Determinative Questions

As people seem to be unwilling to tell how to define what a woman is, the Babylon Bee  has an excellent questionnaire of 12 signs that someone may be a woman.

I would add only three:

13) Do you feel insecure about your relationships?

14) Do you often have low self-esteem, or feelings of inadequacy?

15) Have you ever faked an orgasm?

That should do it, with the Bee‘s dozen.

Two Kinds

Some guy at RedState got ahead of himself and had a go at my favorite motorsport (F1, for those who’ve been away living on the Planet Zarg for the past twenty years).

Saith Jerry:

[O]ur taste in auto racing leans heavily toward the NASCAR and IndyCar side of things. Not to slight F1, but it’s long been overly snobbish and high roller hoidy-toidy for our taste. If NASCAR is auto racing’s Lynyrd Skynyrd, F1 is its Dave Matthews Band. You get the idea.

Not quite;  the comparison is more apt if expressed that NASCAR/Indy are more like a garage band:

and F1 like smooth jazz:

Yeah, F1 is a high-roller sport;  I would have thought that Americans would understand that concept better than our European cousins, who are always just one regulation away from Pure Marxism.  (Then again, considering the Biden Maladministration, maybe we’re not doing too badly ourselves.)

Whatever.  The fact is that F1, especially with its all-new formula for 2022, is far more exciting to watch than the parabolic antics of NASCAR — and yesterday’s maligned Saudi GP at Jeddah was one of the most exciting races I’ve ever watched, of any type, despite the sideshow provided by Houthi missiles:

(And despite my dislike of Mr. Woke Lewis Hamilton, he was robbed of a higher finish by pure bad luck.)

I know that given my readership profile I’m going to get a whole lot of stick about this, but I don’t care.  2022 looks like being a brilliant F1 season.

And I don’t even like smooth jazz.

Monday Funnies

Ah yes, our old friend Monday…

So let’s bear up under the strain (shuddup, I haven’t even finished my first gin, waddya expect?):

To make up for that Monday gloom, here’s a true story by The Knuckledragger himself, about  a girl named Rhonda, and it’s probably the best thing I’ve read so far this year, anywhere.  Well done, Kenny.

And here’s Rhonda Fleming (no relation):

Heartily Endorsed

I normally look at these travel articles with a jaundiced eye, as most are just crap.  But here’s one I’ll get behind, in spades:

One lake, four countries: Lake Constance is the perfect way to sample the delights of Germany, Austria, Switzerland and Liechtenstein

…and indeed it is.  We stayed in Konstanz (at the Hoel Petershof), caught the ferry over to Meersburg, and later drove along the Bodensee’s southern shore to get to Bregenz. We loved it so much that we went back to Meersburg on a later trip, and stayed here:

Here was the view:

…which you may remember as the header for someone else’s blog.

As for the streets:

Yes, that’s the family grunting its way up the steep street from the lake shore.

Come to think of it, I’d love to do a week-long  tour of the Lake Constance shoreline, staying in Meersburg, Konstanz and Bregenz along the way.  In one of these:

Just do it in spring or summer, because it gets pretty damn cold around the Bodensee*  when the sun doesn’t shine.

*by the way, the Germans don’t call it a “sea” (as the idiot writer of the article claims).  The German word “see” (pronounced zay ) means “lake”.

Welcome Back

Several people have asked me to bring back Sunday’s “Classic Beauty” feature from the old website.

As all that content has lamentably been lost to the vagaries of Teh Intarwebz, this means that I’ll have to re-create the posts from scratch.

Which means hours and hours of looking at (mostly) B&W pics of gorgeous women of yore;  a job that is onerous, but which I will gladly undertake as a service to you, my Loyal Readers.

The first one, this Sunday, will start the ball rolling in no uncertain fashion.