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| You don’t have to be a long time LessThis disciple to know that we lean a little to the left ’round these parts. That said, I’ve recently been thinking about just why it is that the political divide runs so deeply across our nation. The real answers may be complicated, boring, and ultimately overwhelming, but the truth is that most of our differences can be traced directly to our most basic human nature. It’s our egos. It’s our collective grossly narcissistic belief that our opinions and needs are somehow more important than everyone else’s. Newsflash: You’re Not That Important. | Most people, unless they reside in a red state, can articulate the centuries old disagreement between Republicans and Democrats (regardless of what name the parties have been called over the years). The most basic of analysis finds that one side wants to see people do for themselves, with minimal provision of care and assistance from government, while the other side believes in a collective responsibility to grant rights to those who otherwise might not have an opportunity to experience the American Dream as the rest of us do. Me? I’m a middle of the road guy, but… | |||
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Posts Tagged ‘Dating’
LESS ME. MORE WE.
Wednesday, August 4th, 2010by Chairman of the Bored
LESS DOLTS. MORE DOLPHINS.
Friday, May 14th, 2010by Mrs. Robinson
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| Three plus years into the post apocalypse of divorce and swimming in the bleak dating pool, I’ve had enough. At first I figured that among my many friends and acquaintances, someone might know a decent, single man to whom they could introduce me. Apparently not, so I ventured into online dating with trepidation and a huge sense of humor. Maybe was expecting too much, but mostly I met a bunch of dolts who looked nothing like their picture. | Let’s look at the balance sheet here. Clearly men, aka dolts, come up short in almost every way. Dolphins have more grace and intelligence. They’ve also got much smoother skin, too. And dolphins don’t troll dating sites, they just troll seabeds for tasty fish to eat. They are beautiful and delightful creatures that mesmerize and captivate people worldwide with their antics and humanity. Men don’t mesmerize or captivate, unless they’re gay. | |||
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LESS POKING. MORE PHONING.
Thursday, April 8th, 2010by Chairman of the Bored
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| At first glance it may seem innocuous enough, but the ubiquitous Facebook “poke” feature is starting to reach cataclysmic proportions. Communication has degraded into some kind of cyber ping-pong: You like-me? I-like-you You-like-me? I-like-you ad infinitum. As a staff, we didn’t grow up in the most chivalrous of ages, so that’s probably why haven’t really noticed or been bothered by the migration of human interaction to online platforms. Surely, chatting, IM’ing, and texting is how we roll too, but from a romantic perspective, it’s rather disconcerting. | With all the mobiles floating around nowadays, you’d think there would be more phone calls. And yet, all we see are people tapping away on their iPhones for hours on end. They also take a lot of pictures (of food, dogs, houseplants, gardens, and genitals). Sometimes they even blast the latest Timberlake single. But talking? Seems like only banker dudes engage in that tomfoolery. “Buy! Sell! Call me in Hong Kong!” Even Tiger Woods preferred texting to talking. Technically, that was sexting, but that point gets lost in translation, because no one talks to one another anymore anyway! | |||
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LESS EXPOSURE. MORE MYSTERY.
Thursday, March 18th, 2010by Mrs. Robinson
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| If you’re like us, you love to surf the Interwebs. And if you’ve used the Googles, it’s more than likely that you’ve been inadvertently redirected to an erotica site that smacks you in the face with an up close & personal va-jay-jay or schong shot. It’s like passing a fatal car accident – you can’t turn away, but you really don’t want to look. Okay maybe you do. But do we really need to see that kind of stuff? Less bare crotch. More undies. Seriously. | Let’s face it, men want to see body parts. In fact, it’s usually “the more, the better” when it comes to our XY carrying friends. Not only that, but those body parts had better be doing something with one another other. It’s pretty much why 9/10 dudes will tell you that Skinemax just doesn’t cut it. “Doesn’t show enough,” they whine. Ladies like the build up, the music, the suggestive nature of it all. Guess it’s that Mars. v. Venus thing at work again. | |||
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LESS ASS. MORE ASSETS.
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010by D. Znutts
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| Mmm, I love me some eye candy every now and again. Ok, I like me A LOT of eye candy, all the time. Bare with me here, boys, mah ladies need some hottie-centric takes around here too.
When it comes to dating, what use is a great “package” if it’s solely comprised of the Adonis-like good looks? I’m from the land of beauty. No, not The Galapagos, but Los Angeles, California. Tinseltown, baby. Ahh, the City of Angels, where no one cares if you have the IQ of a squirrel, just so long as you’re hot and drive a nice car. Cringing? Appalled? Please. I’m not afraid to be the broad that will say what everyone else is afraid to. Social stigmas and flagrant generalizations are my specialty. |
When I say assets, I don’t necessarily mean financial assets (those don’t hurt). I don’t even mean being well-endowed (that CAN hurt, but in a good way). What I’m talking about are the redeemable qualities in addition to the looks. It’s true , Gentlemen. Any gal will tell ya, there’s no better combo than Ass and Assets.
Yup, we want the complete package. Looks, brains, humor, dong, the whole shabang. Sure, physical stats are important, but substance MUST be equally important. Ultimately, both sexes would be well served spend less time on their outward appearance, and more effort on improving their character and increasing their knowledge. |
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LESS ED HARDY. MORE HARDY BOYS.
Thursday, February 11th, 2010by The Angry Young Man
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| Ladies, ever wonder why those douchebag guys you keep getting tangled up with don’t come with a disclaimer? You know, an advance warning, so to speak, so you won’t have to waste the next three months of your life? A way of knowing that your guy is, in fact, a complete douche. Well, now you’re covered. It’s called an Ed Hardy t-shirt, and it serves that exact purpose. | Take instead the Hardy Boys. Now there are a couple of upstanding young citizens who actually are all that. Who needs flashy designer clothes when you can crack the tough cases that have even the local police baffled? Two brothers bound by blood and a burning desire to fight crime, in their v-neck sweaters. What could possibly be more compelling? | |||
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