Quote Of The Day

From uber-feminist Petronella Wyatt, talking about feminism and its aftermath:

“One in ten British women in their 50s has never married and lives alone, which is neither pleasant nor healthy.”

That’s probably because one in ten women (of whatever nationality) is neither pleasant nor healthy herself.  And that rather modest ratio skyrockets if you consider just the feministicals, who are mostly scolds and harridans.

No man should, despite their mid-life realizations and wails.

Not-So Happy Ending

As if women weren’t used to refusing sex because they had a headache… now it appears that they can get headaches after sex as well, with dire consequences:

Doctors have urged Americans to seek help for a little-known sex problem — migraines triggered by sex, known medically as coital cephalgia.

Bloody hell.  It was difficult enough before to get Madame to allow access to her Garden Of Delight, but now it’s going to be practically impossible, with this prophylactic refusal available.

Of course, if she really loved you…  just sayin’.


I Have A List

Speaking of demanding women

Paloma Faith is reportedly back looking for love after she signed up to the celebrity dating app Raya.  The singer, 42, is on the hunt for Mr Right, but she won’t be settling for someone who doesn’t meet her needs.  Paloma has created a five point checklist as she set out the tough criteria her next partner will need to meet. 

Before we get entangled in that set of weeds, let me say at the outlet that whatever her “needs” may be, she’s hardly in any position to make demands of this sort.

For one thing, she’s not especially attractive to look at:

…and her figure, especially post-multiple childbirths, is not what I’d call much either:

She has a pleasant-enough singing voice, but her speaking voice is somewhat jarring, having that Cockney-street-urchin screech well to the fore.

Were I in her target market, it would be a strong pass.  No man should.

Great Excuse

Imagine how this little story would have ended, had the sexes been reversed:

A wife who stabbed her husband in the chest for falling asleep while she was talking to him has been spared jail after her victim told the judge the attack was a ‘one-off’.

Canterbury Crown Court was told how Deborah Stallard carried out the attack after becoming ‘irritated’ when her husband Barrie had appeared to fall asleep when she began talking about her life problems.

Mr Stallard required emergency medical treatment for the stabbing, but asked the judge at a sentencing hearing on Friday not to put his wife behind bars — blaming the violent outburst on her menopausal symptoms.

Oh sure:  the always-reliable “menopause” defense.

Note that she didn’t just prick him with a knife;  she stabbed him hard enough to be hospitalized.  That’s some kind of “irritation”, you betcha.

Of course, nobody’s talking about how she could have used other, less-injurious methods — e.g. shaking or even (gasp!) slapping the guy awake — but because Teh Change is involved, Madame is spared the consequences of her actions.

And by the way:  Barrie?  You’re a fucking pussified twerp.

Occasionally, A Ray Of Sunshine

In these cynical times, where anyone can be snarky about anything, there comes an all-to-infrequent bit of good news or luck, call it what you will.  Here’s one example:

And it appears that this is exactly what happened.  I’m not going to excerpt anything from the article, because despite all the snark (“14-year age difference” etc.) what emerges is a rather touching story about a woman who had some incredibly bad luck, and then it all turned around for her.

Set aside your Cynic’s Spectacles, and read all about it.

By the way, Bev Turner is a total hottie and always has been.  I remember her from earlier times as a racing commentator.  Here she is now at 50, with her good luck charmer.

Good for her, and good for him.  I hope it works out.


Double Entry

No, this isn’t about bookkeeping.  It’s about a woman who has a condition known as “uterus didelphys”, which in layman’s [sic]  terms means she has a twofer in terms of her reproductive organs:  two uteruses, two sets of Fallopian tubes and yes, two vaginas.  (For the language puristi, note that I wrote “uteruses” and not “uteri”, or else I’d have had to write “vaginae” instead of “vaginas”.  I’m striving for consistency, here.)

Anyway, she uses her didelphism to justify the fact that while she has two boyfriends, she allows each one to penetrate only “their” specific vagina and therefore technically she is “not cheating” on them.  As she so charmingly puts it:

“They both have their own vagina, so they only have sex with that one.”

(As an aside, I am driven to wonder how she handles that separation when it comes to cunnilingus, and also whether each vagina also has its own little “man-in-the-boat”, but let’s not be diverted.)

Given how often womyns call foul on men who cheat on them by saying, “she means nothing to me, it’s only sex”, I am led to wonder whether our little strumpet is in love with one of her tame penises (not “penes”, see above) and is just using the other for sex;  or (more likely) whether she’s just using both for sex and/or getting an income from two streams, so to speak.

I report, you decide.

Or, if you’re like me, you can go and throw up now, while wondering — and not for the first time — when the fuck [sic]  topics like this became part of the public discourse.