Good morning Starshine

Here's to a 6th year of PST. (6 years??) Not to be confused with STP. But both equally bad. Hey-o!!

More stories. Less no stories. And an occasional shameless plug of some internet chick named Simone Gordon. 2018 I'll do better spelling her name correctly. Gordan. Gordin. Gorden. Autocorrect just changed Gorden to Geronimo. So there's that.

Have a wonderful and safe New Year's Eve! I already miss having breakfast at the French Quarter in WEHO, but since that's closed down anyway, my love, guess it's just one more thing that needs to change.

Hugs and kisses! Simone Gorden. Gordin. Geronimo!

Killed it by 8:36am. Record.

I love all these out of state people who suddenly come to Vegas just before AVN looking to make "friends" with Vegas locals #freeplacetostay.

How cheap. Shady. I never did that. I paid. Always. I insisted.

I WAS in the mood to have some fun tonight but after reading my 10th email just like this one...

No thanks. Pass. Maybe find a poker game instead. This is why I stick to my long time friends.

"Wanna fuck?"

No. Not any more.

My favorite Internet photo

I have no idea where this photo comes from but I love it. Wish those gentlemen would come over tonight. Those guys are hot. She's super sexy. Woman after my own heart. It's not that we women don't have fantasies, it's just impossible getting the moon and stars to align. I wonder what the fee was back then to see a show like hers? If it were me, those gentlemen would have front row every night. Love this photo.

I don't complain though. Could be worse. I could be in Minnesota right now where the temps are in...

But don't worry it warmed up to...

Ha! I don't miss that not one bit.

The REAL New Year’s Eve, eve

It’s Vegas. Truthfully I rarely ever know what day it is out here. Every day is Friday. I think it’s now Saturday, but what the heck, let’s just keep calling it Friday.

“Where are you! Do you know what day it is?!”

Um. No. Not since last June.

Happy New Year’s Eve, eve! I think? 🎉💫🎊🥂

Fucking mobile apps

For all your genius... still can’t fix the spaces?

C’mon kids. Your parents didn’t put you through university for mediocracy.

Your website’s getting fat!

New Years Eve, eve

This is my first blog from the iPad. Bare with me. I'm barely properly caffeinated. 

It's the eve of New Years Eve. It's also nine days until I turn 49 years old. Not quite the big 5.0. but I'm feeling it. It used to be New Years, was the significant new leaf game changer, but as I get older, the birthdays are more personally significant because we're talking about mortality. How do you feel knowing over half your life is over?

Someone once said being content is the worst thing for an artist.

I'm not content but I accept the things I cannot change with less difficulty. Everything is more intellectual to preserve the aging body. Know what I mean? Transcendent gag reflex. Ancient Indian Buddhist practitioners, and their female subjects, claimed to be able to give women orgasms through pure transference of energy. Like professional fighters who don't have sex before a fight. 

Personally and artistically I want to represent my age the best way I can. I will always love dressing up, being in front of and behind the camera, coloring, drawing, creating, with both lense, and hand, but (for me) there's a biological need to move on. 

All that raw lost anger. If you don't find a path, you just outgrow it. I'm a late bloomer. Even my wisdom teeth are still growing in. It's why my teeth are all crooked now. So what. I still get work. Fuck it. 

Glitter nails = New Years Eve

Just out of cultural curiosity, do black men not know what grey hair looks like? On the street and on social media I was "insulted" as being a blonde. A white washed Asian with blonde hair. You can call me whatever you want but THIS is my natural hair color. Yeah I'm defensive. Get it right.

There's nothing worse than being improperly insulted.

Calm down

They’re just photos.

Hysteria!

Relax.

People like to be mad for no reason.

I like to call those people CRAZY 😜 Aaaand it’s also why I don’t hang out with them.

Happy red glitter balls

Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. Don't know about you but I am ON TAP for the new year. Now that everyone got these holiday photos, I can take my balls out of this glass and replace it with wine. Big question is do I leave my apartment NYE and go out, or do I host a little something-something? I'm feeling it! You? 

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Content

You're adults. Figure it lout. 

"You mean this is JUST a shitty dumb blog?"

Yes!! Welcome!! 

Moving rest of my stuff out of the house today into my apartment. I'm paid until the 1st of the year but who wants to move during the holidays. The new people are moving in. They have the same idea. 

