We saw that movie. They put a muzzle on her face. A muzzle!! On her face!! How was that girl not humiliated?? That's the only thing we got out of that flick. Ok sure most of us don't speak French, and her teeth were A MESS, but they put a muzzle on her face! -- Am I using these exclamations correctly? I don't know what men got out of that movie, but us girls could not stop laughing over the muzzle they put on her face. I'm still talking about it!
I understand supply and demand. When product dries up, you have to sell what you got, like girls who require a muzzle on their faces. Still, was the McDonalds near her not hiring? Was that the only gig muzzle-girl could get? Did she want "fame" so badly she was willing to be a humiliated groupie ala Hannibal Lector?
I honestly don't remember anything else about that film.
There is no pride in Hollywood or film making anymore. What happened? I'm eager to see 'Murder On the Orient Express'. Maybe tonight. Not my kind of movie but it looks beautiful. We like looking at beautiful elegant things. Always. Beautiful scenes. Beautiful people. That's why Hollywood was once so popular, everyone wanted to mix and mingle among the beautiful people. Now...
Everyone looks like sloppy trainwrecks. Sure you're thin, but your hair and skin look like shit. And who dresses you? Who told you that dress looks good?
There's no art. There's no sex apeal. No mystery. No illusion. No chemistry. No script. There's no pride in the work people do. There's no pride in the way they look, in the way they act, in the way they dress. Nobody reads. It's a disgrace.
When you look sloppy, act sloppy, your clients and customers are sloppy. Dig?
I love Quentin Tarantino's films, but lately he's not making films. He making 120 minute shock videos. Enough with the N-word. Make a movie. Scripts. Acting. Art in motion. MAKE A MOVIE!!! This next film wrapped around Manson, can actually be done without the use of the N-word, but we'll see.
BEHIND THE SCENES...
You know where the deals are struck, the agreements are made, and the honor of someone's word. There's a language (especially regarding sex and money) no one wants to hear. No one. What language is that? Honesty.
Behind the scenes I don't respect "actors". Don't be fake. There's no need.
"Ciao bella," Really? Shut up. You're from Milwaukee.
No one wants to be honest. Not even among coworkers. No one wants to hear honesty. They want you to act. To pretend. Even behind the scenes. For no other reason than ego.
Metaphorically, "I don't want you to wash the dishes. I want you to WANT to wash the dishes."
Honey, nobody wants to wash your stupid fucking dishes. Let's talk like civilized mature adults who want to make money, okay?
But no. Why be honest? It's like pulling teeth. You men are the WORST.
Example: I got an email from a Las Vegas "club promoter" who asked if I would be interested in a PAID GIG hosting an occasional weekend party. We all know what that's about, right? So I, being me, wrote him back one simple sentence. "How much does the gig pay?" Legit question. He opened that door. I simply walked through. His response was this, "Wrong answer. You should be excited to host my party. You should be eager to play." And then when I was done laughing at his email, I blocked him from ever writing me again.
Put up, or shut up.
Still...
No one wants to talk honestly.
No one can just sit, have a cup of tea or a glass of wine like civilized adults, and discuss matters maturely and rationally.
Fuck fame. It's all about good health and prosperity. I don't need to live long, Spock. Just money in the bank.
BUT...
You have to be smart. A rare commodity in this day and age.
If you're over the age of 40, and had as much wild stupid sex as you claim to have had, by your late 40's you just don't give a shit anymore. You really don't. I've had this conversation with rockstars, sex workers, millionaires, you just don't care about sex. If you claim you still like to fuck, after all those years of sex, well then whatever shit you're working out in your head, those demons, it's all in your head projected through sex. Fuck the pain away. That's the sex you have over 40. Psychologically twisted fucked up sex. But you could still make some moneeeeeee. Hypothetically speaking of course. You saw that opening sex scene on 'House Of Cards' with the hot couple and the Japanese politician, rope, and plastic bag. Yup. No lies. That's real. That happens. $10,000. But only if you're smart. Are you smart?
If you've done it all, and repeated it 20 times over, by your late 40's you fuck for art, for money, or marriage, for whatever gig you're pushing, but rarely is it for pure pleasure. There. I said it. I said the one HONEST thing everyone will publicly deny.
"No I love getting my ass reamed by three ten inch dicks while wearing a face muzzle! Fuck yeah!!! Whooooo!!! Friday night!!"
Groupies.
Whatever you say, nutjob.
The lust for fame is what gets people in trouble. These girls think life is reality TV. They have no pride. No manners or self respect. And another thing, you really don't need to advertise your ass and pussy in every single ridiculous selfie to get work. Just saying. And lay off the makeup. You look like a clown. Get a decent hairstyle.
This is what high-end powerful men want, ladies, discretion. No fame. No cameras. They want a pretty girl they can take out to dinner without being embarrassed. These days, you'd be surprised how truly difficult even that is.
I'm not friends with single female swingers, or any single females in any kind of lifestyle for the simple fact I constantly met 100% drama. These girls have no perspective. No goals. No hobbies or interests. No self respect. They have no friends or life away from the lifestyle. And they definitely do not want to improve their lives or themselves.
Me, I do my thing, I go home, brew some tea and pack my backpack for the hike I'm taking tomorrow morning. Stay home and read a book. Make some art and display it somewhere. But these single ladies in the lifestyle, it never ends for them. Never. Lifestyle 24/7. Drama.
Point is...
I like watching Channing Tatum, dance. THAT'S HOT. I still couldn't care less about sex though.
But no. Metaphorically speaking, you male counterparts want me to WANT to wash the dishes.
No one WANTS to wash your goddamn dishes. Get over it, honey. Let's move on.
The only people who still want dirty sex over the age of 40, and god bless them, are those who never had it hot, wet, wild, insane, illegal at least once, and often when they were younger. And those people all do the one thing I find absolutely juvenile AND a giant waste of time, I'm talking about sexting. I don't have time to text dirty words. I have things to do! These nails don't manicure themselves.
I'm just a simpleton and I'm constantly busy. Where do these people find the time to sext?? My friends and I have no idea. My friends are complicated with their marriages, and kids, and two careers, and million dollar houses, four cars, and giant yards, never ending upkeep, and they're always on the run and constantly tired. -- I'm exhausted just writing all that.
I'm simple. On purpose. I know my limits. I've known for a long time. Life is hard enough on it's own without adding to it. Plus I'm single. Even when I was in a long term relationship, I was still single. Earning my own income. I like wine, art, writing, the art of being artistic, posh American bougie, and hanging out with my friends. There. The end. Regardless, I still do what I do with the best of what I have to work with. Pride. There's money out there. It's all over. Ask anyone who's ever had to hustle for (anything). They got the money. Where do you think these guys with movies to push, find backing? The money's out there. Just be honest.
Can we be honest?
Fuck fame. Have money in the bank.
And for the love of god, ladies, have a little pride.
Muzzle-girl... unbelievable.
Take care of yourselves!
xo Grandma
We should all aspire to be HER.
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