I was supposed to start writing this post 30 minutes ago, but I got side-tracked by seeing some stuff at, um, a well-known celebrity gossip site that shall not be named here (don’t worry, it’s not goddamn US Weekly or OK! crapazine, but a site I’ve mentioned here numerous times) that’s starting to become a shameless addiction of mine. I was curious over the birthdays of a couple actors, and had to look it up on said site. And got stuck there because of, well, hotness. I mean, impressive, pure-as-an-angel-in-orgasm hotness that I wished I discovered earlier.
That’s Henry Cavill (top) and Jason Momoa (bottom gif). Now I see why lotsa ladies are creaming for these two. I’d like to see them in the movies/TV shows they’re in, but, like that bootylicious gif of Charlie Hunnam, do I need to see them in anything else? Any good-looking man with some talent and class that bares their ass to the world, thus blessing us with their pulchritude with no shame, automatically gets on my crush list.
Nothing better to start a Randomness than with sexy hotness. Because, after this, ugly and boring stuff. I’m warning you.
LOL my local news last week for making the rain storm we got seem like El Nino and a hurricane was gonna hit the Bay Area. The worst that happened was flash flooding, trailer parks under water, and some trees falling onto homes and cars…but other than that, no deaths as far as I know. I swear, the reporting my local news gave to me regarding a preparation list (“Get batteries!” “Stock up on water!” “Make sure you got a generator!”) almost rivaled that of the news New Orleans people got when Hurricane Katrina was gonna strike. As if that wasn’t fucking nuts enough, I had to go to Trader Joe’s the day before the storm, and people were buying things in droves! Long lines at all the registers! A friend went to Safeway that same day, and she said all the bottled water got sold, not to mention long lines at the store as well.
My tinfoil hat theory likes to think that the grocery stores saw this storm coming, and decided to work with the local news to make the storm sound much bigger than it was going to be, and thus influence viewers to go buy lots of shit at their stores. As if these grocery stores are going broke. /tinfoil hat off
LOL Sports Illustrated magazine for naming the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge as the “Inspiration of the Year” in this week’s issue. More like the Flash-In-The-Pan of the year. Did you notice how that shit was happening all throughout July and August? Then September rolled around, and the
stunts absurd acts for raising awareness stopped. No one really talked about it after. This thing is equivalent to the biggest one-hit wonder of the year. And notice how this wasn’t even a thing in the spring or beginning of the year. Hey, it’s bitch-ass cold-as-fuck outside now, and now I’m interested in seeing someone do the ice bucket challenge in this kind of weather.
LOL the Best of Craigslist section. Full of more funny than today’s sitcoms.
One of the many things in this world that irks me to no ends are women who bash things that supposedly degrade women, and then act like total whores when a cute guy comes their way. I’ve sadly met a few girls in the past who are totally anti-porn (to which I looked at them like I saw some damn cassette tapes at Best Buy and go “they still have your kind out there?!?!), but got no problem wearing the sheerest of sheer tights to the club (so sheer you can see the label hanging out from their skimpy thong underneath their tights) to get a man. I’d be reading things from various online forums from female posters who think, for instance, being called a “Playmate” is demeaning. And then when there’s a topic about some sexy male actor, they then go on a literotica trip on what they want to do to these actors that borders on triple-X call-girl talk. Uh-huh…
(I missed you, my trusty disgusted brunette.)
As someone who has no shame in her love for all things prurient (as long as it’s safe and consensual!), these wannabe-prude whores need to pick a side. Either you hate sex stuff or love sex stuff. And what the hell is wrong with being called a Playmate, anyway? I find it cute! Hell, I like to refer my dream guys as playmates. And I’m sure they wouldn’t have a problem with it–better that than me calling them a “ho”. “Playmate” is no longer a gender-exclusive term in my book, like the term “bitch” or “whore.” I’d rather be called a Playmate than, say, a loser or a nobody. Or, worse, a K-trash, in which I’d be a loser and a nobody.
I can’t encourage people enough to do some research on what you want to talk about before you spit it out to the world. Unless you want to be torn apart by me. For instance, if you’re a lover of the 80s culture, and you’re going to brainlessly bash on the 90s for “introducing high-waisted pants,” watch out, bitch. High-waisted pants have been around since the damn 1950s, and were beautifully popular in the decade of new wave and yuppie greed bullshit. Low-rise pants–though nothing new, as they were around since the 1960s–was a style revived *drumroll, please* in the mid-90s. Also once referred as “hipsters” or “bumsters”, they were re-introduced to fashion in 1995-1996, most notably during Gucci’s Fall 1995 collection and the collections of Alexander McQueen during this timeframe. I know all this because I have a lot of fashion magazines from the 80s and 90s in my collection. There is also proof of this because of, you know, Google, Wikipedia, and YouTube. You can still love your decade, 80s fanatics, but if you’re gonna harp on my 90s, please, back your shit up and Google it first.
The same thing goes with those who believe that the more a man watches porn, the more likely he’s going to commit sexual crimes. (I bring this up because I saw this comment at an online forum I participate in. I’m not gonna argue with this poster that said this, however, as this forum is not about this kind of talk.) Please, go and Google your shit on this, too. I just cannot with people who claim without support.
And, finally, Bill Cosby. (Yeah, I know, guys.) Talk about a free fall from grace that masked the horrific shit he was doing.
I’ve been reading some online comments over this story, and I have to shout this out loud: WHO THE FUCK IS DEFENDING THIS GUY AND HIS ACTIONS?!?!? There are actual people, out in this world, who should know fucking better, but instead choose to speak out in defense (!!!) of Cosby.(I’ve also read comments from people criticizing Cosby’s victims, saying “why they didn’t say anything in the first place?”, as well as those who are bashing these women and saying “they’re doing this for the money” or “attention” and whatnot. It is the definition of “mind-boggling” in action.) Rape is rape, and it does not and should not matter who you are, what gender you are, what your race is, and how much money you got in your bank, regarding the perpetrator and victim. You commit that shit over and over again by either forcing or drugging your victims in private, while fronting a wholesome, good-guy image to the public, and for years on top of that, and you are setting yourself up for a fate far worse than death. This guy doesn’t need to die to go to hell; he’s living it right now.
This whole experience is quite the cautionary tale. I’ve always thought that Cosby was that wholesome, good-guy comic that could do no wrong. If he is not a true case of deceiving appearances, then I don’t know what is. And because of all this, I can’t help but feel a little leery over the famous ones I look to and admire (and, for some, crush on). It would really break my heart if, years down the line, a favorite actor of mine gets exposed for some Cosby-like shit he did when he was younger, or if a favorite athlete of mine suddenly gets caught for juicing. My only hope is that the ones I, at the very least, admire have no skeletons whatsoever in their closet. I got no problem with a little infamy in the famous people I admire, but not to where it’s so detrimental to where their dignity, legacy, and lives are permanently shamed. And maybe the rest of us should exercise a little caution over who we look up to from here on out. Following someone famous is nice and all, but don’t get too obsessed; one disturbing, unspeakable move from them and there goes your heart, breaking to pieces on the floor. I feel sorry for those who did look up to Bill Cosby up until the rape allegations surfaced. But Cosby’s wife? Shamefully shaming womankind, to say the least, every single time she heinously stands (!!) by her man.