Rotten Little Girls

The Internet: My Drug of Choice?

by Harlequin

StumbleUpon is my newest obsession. It is truly amazing how well this creation knows me; I am absolutely enthralled with the sites to which it directs me. And now when I sign on to my Amazon account, it shows me items that I might want to purchase – except I already own them. On my Facebook homepage, I am faced with the brutality of the “people you may know” option. Of course I friggin’ know them. I was trying to forget that fact.

My rambling comes to a halt when I realize that I love the internet, but this is a toxic relationship. The computer KNOWS about virtually everything that goes on in my life. So does anyone with basic computer knowledge. With the growing awareness of what everyone is doing at every moment, it seems as if society is headed in the direction of 1984. The government created the Internet during the Cold War, and they still have access to whatever they want. The judicial system patrols Facebook and MySpace in hopes of finding photographs or other personal information that can help prosecute alleged criminals; just look at Joshua Lipton (I tend to think he’s an idiot, but he is far more typical of my peers and myself than I care to admit). I can be a good citizen, take my computer to the Dell offices and ask for assistance – and all I get is the confirmation that my hard drive is destroyed, depleted, dead. Apparently the only way I can retrieve these files is by committing a felony and having my computer seized by the FBI.

Not to mention the ways in which we allow non-governmental sources have access to your private information. In a world that is increasingly paperless, shredding our documents doesn’t do much of anything when our social security numbers, bank account information, even our first pet’s name are floating around out there (somewhere, I am not sure where this alternate universe of the web exists…I always envisioned something space-like). Companies now use personal profiles online to help make hiring decisions. Hackers are always a threat, and identity theft is a problem that has developed mainly out of the internet resources. And now our ex-boyfriends can post private videos and naked pics of us on the Internet (I knew I should have never let him talk me in to that), and the industry of child pornography thrives on its Internet consumers.  Stalking is also much easier these days. I should know, I become obsessive about guys I date when I see their shady “away messages.” It’s to the point where breaking up with someone is even more painful because you can’t seem to escape their presence – you are constantly with him and everyone else until you yank the power cord. Granted I do not show up at their easily available addresses and molest them in the dark of the night. But I could if I wanted to. And looking at the lack of sex in my life lately, it just might come to that.

I hate to sound like a conspiracy theorist, but sometimes I feel as if the Internet is just some tool to trick us into submission. Sort of like Marx’s statement that religion is the opiate of the masses, it seems plausible to think of the Internet as a sort of drug that ends up enabling forces to work against us. I can barely go a day without going on the Internet – I thrive on the constant connection, the ability to go anywhere while sitting on my comfortable bed at my liberal arts school. But I can’t help but let my paranoia take control as I wonder about the true nature and purpose of the world wide web. I absolutely love the way that the world has opened up from this mysterious machine, but what is the price of this opportunity? How do we control an addiction that is so entrenched in our lives and our society that it may well end up controlling us?

I also can’t escape the irony that I am bitching about all of this on an online blog.

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She Wants Sex, and an Orgasm Too!

by Harlequin

Forget suffrage, equal pay, even the right to maternity leave. The new hot topic in women’s rights is a movement for sexual fulfillment. This legal idea was sparked by an Ecuadorian politician, Maria Soledad Vela, during the process of rewriting the country’s constitution.

Ms. Soledad Vela campaigning for sexual happiness

Ms. Soledad Vela campaigning for sexual happiness

Soledad Vela is arguing for sexual happiness in an open society, meaning that women should be able to have the knowledge and right to make their own decisions about sex.  Of course, opponents of the idea jumped all over her. Critics point out that she is just being “ridiculous” by bringing sexual relations into the new constitution, claiming that she is trying to make orgasm a legal right. Interestingly enough, in a really obvious sort of way, is the fact that the people most strongly opposed to Soledad Vela’s idea are men. I can see how people might be shocked at a law proposing sexual happiness. It does seem a bit ludicrous to assume that a country can enforce “happiness” in the bedroom – does that mean orgasm, more foreplay, making a man kiss you on the mouth after you suck his dick? I know I would be happier if all of those things were mandatory. But I realize that we take a lot of our sexual freedom here in America for granted. Sure, I still get called a slut sometimes, but I also live in a society where that word is questioned to the point at which I don’t really care about it anymore. So what would I be down in Ecuador? A mega-slut? Sexually untouchable?