I have a 1 bedroom for now. Bed's already in there. I still sleep on the couch, you know. After I get this stuff moved in I'm taking a nap.

Living this close to strip means nothing. Cool for when friends visit. Otherwise the LYFT ride is $15 cheaper big deal.

I can see the strip

From my street. I can walk to Wynn’s in 10 minutes. Is that close enough? I signed the paperwork today. I didn’t want to live this close to the strip but what are you gonna do.

It's not him. Trust me.

Sorry that's not my friend. He's not on Twitter. And he wouldn't call himself Aramis even if he was. You can find him on FB under his real name. Both of us. My Aramis is 6'2, 6'3, brown/brown, GQ very good looking, muscular, 36 year old white farm boy from Wisconsin. I began calling him Aramis back in 2014 when he started growing out his beard, looking like a pasty-ass white version of Santiago Cabrera, in (TV series) THE MUSKETEERS. I explain his nick-name waaaay back in this BLOG: AUGUST 2014 

Secondly, Aramis is a computer engineer. All of my friends have real jobs/careers. I’m the only wayward artist in our group.

Not that it matters, and take no offense, but you guys are in two very different occupations. If Aramis ever were to contact you he would use his real name. I call him Aramis here only. Nowhere else. Now you know why. 

We don't hide. My face is all over this blog. Our faces are all over FB. He doesn't have Twitter. I just got back on Twitter, SimoneG5000. My face is all over that too. Email me there, or here at simone_gordon@yahoo.com. 

If you have something to say, say it. To me. Not on social media. That drives me crazy. 

Sorry I have no idea who that other guy is.  

That's not Aramis

I know what my friend looks like. I don't know that guy. 

Fuck (hair)

Why do women cut their hair and shave their heads in acts of defiance? We all do it. At one time or another rebel man's idea of beauty. Cut off our hair. Try forcing the world to see her self perceived inner worth upon first glance. 

I did it. Again. Two years ago this month. I cut off over 3 feet of hair. Bam. Gone. Blog. December 2015 Luckily it all worked out in the end. And for a little while back in 2015 lesbians were nice to me. Remember?

Sometimes acts of defiance works out.

Sometimes it doesn't. 

In Red Cross First Aid training they teach you to NEVER rush into a scene of an accident. Instead assess your surroundings. Survey possible dangers. Make sure you're safe. Make certain the area is safe. Then proceed with caution. All things Rose McGowan did not do. Instead she ran into this bloody 50,000 car pile up (which she helped cause) with nothing but raw emotions, gasoline, matches and (seemingly) a death wish. At reportedly 44 years of age, McGowan should know better. 

Women my age don't survive on our own, all these years, without learning a thing or two. Meryl Streep could write a Bible on how to survive Hollywood. 

And in response to Rose McGowan attacking her on twitter, Meryl Streep did the smartest, classiest thing a woman of her high caliber could do. 

Page 2.

Streep extended a hand to the woman who publicly insulted and attacked her. Streep gave her attacker her home phone number and said, "Lets talk. Lets understand each other." Streep waited day and night into the following day by her phone. And when Streep's attacker didn't accept her invite, Streep penned a very thoughtful letter in hopes her attacker might then reconsider the unprovoked stand against her.

In other words McGowan got bitch slapped. Repeatedly. Hard. But with love.

Regardless

That's how you do it. 

Take notes.  

 

And, presently, Rose McGowan's time in Hollywood will be remembered as: The woman who wrongly attacked Meryl Streep. 

Crackerjack job on your women's movement on... on... what was it about again?? 

See. This. Right here. This is why you stay out of the media. Because you might get emotional and say stupid shit like this which people will remember forever. 

Originally I was going to post what McGowan said in her tweet against Streep. No need. You saw it. We all did.

And I can't help but to wonder what might happen... next.  

What are the five stages of grieving?

1. Denial

2. Anger

3. Bargaining

4. Depression

5. Acceptance 

I'm going to say somewhere between 3 and 4. Maybe?

Perhaps someone should keep an eye on McGowan. 

I cannot think of a sane reason to randomly attack one of the biggest name women in your industry, ironically in a movement against abuse on women in Hollywood, unless you really were... you know.

All's fair in love and war? Even with yourself?

lip my stocking

Do ya know where that blog title's from? Do ya?

