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Have you seen Tamara Hope in that new Palm Pre commercial? She embodies creepiness in it. So much so that there’s been videos that creepify it even more. What gives?

Here’s the original:

The modified version is after the fold.

Continue reading Tamara Hope Is Creepy As Hell

Every day we take to the streets and walk the sidewalks on our way to our destinations for the day. Most of us are keen enough to walk in a straight line.  Why is it though that there are so many people that seem to lack the coordination to walk straight?

Granted there are those people who are either busy texting or chatting on their phones that tend to drift.  I can’t understand how hard it is to maintain a straight line.  If you have that much trouble walking straight and talking, I’d really hate to see them try to multitask with anything else.

Continue reading Sidewalk Sidewinders

This sums it all up perfectly. Why and how men desire women.

“Women would be amazed if they knew what men desire about them. Yes, of course, they want to see women naked and supine and melting, but male desire is far more readily stimulated by what the oblique glance discovers: the parted lips, the micron of eyelash which the mascara brush missed, the changing angle and shadow of cleavage, the bra-strap alternately displayed and covered up, the ripe-camembert plumpness at the edge of hips. There is, inside every adult man, a relentless Peeping Tom, a perennial 14-year-old boy, still amazed by the phenomenon of women on display, flagging their sexuality, their availability, with every square inch of visible flesh, clothing, make-up and curve.

We desire the personality that we discern in the walk, the clothes, the laugh… We look, and sigh, and wish to do certain things to her, first urgently, then luxuriantly, and keep doing it indefinitely; but we also hunger to have her do certain things to us, unimaginable though it may seem—we want her to want us. We don’t just want her surrender, like a slave captured in battle; we want her approbation, her adoration; we want to enchant her to desire us back. For, no matter how humble we feel before the dizzying fact of female beauty, men are just as narcissistic as women.”

- John Walsh

That about sums it up. Desire: What realy turns us on?

This is obviously a post out of frustration, but I’m certainly not the only one.  Not trying to be offensive here, but seriously I’m talking about the beyond control obese people.  Multiple times this week I’ve been delayed or missed a train because of one of you fatties.

So here’s my question.  For the same reason why it’s suggested you don’t bring your bike on the train during rush hour, shouldn’t fat people be advised to stay off the train?

From the MTA regarding bikes:

Bicycles are permitted on Subway trains at all times. However, we strongly recommend that cyclists avoid boarding crowded rush hour trains. Be courteous to your fellow passengers by standing with your bike, moving it so others can pass, and not blocking doors

This could easily be applied to fat people simply by substituting the words “bicycle”, “cyclists” or “bike” with “fatties” or something to that affect.

Fatties are permitted on Subway trains at all times.  However, we strongly recommend that fatties avoid boarding crowded rush hour trains.  Be courteous  to your fellow passengers by standing with your fat, moving the folds so others can pass, and not blocking doors.

See simple right?

I’d also like to know why you must swing your arms in a circular and horizontal flapping motion, as if you’re like an overweight penguin trying to take flight. (This is especially prominent with verys short and obese people)

Please don’t tell me it is to help stabilize you as you walk. That’s a bunch of crock since you’ve got such a giant center mass anchoring you, your proportionately tiny flailing arms aren’t going to do anything.

Continue reading Fat People On The Subway