So I’m guessing you are objecting to my use of the word “twink” as a descriptive, since I can’t make any other sense out of this. Fair enough, I guess, so if it offends you please substitute “young brainless boy-man.” It’s more keystrokes, but I don’t mind.
OK, despite there having been no issue arise, this still makes my blood boil. Perhaps it might be worth the lamest pit thread of ever.
At this hotel, I am going back down to fetch the rest of the luggage when a ~5y/o girl runs up and presses the elevator button. We ride down together and have a nice chat. (Her sister is taking the stairs – is it a race? No – except it kind of turns out it is, for her sister at least.) Nothing happened. Everything was fine.
But, holy crap, I mean, I am a guy a tad older than Obama, not rough-looking or pretty, and I feel like there were these goddam eggshells all over the floor. My god, you talked to a 5y/o girl? How could you be so careless? Who knows what could have happened?
Really, statistically, what is the danger that the average adult male poses to a very young girl? We hear about the bad shit that happens, but 99.99999% (WAG) of men are never going to ever be a problem. It is just infuriating that I have to wear the kid gloves around the children, for no other reason than that the media has if-it-bleeds-it-leads jacked up the paranoia level way above reason.
Children are awesome and fun to hang out with, but thanks to a few crazy assholes and some reckless limelighters, I am not really trusted to be around any that I am not somehow related to. FTN.
My late great Petercat had one of those once. Turned out to be a cyst. My ex and I ended up taking care of it because we were flat broke at the time–that was an unexpectedly interesting ordeal.
We got great news on the cancer. The doc says only a lumpectomy and radiation. No IV chemo. It’s one that is, as these things go, minor. My mom is really happy.
That’s great news about Harley!
Such a relief to hear good news, GrumpyBunny. Between your mom and Harley, it’s a good day!
Oh, sorry, no – just the opposite. Great word! In fact, one of our high school friends was such a twink that a lot of people in school thought that was his name.
I was just mentally playing with the idea “Hmmm, what if I’d stumbled into the same store with the same cashier?” And enjoying playing with what was my go-to term forty years ago.
Hmm, I need to have an encounter with a twink today, so I can use it to give the story that added “mini-rants” flavor.
Twink (Urban Dictionary)
An attractive, boyish-looking, young gay man. The stereotypical twink is 18-22, slender with little or no body hair, often blonde, dresses in club wear even at 10:00 AM, and is not particularly intelligent. A twink is the gay answer to the blonde bimbo cheerleader.
There are two major theories about the origin of this word, both of which probably have elements of truth to them.
a) Twink comes from an acronym T.W.I.N.K. “Teenage, White, Into No Kink.”
b) Twinkie
What wonderful news about your mom!! Treatment still won’t be fun, but it’s much easier knowing that she just has to get through it then she can get on with her life.
I also have good news regarding Harley! What a freaking relief. The lump is a lipoma, a benign fatty tumor. He’ll only need to get it removed if it gets big and/or interferes with his mobility. His blood work was excellent, too. I may actually sleep tonight.
Thank you for the support! I was so worried.
ETA: Should have said thank you to everyone who posted support. It really helped.
I sent a technical book proposal to an agent four weeks ago. The agent liked it and passed it to a publisher. The publisher expressed mild interest and said they’d probably have a decision ready by this week.
I’ve been checking my email every 10 minutes since Monday morning. No response whatsoever. The suspense is driving me crazy…
Boy, things around here have been pretty negative lately so I’m happy to hear some positive news. Yay Harvey. Yay Grumpy Bunny. Best of luck, Srfton. Let’s turn this here into a mini-NON-rant thread for a few days.
Okay, non-rants ahoy…
I had a basically perfect day. Was off today, so I got up early, fed and watered the dogs while the wife slept, then rode my bike to a small town coffee joint… and sketched for an hour. After bacon and eggs at a greasy spoon, rode home and did some scraping (old house, I paint one side of it each summer). While listening to a jazzy Van Morrison album I’d just downloaded.
Oh, just to cap off the perfection, I did just enough work to earn a beer on the porch (with a dog and a stack of comics from the local shop’s Fi’ty Cent Bin).
Back when I was a child, my great aunt lived on a farm with her ‘friend’. It was an open secret that they were lesbians. Except to my mother and father.
So today having breakfast with my mother and she’s doing her usual railing about my father and her entire life and then suddenly spits out;
“(father’s sister) is a liar. She told me back in the 70’s that (great aunt) and (friend) were gay. That’s a lie. They were just two women who loved each other and lived on a farm together. People didn’t do that sort of thing in the 70’s”
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There are just not enough facepalms in the entire universe for this. I had a very hard time keeping my face straight, not laughing in her face or responding at all.
Why try? That was one of my best tools against my father’s occasional idiocy, to just let fly with the guffaws, followed by “You’re kidding, right?”
You know that yellow powder that Trump uses to color his hair with and that comes with the cheese mix that you use when making store bought boxed Mac and Cheese?
Yeah, that shit. Its teeming with phthalates.
Hey, it could be worse.
There are going to be some happy scavenger birds in Oregon.
Y’know, when there is severe weather moving through the area, I don’t mind if they interrupt TV shows for weather alerts, showing the weather map to see where the storms are moving, etc. But what fucking genius local TV news producer decided it would be a good idea to show live low-res streaming video of some reporter out driving around in their car… I’m sorry, mobile weather center… in the dark in the pouring rain with the wipers going full blast? All you can see is rain on the windshield and headlight glare, while they talk about how they just drove through a puddle in East Bumfuck and now they’re heading towards North WhoCaresVille. How is that helpful? Damn I hate TV news these days.
XD
Shoeless, our local news channel does the same thing! They call it “Drive 5” (I guess they have a theme - their helicopter is “Sky 5”). As a fun bonus, the camera they use has a fisheye lens that makes it seem like the car is moving a lot faster than it really is, so they apparently get loads of complaints about driving unsafely in inclement weather.
kayT, digs, **Helena330 ** (and anyone I missed)-- thanks for the support! She’s so happy and I’m incredibly relieved.
That’s great news! I guess that they’re like people – some just make weird lumps and bumps.
God I hate the sweaty days of summer. I washed my clothes Saturday morning. On now on Sunday afternoon my hamper is full and my bedroom smells like old sweaty clothes. 6 shirts, 4 shorts, 6 underwears, uncountable socks, and 2 hats soaked through and nasty in 36 hours of exercise, yardwork, housework,car work etc. Come on fall, hurry up.
A boy who was closely associated with my son killed himself this weekend. He was nineteen, had a two-year-old kid. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Actually, I know that I will let it go in a few days…I hope all the other people he hurt find peace as well.
Due to all the outrage of CNN blackmailing an apology from the original wrestling video creator my facebook page is now covered with new and improved videos. You’d think that everyone associated with publicity would be aware of the Streisand Effect.
You may not agree that CNN engaged in blackmail but that’s the perception of the people creating all the new videos. That’s about as mini as I’ve got this week.