But Soledad Vela isn’t talking about sexual skill or potency; it’s not a matter of enforcing “good” sex and imprisoning men for their sexual blunders. What she is really seeking is more along the lines of sexual equality in a legal sense, equality that allows women the legal right to have a happy sex life instead of being part of a baby factory. The phrase she uses to explain her viewpoint is “clearer laws covering life, health, and sex education” – meaning her law isn’t directly aimed at sexual intimacy. Granted she didn’t really make her point clear enough, but I think Soledad Vela may be pointing at societal judgments. And in that case, it’s not really a matter of legality. Perhaps the focus should be on reproductive rights, or abortion, although that might just bring us back to the issue of women serving solely as child bearers. Still you can only change tangible rights; you can’t force people to change their attitudes, especially when those attitudes are about a sensitive subject like female sexuality (in addition to being tainted by conservative Catholicism). You can’t guarantee a woman the right to have their sexuality free from judgment. But, hey, maybe this is a start.

Isn't sex supposed to be like fireworks?

Isn't sex supposed to be like fireworks?

Here is a news clip of the issue with Maria Soledad Vela…I think. It’s in Spanish, so anyone who has a better grasp of the language should check it out.

Has anyone ever heard of laws regarding women’s sexuality in Ecuador, or other countries? I am assuming that most countries do not have explicit laws about female sexual behavior, and I am not sure of the exact wording of Soledad Vela’s idea.

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My New Haircut…

by Harlequin

So maybe those Muslim women have the right idea with the hijab.  Apparently we have a serial hair stealer in our midst. Women keep your ponytail safe!! Check out this strange, yet hilarious news clip:

Serial…Hair Thief ???

I have to admit I would be pretty devastated if someone cut off my hair too. I mean, I have literally cried after I got my hair trimmed a couple of inches…and this was recently. But still, I wouldn’t quit my job after it. It is a violation, I’ll give her that. But, at the risk of sounding insensitive (not that I really mind being insensitive…), she didn’t get raped.

…Although…hair can be symbolic.  Just think about the power of Samson, or even better the power of Medusa through “vagina dentata”. So maybe this guy is just fighting evil, one woman at a time?

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10 Ways to Kill the Environment

by Harlequin

One by one, each individual can make it happen!

Dying Planet?

Dying Planet?

10. Recycle, out your car door window - why should the concept of littering keep us trapped in trash cans?

9. Fill your china cabinet with styrofoam cups and paper plates – you will never have to do dishes again!

8. Drive your car to the mailbox at the end of your driveway - you never know what kind of people might attack you in the shadows of the night.

7. Take a trip to the Amazon Forest and light it on fire as a dare – nothing is funnier than committing arson under the influence.

6. Go on a pillage of bees‘ nests and massacre the inhabitants – those little bastards deserve it.

5. Pick one of these methods! – sometimes I think one of these options would be the best way for the world to go out…

4. Have as much unprotected sex with as many dumb anonymous strangers as you can, and then join the religious right’s war against abortion - Mike Huckabee says that if we allow every aborted fetus to grow up and join the workforce, then we won’t need Mexican labor anymore, so we can kill 2 birds with one stone!

3. Buy as many new technological devices as you can afford, especially plasma TVs and cell phones – those people in India don’t need water anyways.

2. Try to use an entire roll of toilet paper every time you go to the bathroom – it’s really the only way to stay sanitary, and Charmin says we deserve the best…plus you can leave the empty roll for the next person!