Oh you bad man! You bad bad man! 

Moving into my new place this week. I'll finally have privacy to shoot new content. It's only been 3 months but it feels like forever. Gave me time to drop more weight. Not intentionally. That's the thing about Vegas, one day you feel like eating, three days you don't, then maybe two days you do, then the next two days you don't. 

No, no, I'm definitely going to die out here, make no mistake, but now I'm pretty sure it's going to be from cardiac arrest, rather than consumption. 

In the meantime I'm making mock product photos in between wine studies. Why not? #NOFILTER 

49 years old (in 20 days). Can you dig it? 

Still my own hair. No bleach or dye. In the sunlight it looks very platinum.  

If I live to see 60, I want all my business meetings to be like this. #MADMEN 

And if you're a man, alone, you need show up at MY DOOR with Cartier Baiser Vole parfum, or a bottle of Belle Glos Pinot Noir Las Alturas. Just saying. 

Fuck Rose McGowan. I'm disgusted with girls who can't get what they want. Because nothing's hotter than an insane scream-o bitch? Um. No. I was sexually harassed. I told his family if they didn't settle out of court I would own the property they kissed his ass all their lives in servitude while waiting for him to die. Cha-ching. The end.

See how easy it is? 

Girlfriends, that's the difference between us and them. We take care of business and move on. 

Seriously ladies, it's not that hard. 

Take the money. Live your life.

Buy new lipstick, Rosie sweetie. You'll feel better.

P.S. Get a haircut you look like shit. BOOM! Grandma end-game. #MerylStreep #MattDamon

pussy pile up

Good evening.

Well that didn't take long. I wrote in my blog from this morning women were going to start turning on each other regarding the sexual harassment scandals, and NOT EVEN 24 hours later...

Um. I told you so?

Rose McGowan went after Meryl Streep. Hello career suicide! 

Clap-back!

If you've ever tried being class president, or ran for an office that requires votes among your peers, loved ones, and strangers alike, then you and I know in order to face a mob mentality, you have to know your market, recognize your assembly, and immediately identify cause and affect among that commonwealth in order to properly strategize your moves towards success. (And stay out of the media!)

The commonwealth here are women (in the entertainment industry) engaging other women NOT in the entertainment industry.  

All women.

Enough said.

Rule #1. Women don't like women. 

Point #2. Actresses aren't going to stay out of the media. 

It was doomed before it started.

Any smart man could see this ill conceived women's movement crumble as it was being slammed together in a tornado of random secreted hellfire and brimstone. There was no leader. No tangible demands. No plan. Therefor NOTHING to really execute. It was just pure raw female hormonal chaos that escalated into hysteria.  Great for making art. Shit for validating a feminist movement.  

And look what all these people who backed this idiotic chaos sacrificed. 

You guys helped in ruining careers. You helped ruining careers belonging to people you once called your friends. 

STUPID.

And as mind numbing as it is to witness this mess from a distance, you just know their friends and family are in complete total hell. You KNOW Rose McGowan's friends are getting text messages EVERY NIGHT at 2:45am, 2:47am, 2:56am, 3:10am, "What a fucking asshole. I can't fucking believe he fucking said that to me!!!" etc., drama., etc.

I had girlfriends like that once. Had.

These ladies should have gotten ONE spokesperson. A respectable likable leader. Or at the very least a woman not known in their industry. Just a spokesperson. A woman who is already removed from both industry and public opinion. Just an articulate, smart woman, who knows how to publicly speak and read what the speech writers wrote for her to say, or at least hit the bullet points. Much like being president, a lot of public opinion is relied upon their speech writers and (presently) his ability to stay on course in reading them. Obviously he doesn't.

But these women didn't do that. Any of that. 

And I'm also guessing these women in Alabama are now realizing they may have made a mistake in not first receiving a token of good faith in exchange for their votes. Um. Yeah. 

You know something's amiss when even Teen Vogue, is trying to spare you from this mistake.

OK I have to say it one more time with conviction. I fucking told you so! Now go give Kevin Spacey, and Al Franken, some wine, cheese and sausage baskets!

bitches need stitches

Alyssa Milano, I want to be on your side here, but you're so goddamn annoying. 

