My hair is gigundous today. This is what happens when I forget a comb, and am forced to use hair products with the word "volumizing" in the description.
Don't mind my man hands...which also apparently got the volumizing treatment this morning.
How come no one ever told me I should watch Big Love? OK, fine, a bunch of you recommended it. But yeah, wow. What a cool show.
I'm really intrigued by people who make poly-type relationships work. And while I think the Mormon brand of traditional polygamy is bad for women ("I'm a dude and can marry anyone, but you're a lady and can't...also, bear me all these children, you fertile little receptacle, you!"), and you know, WEIRD AS FUCK with the whole planet thing, it is interesting to me how families who practice polygamy function.
I had a reader ask me recently about my views on polyamory. I explain all my views on who you bone/love/or otherwise partner up with in this post, but here's a little summary:
If you all are consenting adults, and everyone understands and communicates the bounds of the relationship(s) clearly, I'm cool with it. Not that my opinion on your boning life matters necessarily but yeah, I don't care how you get it done, as long as everyone is informed, happy, and aware.
Everyone is talking about General Petraeus' affair these days (as if it's anyone's business).
If there's anything Americans love, it's shitty food by TV personalities, reality TV, and someone who's been "caught in the act."
"Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one."-The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
I've decided that I'm going to gauge how excited I am about meeting someone (a dude someone) by my relative excitement (and subsequent follow-through) in grooming my nether regions. Right now my excitement level is hovering around a 1, with a strong leaning toward 0.
What random thoughts do you have to share today?