1. Vote for McCain/Palin in ’08 - our oil interests need that refuge land more than the arctic wildlife, and she is way hotter than a polar bear.

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The Cheating Curve

by Harlequin

Well I haven’t been around for awhile, since I have been moving into my new townhouse (with all of my friends, including Dollface) and getting used to classes.  So this has been my first week back at college…I am sorry for not being around, but there have been some interesting stories to tell – if i could remember.

But on another note, this has also been my younger brother’s first week at college – as a freshman.  We all moved him in last week and got him settled, and he seems to be happy.  But…he cheated on his girlfriend.  The kid’s first weekend at college, his first college party, and he cheats on the girl that he loves.  My friend told me it was not really his fault – he did love this girl but his hormones were too much for him to handle.  Perhaps that is partly true.  It’s an explanation, but it sure as hell isn’t an excuse.  So is monogamy even realistic, even when we outgrow our hormones?

Needless to say, I am disappointed in him.  But I understand – I cheated once, and it was more than just making out.  But my brother and his girlfriend are just so sickeningly perfect for each other.  Before this, my friends and I all fawned over what a great boyfriend he was, what a great couple they were.  And they are.  I can’t find a healthy relationship for the life of me, and he gets one on his first try.  In high school, nonetheless.  I suppose that is what disappoints me the most, that even the relationships that seem the best can fall apart so easily.

I do not condone cheating, but I also do not condemn it.  I think the best we can do is try to understand what lies behind the face of cheating, why people do it. Context can be everything, and although I only know of my own personal experiences, cheating seems to be everywhere today.  Even the most beautiful women in Hollywood are cheated on – Reese Witherspoon, Elizabeth Hurley, Sienna Miller.  I have been cheated on a lot, but when I was the cheater, I did it out of drunken vindictiveness.  He had been ignoring me for weeks and I decided that if he didn’t pick up his phone when I called him at 2 in the morning then I would have sex with an unnamed character.  Now, we broke up a week later; I realized he had pretty much already dumped me without immediately getting around to letting me know.  So I don’t feel too bad about that, although I do realize it was completely immature and wrong.  My second example is that of a friend who has been dating a man for 6 years, and everyone thought they were the perfect couple.  One night they had a party at their apartment, and a girl who had just broken up with the man’s best friend showed up, without an invitation.  As the night went on and people trickled in and out, my friend went to bed.  When she got up an hour later, she entered the living room to see her boyfriend, passed out and naked from the waist down, and the girl masturbating next to him.  Neither of them ever found out what really happened, and they are still together months later; in fact, they are having a baby next year.

So we get to my brother.  He was at a party, drinking of course, and a girl pulls him around the corner for an exhibitionist make-out session.  He tells me that she pulls off his shirt, and then her own, and kisses him up against the wall.  He says he kissed her back.  And then he stopped, and said, “I can’t do this,” to which she responded that she didn’t care if he had a girlfriend.  He called up his girlfriend crying and told her what happened, and other than that I don’t know of any new developments.

So what happens now – do you try to heal, or do you give your partner the boot?  And where do we draw the line of what is cheating – sex with anyone, sex only with someone of the opposite sex, kissing, or simply feelings?  Obviously the answer to these questions will vary from person to person, but I do not know if I could continue a relationship with someone who cheated on me, emotionally or physically.  Forgiveness is a lot easier than I thought.  But forgetting isn’t something that can ever really happen; at best you can move past it and live with it.  I don’t know if you can ever rebuild that trust.  An infidelity (or God forbid, several) is always there, lingering, making you wonder.  I can forgive my ex-boyfriend for his adulterous ways, but I can never forget and I most certainly could never be with him again.  I wanted to try, and I did, but instead of fading with time, his infidelities just became more vivid.  I turned into a crazed, jealous, suspicious, paranoid wreck.  A lot of that is still with me – and I feel that any man who dates me now deserves a trophy just for dealing with it.  But I have learned a lot from cheating, both on the giving and the receiving end, and I am still astounded with the complexity of emotions that are involved.

