More J on biting the hand that feeds you:
I haven't really decided what I think Kobe Bryant did or did not do. Much of my confusion stems from an excellent article in this week's edition of Newsweek about him and the secual assault allegations, which seems to peel away the facade of sophistication and maturity that dominated him image.
Even though I don't have a solid opinion on what I think happened, I do think that Kobe has no idea what he is doing anymore. He cheated on his wife, rape or not. So, to make it up to her, he bought her a really expensive ring. Did he think that would make her forget his betrayal?
Then, this week, I heard about his new tattoo. You know, the one that symbolizes his love for his wife, and his new best friend, Psalm 27. I haven't found a picture of the tattoo on his forearm of his daughter's name, but I'm sure it is equally ironic.
Does he really think that people aren't laughing at him?
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J on sensitivity:
If you had sex with a deaf person, do you think he/she would:
1. Make no noise
2. Make a lot of noise, in an effort to hear himself/herself
3. Make a uh, deaf person noise?
And lets say you were having sex with a deaf person. Am I the only peron who would be tempted to say really weird shit? Especially if they couldn't read my lips?
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J on intimacy:
"If a woman takes a vibrator or other similar tool, and
sticks it up your pooper? No scrotum, not homoerotic. What if the tool itself
has a scrotum, then what? I don't think it counts as homoerotic. It's not
a functional scrotum, and besides, in these gray areas, I'm
going to use the gender of the tool-holder as the tiebreaker."
"I wonder what it would be like to pierce a clit hood.But not just any clit
hood; a 50-year old clit hood."
on self-esteem:
"I know I'm smart. I know I'm talented. But every now and
again, I realize, "Wow, I'm really fucking good."
I
don't know that too many people at The Office understand the problem I was
working on. But that's OK. Some people will be impressed, and some people
won't. I don't really care what they think, anyways.
But
today, I impressed myself. And that's a good feeling. A really good
feeling."
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on vacationing:
"We weren't at The Parks to enjoy the sites, or calmly enjoy the
day. We were there to ride the rides, see the shows, and make fun of fat
people."
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on shopping:
"I found a pair of uh, women's flip-flops that I loved, and a pair of blue canvas casual shoes. Nothing exciting in apparel, though.
Of course, at Kenneth Cole, I scored a pair of gray seersucker pants, and a bright pink shirt. Oh yes.
All of that shopping was a prelude to going to the Burberry store. Why why why?
Pink cotton pants. Marked down to 19 dollars. Oh fuck yes."
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on things the editor of this site isn't really concerned about:
"I know who I am.
I am a man who does not like to be fucked with.
If you do fuck with me, I will be the most vindictive, spiteful, asshole on Earth."
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On biting the hand that feeds you:
"Kobe Bryant is a damn fool."