In the real world, in a real work place, both Weinstein and Milano, would have both been fired. No one wants drama in the work place. The only resolution, the ONLY answer, is providing a safe and healthy work place for the rest of the employees. You have to think of everyone. And since both Milano and Weinstein continuously disrupt the work place, in the real world they'd both be fired. 

Bye Felicia! 

I'm SO SICK of these women complaining. "Look at me! Look at me! Look at the movement I made!" As if sexual harassment is something new and didn't happen to anyone else, ever. You're right. Sexual harassment was totally irrelevant until Alyssa Milano came along. I'm actually rooting for Harvey now. 

I'm (right here) with you Matt Damon. You're spot on. 

Different crimes. Different punishments. 

But then punish them and MOVE (the fuck) ON.

I think I'm most annoyed at the fact that I don't know what these women want. What do you want? Money? Recognition? A pat on the back? You've received all this for like MONTHS now. You even got your own prestigious hashtag. Fuck. What more do you want? Because here's the deal, you don't get to bitch forever. You're women. Rule #1 women don't like women. There's limits. The moment other women aren't getting any pats on the back, they're going to turn on all the Milano's of Hollywood. I've already turned on her because I heard her the FIRST TIME. Months ago! Enough.  

But since this is Hollywood... 

HYSTERIA! Brought to you by women of Hollywood. The same people who complain loudly if their server innocently forget their shitty side of mayonnaise.  

Have I ever told you I think my dad speaks to me through Joel Osteen? 

It's weird.  

Yes dad.

I'm just going to say this one negative thing and then I'll move on. HOW does Jimmy Kimmel still have a job hosting late night TV? Anyone? Network executives? Are you just letting him finish out his contract or what?  

That's all I'm going to say about it.

I only got blocked once on Twitter this week so, good. She couldn't take criticism and blocked us. Me and another person. Actually it was something he said that drove her over the edge. He sarcastically called her a genius and she had no come-back other than BLOCK. Bitch got no game.

Dear black Alabama voters. Next time, get (at least) a promissory ring before you get on your backs and spread your legs. I hope you used a condom. Don't ask for things like equal pay and raises from your politician after you elect him into office. -- Accept the praises cuz you ain't getting raises. No politician is going to wine you and dine you AFTER you already put out! Next time ASK ME first. I'll tell you how to get what you want. You gotta bait and wait, honey. Bait and wait. 

So, New Years Eve. In Vegas. It's my first. Be gentle. I might just stay in with a bottle of wine and watch this Youtube clip all night. Dude, it's better than meditating! I completely zone out for like 30 minutes at a time. 

Or maybe a little Bally's Monster Put Put Mini Golf. $10. Bring your flask. You should see my inbox. You guys know I'm not gonna read that shit until February or March, right? And no, I won't be your date to AVN. I don't attend AVN for the same reason I don't attend NAMM, and some of my best friends will be at NAMM. It just doesn't interest me. And my friends don't want a bored (Simone Gordon) moping around. Don't blame them. You guys know where to find me in Vegas.    

Christmas. I don't celebrate Christmas. Unless you consider watching Aramis's grandma get shitfaced by 4pm, celebrating Christmas. In that case I celebrate Christmas at least two dozen times a year. 

I do have a sexy Valentines Day date. YAYO a drinking partner!  

My birthday, however, 49. It's not the BIG 5.0. but close. Still, I should do something.  Oh who am I kidding I'm just gonna play poker. 

On my 5.0 birthday I'm getting a "Do not resuscitate" tattoo. 

Seriously though, how is that confusing to anyone? 

Prostitution! The last honest occupation. Truly. And these Australian wives ain't having none of it? 

I don't get these types of sex hang ups. Is she legal and consenting? Yes? What's the problem? 

You want to send a hooker to my (hypothetical) husband who's off fighting for our country, knock yourself out. He likes redheads. So do I. Send her up to my room when he's done. 

So who's next on the bitches need stitches mad hysterics list? 

Because when I think of Alyssa Milano I think of this

I really am rooting for Harvey now.

We’re used to it

I would consider the accusations made by these women against Trump and Moore, as a feminist movement, um, if only they hinted at giving a shit about all the other women who were sexually harassed over the years and generations prior to them. But they never address those women. They only address themselves, so... I don’t care then. They just sound like hysterical women looking for media attention.