So what are all of your experiences with cheating?  Have you ever been the victim or the culprit, or maybe both?

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Mondays are a Bitch, and So is She: Sarah Palin

by Harlequin

She is the epitome of the perfect woman: a mix of independence and family values, of Susie Homemaker and sharp career woman. And we can’t forget beautiful! Miss Sarah Palin – this is the individual who may be the next VP.  And looking at John McCain’s membership in the Really Old Men Living With the Effects of Skin Cancer and Torture club, she could even be our next President.

Shit.

It must be love.

It must be love.

She is so attractive and fashionable with her feminine tousled hair and her trendy professional glasses that she made it into Vogue.  We all have heard the endless comparisons – she looks like Tina Fey, Megan Mullaly, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss, the spokesperson for Overstock.com, McCain’s third wife.  But come on, look at her!  She’s hot!  She is the sexy librarian, the gorgeous girl-next-door that can hang with the boys, eating moose and shooting rifles and hunting before she goes and straightens out the finances of a state. Before her docile flute performances in beauty pageants, “Sarah Barracuda” played basketball in high school, where she headed the group “Fellowship of Christian Athletes” (what does a group like that even do?) and led prayers for her team before each game. She married her high school sweetheart, Todd Palin (who I want to do – he looks like a sexy scruffy blue collar guy who is good with his hands…too bad their 20 year anniversary was Friday), a working class family man who is also a champion snowmobiler.  Ms. Palin worked as a sportscaster and fisher(wo)man, before she got involved in politics and had 5 children – named Track, Bristol, Willow, Piper, and Trig. Not to mention that the last kid has down syndrome, and she posed for Vogue during the pregnancy and popped him out while still in office!

I don’t hate her because she’s got it all.  Well, I do…a little.

Sarah Palin, or face of Overstock?

Ms. Palin looks like the face of Overstock.com!

Jesus Christ, lady, please stop putting us all to shame. Honestly, I think she sounds awesome. As a woman. In fact, I am sort of jealous. I wish I could be well-rounded enough to simultaneously stand up to big boy politicians like Don Young and Ted Stevens, but still retain my femininity enough to be glorified in the eyes of men. But, hey, I can at least give all my children trendy names that sound like they came from a Scandinavian fairy tale.

But her politics are another issue. Sure I think she is a bad-ass woman who apparently can do everything and look good at the same time, but her knack for controlling finances is not good enough for me. In spite of her ability to cut spending and waste, she is pro-life (a member of Feminists For Life), pro-gun (a member of the National Rifle Association), pro-religion (she advocated including creationism in school curriculum), and pretty damn protective of her oil (it is Alaska’s lifeblood). And then there are her vendettas: one against the police chief of Wasilla, a small Alaskan town of which Palin was mayor; she fired him because he supported her opponent; another against Mike Wooten, a state trooper she wanted fired, and who was coincidentally divorcing her sister; and yet another against Walter Monegan, the Public Safety Commissioner she dismissed because he didn’t give Wooten the boot. Sarah Palin’s approval ratings dropped after the Monegan controversy, and Alaska even investigated her for abuse of power when she is supposed to be poster girl for fighting corruption. She even screws the environment, opening up the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to oil drilling and voting against listing polar bears as an endangered species because it threatened Alaska’s oil industry. Come on, how can we vote for a woman who doesn’t even like polar bears? What kind of soft-hearted femininity does that show?

All in all, I would say Sarah Palin was chosen because she was a woman who could maybe fill Hillary’s shoes. But also, because she is a non-threatening woman.  I respect her as a woman, yet as a politician I am disappointed.  Sure, she has her opinions and she has made it this far in the political game, but she sure as hell ain’t getting my vote. I only vote for the real bitches. If only Hillary and Michelle could quit bitching about each other and make a team…

We are obsessed with Sarah Palin lately – check out our other articles here, here, and even here!

