Author: Kim du Toit

Pussification Continuation

Pussification Parade

Apparently, men’s access to female pudenda has a new set of requirements:

Ten years ago, baby-faced men were passed over in Hollywood for rugged looking stars with more traditionally masculine looks. But today more feminine-looking actors with delicate features, shorter stature and symmetrical faces are more in demand because they appear to younger viewers, experts claim.
Gen Z audiences are drawn to celebrities like Tom Holland, Timothée Chalamet and Harry Styles who embody a ‘brand of enlightened non-toxic masculinity’, according to beauty expert Laura Kay.

JHC.

I can only hope that this trend is confined to Britishland — and to be honest, Brit men (with a few notable exceptions) have always struck me as being somewhat effeminate.

Anyway, if the above is a general trend for Gen Z snowflakes all over the world, then good luck to them.  May they reap the rewards they so richly deserve.

But I’m more pissed off by the fact that my efforts to get my toxic masculinity back in shape have all been for nothing:

(photo may have been slightly altered, e.g. I don’t have a tattoo)

Snow Laughing Matter

SHTF

My Readers being a sensible lot, I probably shouldn’t need to post a warning about a seasonal SHTF situation like this one:

I’m going to ignore the funny bits — e.g. the hapless Kamela Harris tweeting that “America is on the move again” — to focus on the important stuff.

When I lived in Chicago and was faced with a drive of any distance away from home, I made sure that I had the following:

  • full tank of gas, and a 5-gallon can in reserve
  • two blankets — a regular woolen type and one of those Mylar things
  • water (kept inside the car, not in the trunk where it could freeze)
  • emergency food (a large jar of peanut butter, crackers, chocolate and a package of jerky, as well as some hard candy for a quick sugar boost)
  • shovel (one of those military entrenching tools, see below)
  • 10-lb bag of cat litter
  • as well as the usual emergency things one should keep in the car anyway, e.g. flashlight, blaze orange vest, insulated work gloves, road flares and so on.

Nineteen hours, as above, is a long time to be stranded in freezing weather without any kind of sustenance, and it’s just pure luck that the above episode didn’t claim any lives.

Feel free to add anything you think I’ve missed.

 
(German mil-surp — I actually have two of them.  I prefer them to the U.S. all-steel version, because the wooden handle works better in cold weather.)

Website Problem

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Longtime Reader Roy obviously took two Grumpy Pills instead of his normal one, and tells me off:

I hate to say it, Kim, but I am not seeing a whole lot of difference between your regular “Women” pics and your “Train Smash Women” pics. They all seem to have the same thing in common: “massive mammaries” all out of proportion to their figure.

Well, it all depends on perspective and situation, dunnit?  Here are two examples, one of my “regular” choices, and one Train Smash.  See if you can spot the difference:

The point is not the similarities in appearance — of which I will readily agree, on occasion — but life choices.

One of the problems with liking voluminous female frontal shapes is that generally speaking, one has to accept a certain degree of, shall we say extra tonnage on the rest of the premises.

More to the point, skinny women with huge tatas are the ones which look misshapen (YMMV):

…whereas the larger ladies (my preference) at least look in proportion (e.g. Kelly Brook, above).

And let’s not even talk about Teh Skinnies:

…who have no place on my website unless they do something of note (Righteous Shooters, for example).

So there ya go.

Never Left It

Entertainment, Food & Drink

According to some idiot (no link because TIME magazine, fukkem):

It’s Time to Go Back to the Joy of Social Drinking

As pandemic lockdowns ease and we return to ordinary life rhythms, the revival of social drinking should be embraced with euphoric gusto. The shared experience of music, happy chatter, effortlessly synchronized conversation, rising endorphin levels, and reduced inhibitions catalyzed by a few glasses of ethanol has been impossible to replace with Zoom chats, and it is something we’ve been desperately missing. Let us look forward to once again celebrating the ancient, distinctly human joy of sharing a pint or two among friends.

Yeah, I suppose he means something like this:

…this:

…this:

…or even this:

Hate to say it, buddy, but that’s the way I always drink and no, I didn’t stop during the Covidiocy.