I like it. Seems like they're making lemonade out of a lack of acceptance in male-run garages. I would absolutely appreciate the opportunity to avoid condescension regarding car repairs—which I happen to understand pretty darn well, thank you very much. Now all they need is a liquor license.
Jeepers, when you put them all together like that, he is damn smooth for a big fella....
I am a slightly pre-Title IX mom, with not much experience (or desire for it) in team sports (avid cyclist, though). I coached my boys' soccer team one year, middlingly well. I found that the male coaches were able to shout cogent instructions in a flash, while I was still attempting to formulate a sentence that made…
We know that Republicans can only empathize with something when it happens to someone they know: Of course, the people they know have to feel safe enough to speak their truth, first.
Yeah...being literally high with a VFR pilot on an IFR day is more of a sphincter tightener than getting too chemically high on the ground. I'll take bored for hours over terrified anytime.
If you can afford it, why the hell not? If nothing else, you don't have to shave your legs when you're sporting a ball gown.
Good point. I think the difference is that ladies know the standard-issue attractive guys can be perfectly delightful (if you don't happen to have one at home), and don't generally see them as defective in the face of the statistical anomaly that is a hardbody specimen. (All four of those guys are hot in their own…
I agree, people are good and kind to each other every day. But the population wouldn't be approaching 9 billion if half those people had more bodily autonomy/access to education/importance, and fewer people would not detract from the kindnesses.
This is what happens when intelligent young people don't have meaningful work.
Idle hands are the....
I am finding myself strongly in favor of switching the paradigm and having the men wear all the makeup. And beards. Together. I'm cool with going neatly barefaced in return, I'd hold up my end.
My experience is that french women will shamelessly eat fudge topping, from the jar, all of it, and then ask if we can go to the store for more, and maybe can I ship some later. I aspire to that, I just can't handle the smoking.
I've had a blast at Disneyland with my husband, it can be done. Plan on a school day that is not a holiday anywhere within driving distance, preferably a slightly rainy day (not gonna happen in SoCal any time soon). We did annual passes for the family one year; not even our kids like it that much. Lesson learned.
Ugh, so much stuff.
Ugh, we had a guy show up in ass cheek cutoffs. Nobody cared, but that was the day to avoid QA.
In the 90s I had a lovely adult workplace job as you describe; we only had to be in the office between certain hours to accommodate meeting scheduling, and other than that we could work whenever as long as we got our shit done. Sounds great, but still managed to be nightmarish in that working smart and getting stuff…
Fixed bicycles at a pro shop for the same reason. Proximity to the goods.
Mmm, chocolate & vanilla.
Bless you, Dodai, for posting this. I am so tired of seeing men in what are essentially outer wear granny panties. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, lets see some leg, fellas! I'm getting old and I need some eye candy. Thank you.
Go all in and read Good Calories, Bad Calories; same author, way more information and references. Then check out Fathead: the movie. Run your own personal experiment.