Years ago, 2006 maybe, I was walking home from the grocery store, mid day, bags of groceries in each hand, and a black guy covered his head/face with the sweatshirt he was carrying and forcefully grabbed my breast as he past me. He practically knocked me and the groceries to the ground. But I’m really not supposed to say any of that because only black lives matter, not all lives.

It’s cool liberals. Make it all about you instead of everyone. It’s what you guys do best.

We’re used to it.

There can only be one Martin Luther King, Jr.

No for the 1,000th time

Hair product company (HPC) : "Are you willing to get your hair colored?"

Me: "No. Sorry. Cut only."

HPC: "We require our models to be open to having their hair both cut and colored."

Me: "I see. The questionnaire asked WHICH of the two procedures would I be available for, cut, or color, or both? I replied "cut only". 

HPC: "You could get rid of that grey hair..."

Me: "I don't want to get rid of it."

HPC: "You want to keep your grey hair?"

Me: "Yes."

HPC: "Why?"

Me: "I like it."

HPC: "Why?"

Not that it's any of your business but I earned this grey hair. I like it. It's my natural hair color. 100% healthy. Thick. Vibrant. I barely use shampoo or conditioner and it doesn't fall out anymore. 

HPC: "A lot of our products are for salon styled hair."

Me: "I get that. You don't have products for grey hair, or natural hair color?"

HPC: "We do but...."

Yeah yeah I know, women don't usually buy expensive salon products for natural hair color. We don't need to. I use Tresemme shampoo. Barely. One bottle lasts me a month. Sometimes longer. I hardly use conditioner. I don't use hairspray I live in Vegas. Before that Venice. My hair is extremely thick. Natural hair stays cleaner longer and it doesn't require a lot of shampoo. I blow out my hair once every 2 or 3 days. I get my hair cut once every 6-8 weeks, and blown.

Me: "I'm sorry. I answered your questionnaire honestly. I'm not interested getting my hair colored. It took two years to grow this out. I like it this way. I don't know what to tell you. Maybe change your questionnaire?"

HPC: "I'm disappointed. If you change your mind..."

Thanks. No. I won't. 

Not ALL women keep dying their hair after 50 years of age. I'm turning 49 next month. Close enough. Women my age are dealing with other shit. Perimenopause. That's fun. Menopause. I can't even get a hysterectomy without a medical condition. I don't have a medical condition so YAY continued menstrual cycle. Don't be jealous! AARP. Life insurance. Senior care. Retirement. Death. It's not so much a treat anymore getting your roots colored every 3  to 4 weeks, like a period. It's time consuming and annoying, like a period. It seems all the women I know my age and older have had a hysterectomy. I want a hysterectomy. Getting old. What a racket. 

I better live long enough to go (at least) an entire year without a period. 

Back on point.

So why not cater to women with natural hair color too? Plus we still get our hair cut and blown out. 

You don't have to hire me or put me in your show. I don't care. 

I'm NOT coloring my hair. My hair is so thick you can cut and style it 100 ways. It'll grow back out in 3 months.

December 10, 2017 

November 21, 2017

October 16, 2017

Anyway...

On to more important things. 

So what part of the body do you think THAT is? 

 

It's Vegas. I can just start drinking now.

Grandma fell down!  And I was sober. I didn't have my walker with me. You know, the one with the tennis balls.

You know, I'm a drinker. I like to drink. I like being around other drinkers. NOT DRUNKS. Drinkers. If you can't handle your booze I don't want to hang out with you. I've never fallen down after drinking. Stone sober I ate it. Dinged my knee. Messed up the leg of my pants. 

I'm moving into my own place at the end of the month. I've been renting from a guy who would absolutely sue the fuck out of me if he recognized his house in any form of adult content. It's been MONTHS since I shot pics of my vagina and just like the rest of me, that too looks like it's still in high school. Perverts. You can look, no touching. 

I want to be roommates with THIS GUY

Oh Google Express, with THIS campaign.

Where have I heard of this sock stealing before?? Where o' where?? MAYBE THIS BLOG ??

First of all, you know that ad doesn't even make sense right? I mean the woman is under her kitchen sink for god friggin' sake AND THEN she just randomly asks if the other woman took her socks? For shame, Google. For shame!!! Amateurs.

Secondly, hell yes bitch. I STOLE YOUR SOCKS.    