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And The Crown Goes To…

by Harlequin

I am sure there are a trillion posts about John McCain’s pick for VP. But come on, Sarah Palin is just a goldmine for words; I am excited just thinking about the state of our nation’s politics today – black guys with afros, beauty queens, and body builders! The world is a crazy place, and this election perfectly exemplifies the changing nature of our society. I don’t know much about her, but from what I have been reading there is only one thing in my mind: confusion.

Ok McCain, we know Barack Obama had to pick an old white guy to hedge his bets. Apparently you had to hedge yours by choosing a woman – one who is certainly not bad to look at, given her status as a beauty pageant contestant. She looks like a former model dressed up in executive clothes, but much less of a tight-ass than your wife Cindy McCain.

I am frustrated. Frustrated because I would love to hear a woman’s voice in the presidency, but really more frustrated because this is apparently the kind of woman we need to start off with. I admire her tenacity and her success, but then I read about her background and her stance on certain issues and I just want to send her back to Alaska. She may be a financial whiz, but then you look at her opinions on social issues. She was obviously picked because she is a woman who shares many of McCain’s viewpoints. She is a woman who is against abortion, a friend of gay people who is against gay marriage, and a mother of an 18-year-old son in the military who spends her spare time shooting rifles. McCain says she is perfect for the job, but he puts a big hole through his inexperience angle. If Obama is inexperienced, then what the hell would you call Miss Congeniality? She ain’t no Hillary, but sadly she may just have the right genitals to sway a few female voters.

So be sure to check back here for more about Sarah Palin – there is so much more to say about her, so she has won the honor of being the next bitch on the burning block!

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I’m Not a Slut – I’m Emotionally Easy.

by Harlequin

Sometimes I feel like a big slut. And in a manner of speaking, some people would say I am pretty easy. I have not had sex with that many people, but my number is a bit higher than I care to admit. I have lied in shame about my number (not to anyone I have anything longstanding or serious with, I swear). But honestly, I am torn. Part of me wants to fuck every attractive human (penis desired but certainly not required) that I see, but the other part of me wants that monogamous relationship. I spend a good deal of time wondering how many more men I will have to sleep with before I find the one I want to be with indefinitely…err, I mean forever.

But quantifying my sexual escapades isn’t the real reason I feel like a slut. It’s more about the degree to which my emotions for a person sway me to give it up, and give it up fast (well sometimes I take it slow….) All jokes aside though, I try to stand my ground and demand respect, but at the end of the day my feelings take all. The last guy I fell for (note: by “fell for,” I mean got infatuated with, not fell in love with; there is a big difference) certainly wasn’t the monogamy material he tried to present himself as. He spouted about wanting a relationship every time he came back into my life, and I believed him because I wanted to. The last time I saw him he refused to come inside my house to meet my friends; he instead convinced me to have sex with him in the back of his car in the parking lot outside my house – after I cried with my back against his driver’s side door for an hour. The thing is, I don’t think this is a bad thing. I loved having sex with him, I wanted to do it. But I just feel so easy! I don’t find people that I can fall for often, but once I do, I fall for them so easily and lose all my dignity for them. If that makes sense. I have only ever been in unhealthy relationships, and this latest “relationship” has been going on for over six months. I should be woman enough to say that he can’t give me what I need and move on, but I just know that when he stops ignoring me this time his dick will be inside me faster than I can say “fuck me please.” I relish having him inside me, breathing on my neck, wrapping my arms around him and laying on his shoulder after we’re done. But sometimes I wonder just how fast he wants to get out of there.

What am I trying to say? I don’t know. Maybe that I’m not really a slut, I just want a person unconditionally. After  bruises on my heart and ego heal, after my anger subsides, I realize I do care about people with more than my hormones. And if sex is supposed to be between people who care about each other, then I illogically conclude that caring for him overrides any lack of feelings on his part.

