Miracle or freakish nightmare from hell? You make the call.
Guy: Sure, honey, I'd love to watch Beaches with you. I love meaningful movies about close female relationships. Why am I cheering? Never mind.
He shoots, he scores! Can men do nothing without someone cheering them on?
Ken Lammers of Crim Law writes:
"Women get away with some of the most outrageous clothing choices when they come to court. I think this is because male judges (who wouldn't hesitate to dress down a male dressed inappropriately) have the old fashioned notions that it is not their place to comment on a female's clothing."
He points out that female judges are less, um, charitable.
I'd make two comments: 1) That only applies for litigants. Female attorneys catch hell for showing up in pants rather than skirts in many courtrooms. 2) On the other hand, most men wouldn't know if you're wearing nylons correctly, and could mistake some of today's blouses for lingerie tops.
Too good: Ode to Instability. What a freak.
If a research study has shown that 1/3 of all research studies are wrong, do you factor in that 1/3 margin of error to figure that actually only 1/9 of research studies are wrong? Or would it go the other way? I'm just asking.
Does this really sound like a good idea? I don't think I want to let anyone into that area with a laser.
Burt's Law and Swimsuit Issue. One issue examined: the right of women to go topless at beaches. On a side note, there's nothing in the Iowa indecent exposure law regarding breasts:
A person who exposes the person's genitals or pubes to another not the person's spouse, or who commits a sex act in the presence of or view of a third person, commits a serious misdemeanor, if:
1. The person does so to arouse or satisfy the sexual desires of either party; and
2. The person knows or reasonably should know that the act is offensive to the viewer.
Hmmm . . . I don't know about municipal codes, though, so ya might want to check before taking the top off at the Res.
The Onion does it again:
AKRON, OH—Area resident Helen Crandall, 44, was arrested by Akron
police Sunday, charged with conducting an elaborate "sex for security" scam in which she allegedly defrauded husband Russell Crandall out of nearly $230,000 in cash, food, clothing and housing over the past 19 years using periodic offers of sexual intercourse. . . .
According to Agee, undercover agents spotted Crandall's husband handing her $50 in cash at approximately 4 p.m., just 30 minutes after the two had sex. Crandall then drove off in her car, returning home two hours later with five bags of groceries.
"That's when we made the arrest," Agee said. "After tracking her for years, we finally had proof that she was buying all those goods with dirty money."
Read the rest.
A multi-purpose guide dog? But don't forget to practice safe sex.
And to wrap it up, I got myself a summer anthem:
 Your Summer Anthem is Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up For you, summer is all about fun, friends, and a little girl fighting. |
I'm ashamed to say it's already on the ipod.
UPDATE:
How could I have forgotten this one: the vibrator as a driving force behind the creation of the small electric motor.
via LLL and the Volokh Conspiracy.
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