Borrow whatever you want from this shit-can of a blog, I don't care. But wouldn't it have made more sense if the woman was in her bedroom drawer looking for socks, rather than under her kitchen sink? Dude. Know what I'm saying? 

I know. I know. Look at me, all, thinking. 

Sooooo, hey Facebook, heeeyyyy. I really like the 2017 recaps. It's very cool. But um, so, like, here's the thing, the thing is, I don't actually know Ken Bek. He's just the good looking ginger model who posed in a calendar of ginger men, only he was the only calendar model I was really into, and so, and so like... point is, I don't actually know him. But thanks for including him in my 2017 mo's anyway.

Al (mother f**king) Franken!!! Unlike SOME PEOPLE I can actually be bipartisan. I know good dems when they come along (rare as that may be) and Al Franken, was one of the good guys. He quit too soon. He should have fought harder. What a quitter. And I feel it's important to say this because I'm from Minnesota, and I'm a conservative, and a woman. 

So let's go back... 

I was born in 1969. I grew up in Minneosta. It was a heavily conflicted state when I was a kid. Majority of the state were farmers and laborers, still are. My dad was one of the few men I knew who actually wore suits and ties to work. My dad was a union man (for farmers and laborers). Back then it was called the AFL-CIO. Furthermore. MN was heavily religious, still is, Lutherans and Catholics. It was also a democratic state, still is, and a pro gun, and pro hunting state, which it still is. See what I mean? Conflict. Even in the 70's and 80's.

Religion

Pro-life

Guns

Hunting

Hard winters

Laborers

Farmers

Democrats

I was lucky. I never knew hunger, crime, violence, or hardship. But then again, us kids were raised a little tougher. A lot tougher! My upper back strength came from YEARS of shoveling snow in -15 degree weather. Kids literally had to learn how to use a compass. We had to learn barks of trees. Do you know what white-out, is? It's a state of confusion the brain has when the snow covers everything combined with mid-day bright sunshine, and you lose your bearings completely, on foot and on the road. You have to either use a compass and/or be able to recognize houses and trees because the snow has covered literally everything else. The town I grew up in had ONE stop light. No street lights. ONE gas station. One high school. ONE junior high school. Lots and lots of gorgeous land. Lots of trees. But in the winters you really only saw (sometimes) mere tree tops and partially exposed sides of houses. Cutting through backyards that sit on acres of land, and parks, and frozen lakes, in a light flurry, additionally in bright sun light, after heavy snowfall... it's actually pretty easy to get confused in a white-out. 

I'm not complaining. I'm sure I did when I was a kid. But as an adult I'm grateful for my childhood. I never really KNEW what misfortune was. 

Dads drank

Moms drank

Grandparents drank

Everyone drank

Everyone smoked cigarettes

I started smoking when I was 12 years old 

(by 17 years of age my parents were buying cigarettes for me)

Pregnant women smoked.

Kids all smoked pot

I'm sure adults did too.

Affairs happened

Pervy touchie-feelie relatives (Thanks for the lacy panties, uncle Mike!)

Dirty jokes

Skin mags

One or two kids got smacked around

someone's wife got smacked around

Chances are they deserved it now and again 

AND BEFORE YOU GO CRAZY with that last sentence, bear in mind if it's "OK" to beat the hell out of your disrespectful kid, and your disrespectful man, then HELL YES it's ok to beat the shit out of your CRAZY (out of control) disrespectful woman! 

Fair is fair.

Why do women always think they get a free pass?? They can do all the beating but not get beat?? Are you serious?? There were only two kinds women when I was kid, the women who earned a good man, and the bitchy cunts who thought they were entitled to a good man. 

"Being a woman is hard!!"

No. It's not. You're stupid. Stop talking to me. 

Fist fights over guns

Kids knew how to use heavy farm machinery

Milk a cow

Work in the orchards and farms starting at 4am

(to me that's actually all fun) 

What didn't kill us, made us stronger

Everyone mind their own business... until an innocent bone got broken and then someone got their ass beat up good and sent to the ER. Right or wrong, that's how things got taken care of. 

The only cops I ever saw as a kid (aside from the ones escorting my dad's ex-wife off his property) were the ones senior citizens called on my friends and I for noise. And that happened (maybe) three times? Everything else got taken care of privately. 