So is it okay for us to be sluts? Baby, I’ll be a slut for someone I care about any day. And maybe someone will come along to be a slut for me the same way.

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Mondays are a Bitch, and So is She: Hillary Rodham Clinton

by Harlequin

So she is far out of the race.  But with the approaching election and Barack Obama‘s announcement of his running mate Joe Biden, I felt the need to address the swarming sea of negative opinions that have seemed to drown this former presidential candidate.  I am often the leper in the room who supports her.  But I just need to ask: What is with all the Hillary-Hate?

Sure, I have my doubts when I look at her personal life.  While I have to admit that I totally admire Bill Clinton (I think to the point of having a crush on him), let’s just get it out of the way that he is a cheating womanizer.  I would like to say I would respect Hillary more if she dumped the guy, maybe hired a hot younger campaign assistant who became her boyfriend (sort of like Demi and Ashton), or if she aged gracefully without a partner by her side – but who am I to comment?  I, and many women, have stayed with cheating men, and it is not a clear-cut issue.  I don’t advocate adultery, but I also don’t advocate sticking your nose into people’s personal lives.  When she did feel compelled to explain, Hillary stated that she stayed married because of love: “No one understands me better and no one can make me laugh the way Bill does…even after all these years, he is still the most interesting, energizing and fully alive person I have ever met.”  Cliche or not, I don’t care who it is – Clinton, Spitzer, Edwards – the women who have married these men can make their own decisions regardless of society’s opinions of the wrongdoers.

Not only that, but people have been critical of Hillary and Bill’s marriage for long before any cheating came to light.  Opponents claim she is a power-hungry bitch just using marriage to gain a political stronghold.  I am personally impressed by the relationship between these two professional people, especially looking at how their daughter Chelsea turned out (here’s Jenna and others of the Bush clan for comparison).  Never mind that they have dated since college, when Bill gave up his plans to join Hillary when she was interning in California, and Hillary stayed at Yale an extra year so she could graduate with Bill.  She did decline his early proposals – explaining that she “harbored doubts about marriage, concerned that her separate identity would be lost and that her accomplishments would be viewed in the light of someone else’s – and that seems like a responsible move that many young women could learn from.  I mean let’s face it, after the marriage, Hillary ended up supporting her husband through her high-paying job as a lawyer, a job she eventually gave up to work on his political campaigns.  After years of keeping her own last name, which reportedly made her mother cry, she started using the name Clinton in order to appease Arkansas voters (for more about last names in marriage, read this post).

No matter what insults you do have for her, there is no doubt that she is intelligent.  A graduate of Wellesley College and Yale Law School, she has twice been named one of the top 100 lawyers in America.  Her work as First Lady was a lot more work than she got credit for; it wasn’t all about drinking tea and planning parties.  If anything, I agree with Elizabeth Wurtzel‘s commentary in her book “Bitch” that the biggest flaw in Hillary’s career is that she did all this damn work without demanding a cent.  She worked for her husband’s cause – for instance, she developed the idea for a universal health plan that has been both applauded and bashed – and she did it all for free.  Simply because she was the First Lady…his wife.  Even Bill Clinton referred to presidential ticket as a “two for the price of one” deal because of the woman he would be toting with him to the White House.

