Ew. Always take comfort in the fact that you are not a horrible person.
Yessss, finally.
You can call me Ernest Poppins.
Or (being a 47 year old man myself) just don’t give a shit, and have an actual interest in people, who knows, you might even make friends...
frankly,i can’t wait to become invisible. i’m sick of ugly/average/old dudes (of all racial groups) looking at me in a sexualized,entitled way. how presumptuous to think that women live for male approval and that i won’t take offense to your wack ass with your wack ass pick up lines.
You have a hairline? I’m so jealous.
My big complaint about being an invisible 51 year old woman is I think it would be super cool to actually be invisible, I could have some major fucking fun. I trolled some spiritual dating site playing with the idea of getting back into online dating again and all the men in my age brack had their dating preferences…
Seriously! If I’m on the street and some guy above 20 drops something, I’m going to call out “Sir!” because what the fuck else am I supposed to say? It’s a generic term for an adult male.
Or that they are failures for not getting that treatment.
Then, there are some of us who attempt to remain hidden and anonymous because attention from the opposite sex (men, specifically) brings danger and can make us feel powerless. How nice it must be to rest assured that the people sizing you up and thinking you look good won’t overpower you and harm you. Heck, even…
Dear Tony,
Oh I am so, so happy that you wrote this. I read the original article and just laughed and laughed and laughed. Ah, such happy times! As a not unattractive 47 year old woman, not only am I invisible to men, but I’m also invisible to employers, employees, advertisers, clothing designers, TV and movie…
Suggested letter title: Tony’s Last Fuckable Day.
According to a new report from Huffington Post, the nonprofit who released the video may have “deceived” the IRS about its mission.
“How did you get over there?” seems to be coming out of my mouth a lot lately (same aged baby, and no, he’s not crawling...he just...moves)
“That’s what that dictionary I bought you is for. Have fun!”
Unless your kid is a dirty rotten snitch like mine is. Maybe that’s unfair. He’s not so much a snitch as someone who keeps his brain in his mouth so that whatever he thinks just spews out.