I got shot. No one went to jail. No one was arrested. I didn't die. Life went on. 

Because we were raised tougher. 

I'm not saying it's right or wrong. Just tougher. 

AL Franken, was a rare voice of reason in politics like Jesse Ventura. I have nothing but respect for Jesse Ventura as MN governor. He was a very progressive forward-thinking kind of person that all parties could communicate with. Well spoken. Intellectual. Same with Al Franken. And then this shit. What happened to investigation, innocent until PROVEN guilty? There's a lot of back and forth regarding the photo of him supposedly groping the "sleeping" playmate in kevlar. Other than that, accusations? Is this all it takes now? Accusations??

Honestly...

I'm really tired of these women. 

Every time another woman gets on TV now and says, "I was harassed"... I suddenly have the urge to punch her in the face.  

I'm sick of it.

It was 30 years ago. Either cope, or admit yourself into a mental hospital. Those are your only two options.  

Being groped and grabbed against your will is WRONG. But so is lying and behaving hysterically for attention. He said. She said. I think a lot of these women are just hysterical. We had a cure in Minnesota for hysterical women, mental institutions, and all a spouse or next of kin had to do was sign her admittance papers. That's literally all it took to admit a hysterical woman back then. Once a teenager learned he could admit his own mother into an asylum, well, things were more peaceful in the house if she was reasonable. The polite term for her condition is, "Nervous breakdown." 

Regarding Al Franken, there's no actual proof with anyone but the photo, and I'm still going to need more evidence. 

And the thing that gets me, I mean really gets me, is how F-10 epic the initial harassment scandal BACKFIRED. Holy shit. Backfired. Is there a movie we're allowed to watch anymore?? 

The Oscars. Are you NOT a white male between the ages of 35-80. Congratulations you won an Oscar!! 

John Conyers, sexual harassment token black man!!  

It's junior high school out there. Not even junior high school. Playground.  

Do these women know how to slap a man across the face? Just curious. Kick a man in the balls? There's an unspoken exchange of immediate justice that can happen when men act like shit towards women. If you grab me, my arm, my boob, my ass, buddy I'm going to knee you in the nuts, hard. It's gonna hurt. Bad. You might bleed. 

If you're from (pick a big city) things like guys jerking off in front of you happens at least once every three years. We joke about it. We bitch about it. Of course it's WRONG but we move on. Only in Hollywood, and Washington DC, can women NOT move on (jeezus christ, 30 years later?! Are you fucking kidding me?!)

Speaking about things that aren't there...

You politicians and your drama. Another piece of French art was recently criticized, 80 YEARS AFTER IT WAS PAINTED, for "resembling" child pornography -- you people are fucking high. This painting was done 80 years ago. 

Kudos to THE MET for not taking the painting down. 

Do you morons know what pornography is?? No really, do you??

Will someone show these assholes porn. 

I'm not going to talk about the differences between art and pornography, not today, but seriously... HOW do you get from THIS PAINTING to calling it pornography?? I think it says more about you than it does the painting. Meanwhile Toddlers and Tiaras, now that's wholesome good television, right?? Five year olds running around wearing lipstick and rouge, little cowgirl outfits, knee high boots and strutting down a runway, bouncing their hip, winking at the camera, because that's wholesome?? -- This country has lost it's collective fucking minds. 

Human beings are breaking down. They're losing their ability to cope. And the only way I can make sense of it is Darwinism. The 1% isn't about wealth. It's about survival. 

SEX ROBOTS is one of the answers. Stepford Wives. Absolutely. I'm behind it 100%. Make them more affordable. That way no one's stealing them. This guy's dick got so hard he reportedly STOLE this sex robot. That could have been an actual woman. Thank goodness it was a sex robot! I watched the video. That guy straight up broke in, and stole JUST the sex robot.

Wow. I mean. Wow. Look at her. I want to play with her boobs. 

What was I talking about?

2,500 Euro is, what, about $3,000 U.S.? HEY, um, so, like, my birthday is next month. :)

If you have children I'm telling you now, listen to me, secure their education in robotics, engineering, and/or science. Artificial Intelligence is their future. 

Those with a profitable education are the REAL 1%.

Robots are the future. 

Wow. Seriously. Look at those boobs! 

Have a great day, darlings. 

Love, grandma.