Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Delicious Nasty Bits

If anything can make you fall in love with a man it would be reading him wax poetic about the tastes, sights, sizzles and textures of food from around the kitchen and around the world. That's what Anthony Bourdain did to me. I recently finished reading The Nasty Bits (which I bought a few weeks ago). Good lord, he's diddled my culinary travel nub exquisitely. He doesn't consider himself a writer? Well damn. He must have really good editors. I watched old episodes of No Reservations while I read it, adding to the experience.

Food is wonderful. It's a necessity. Yet I also love the process of cooking and preparing, presenting and consuming. Sharing a meal with someone is so enjoyable and bonding. I'd recently met someone and I have yet to see him eat. I later found out he eats one meal a day or a little over every 24 hours. We may never be able to "go to dinner", "share a meal" and that idea physically upset me.

Bourdain: good food does lead to good sex. As it should. 

On an subconscious level maybe I'm anticipating my time in dry dock will continue. But consciously, I know damn well I like to eat with people I like. The way someone eats is as telling as what someone eats (remember the Neanderthal?). I'll see if I can have a meal with said male to figure out what, if any, attraction there is between us.

Anthony Bourdain is releasing a chocolate bar. If it's dark chocolate, I may jizz in my pants. Yeah, baby. The love continues.

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Friday, October 19, 2012

The Argument Over Street Harassment

Courtesy of Cats Against Catcalling

After a male friend said, "Nice glasses" to a woman as we walked by he asked me if that was harassment. Recently, and repeatedly, I've called him out on his behavior in the street. He harasses women. He doesn't see it as such. The latest explanation from him to me was that woman like the attention and if they don't want it or don't want anyone to say anything to them they should stay home.

This is where I grind my teeth, clench my fists...

He continued: that those women should go home and play with themselves because if you (meaning men) don't say anything to them, they get an attitude that no one is paying attention to them. I countered that motherfuckers who harass women are the ones who need to go play with themselves because it's sexual harassment; it's a need to objectify and gain power or even a release over these women.

This is where he says I'm getting all feminist on him.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Hulk Hogan Sex Tape Mania (VIDEO)

I've never given a fuck about celebrity sex tapes. It's 2 (or more) people we're used to seeing on camera doing something else on camera. But this latest leaked sex tape sucked me in. Hulk Hogan. I grew up on that guy. I was never big on saying my prayers, but I did eat my vitamins and dreamt of being a better valet than Miss Elizabeth (RIP).

So yup, I clicked the link and hit play when I found a site that had some of the footage. Was it really The Hulkster? Yeah, without a doubt. It's only about a minute and a half long, spliced together so don't soil yourself. A.J. Daulerio of Gawker gives a very entertaining play-by-play of the entire 30 minute encounter. It would've been outstanding to watch Hulkamania run wild on her but they elected to have her on top -- I mean the man is almost 60 and has had back, knee and hip surgery. I did lean in closer to see Hogan's pipe -- nothing out of the ordinary. The male star complains about having eaten too much before the "hook-up". I wonder if Hogan let out any sex belches.

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