Because she does have experience.  I think that is what people fear in a woman like Hillary Clinton.  She has been involved in politics since the age of thirteen, when she studied electoral fraud against Richard Nixon in the 1960 presidential election.  When I was thirteen, I was sitting in front of the mirror picking food out of my braces.  She continued to be active in politics, but was also the first First Lady to hold a post-graduate degree and to have her own professional career up to the time of her husband’s election.  It was quite obvious that she was involved in public policy, a fact that many people deemed “inappropriate.”  She is labeled a ballbuster, a feminazi, and a bitch – but one of my close friends likes to point out that in reality she seems like a “dude in a skirt.”  Sure, she criticizes women like Tammy Wynette for staying home and baking cookies.  Because baking cookies isn’t going to get you respect.  But guess what?  Apparently neither is having intelligence, independence, or strong opinions.  I don’t think Hillary Clinton could be a good president, not because of her ideas, but because she just has too much going against her.  The most popularly sold books about the woman have titles like, “Madame Hillary: The Dark Road to the White House”, “Hillary’s Scheme: Inside the Next Clinton’s Ruthless Agenda to Take the White House”, and “Can She Be Stopped? : Hillary Clinton Will Be the Next President of the United States Unless…”.  When she ran for Senate in 2000, organizations with names like “Save Our Senate” and the “Emergency Committee to Stop Hillary Rodham Clinton” were established – does anyone else think these titles and names are akin to something 14-year-old boys would come up with because they are afraid of the girls getting into the clubhouse?  And she got reelected in spite of all this…but then again, so did George Bush (both of them!).

In spite of all her “ball-busting” opinions, Hillary is just a dude with a skirt.  She is trying to conform to the role of a politician so that she can play with the big boys.  I wish it could go another way, but can you picture someone overflowing with Jennifer Lopez-esque femininity running the White House?  Still, as much as she tries, Hillary can’t escape her womanhood.  She has been the subject of many misogynistic comments, and the Internet is rampant with sites that sexually degrade her (just try looking up some groups on Facebook).  It’s sad, but the way our country is today, I can’t see a woman or a black man being elected to office, no matter their qualifications.  As much as I support Joe Biden, sometimes I feel his best asset in this race is his status as a white male.

Studies show that most people have a very strong opinion of Hillary; relatively few are neutral.  So what’s the consensus – love or hate?

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10 Places You Should NEVER Have Sex

by Harlequin

Well…maybe just once.

These locations for intercourse are popular in both fantasy and reality, but in actuality they are terrible ideas. I am guilty of doing naughty things in some of these places myself; the rest I want to try, and probably will, but at least I will go into it knowing it’s a bad idea!

10. The woods – my friend once got poison ivy on her entire body. And reaching orgasm is going to be pretty damn difficult if you are sidetracked by the sounds of leaves rustling and branches snapping. Could be a wild animal. Well, that or a serial killer.

9. Driver’s seat of a car – unless you are a stick figure, your ass is going to honk that horn. A lot. Not to mention stick shift accidents.

8. Your parents’ bed – do you really want to share a coital nest with them? It brings a new meaning to the term family bonding.

7. Pools – just think about chlorine up your cooch. It burns. Plus the chemicals can cause infection.

6. Airplane – this just reminds me of the movie “Vegas Vacation.” How does one person move around in there, let alone two people thrusting away with abandon? And air travel regulations are a bitch these days. Again, maybe if you are both skinnier than a runway model.

5. Oceans, lakes, ponds, rivers, etc. – it’s enough that all that questionable water is going up there, but what about the mysterious sea creatures roaming around? Make sure that’s his dick that’s inside you…

4. On stage – well I think that’s enough said on that one. Unless your practicing to become a porn star.

3. Public bathrooms – I did this in a mall once, and it was more than just uncomfortable and painful. Just think of all the germs! Let’s not even get started on porter potties, bouse houses, or whatever you want to call them.

2. Your grandmother’s funeral – hey, she might be looking down on you, and getting the cum stains out of that black dress will be a total pain.

1. The beach – this has got to be the most cliché fantasy there is (hell there is even a drink named after it, not to mention a Venga Boys song, body sprays, and countless other things) but in reality it is awful! Sand in every crevice, bug bites on your ass, sunburns, not to mention beach patrol all up in your …umm… business.

Anyone have any stories to tell? We want to hear the good, the bad, and especially the ugly!

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