners in the home. Your average 65 and over male might have a tremendous problem with this. Mostly because they came of age in a different time; a time where women at home and in the kitchen was a celebrated idea. It was expected that women should take care of the kids, cook and clean and that was it. It was the man's job to bring home the bacon, so to speak.
But in the 1960's something started to happen. The feminist movement caught stride and began to challenge the status quo. Women began to burn their bra's and explore their sexuality in larger quantities.