The changing world of internet habits:
Welcome to "The Meatrix"
PETA.org presents "The Meatrix," an animated remake of "The Matrix" - which tells the story of Leo, a pig who lives in a fantasy world where small, family-run farms still exist. Moopheus, the cow who leads the farming resistance, frees Leo from his delusions and shows him the truth: In the real world, animals are mass-produced on factory farms.
The EU is considering legislation to ban gender-based discrimination for all kinds of insurance (including life insurance and car insurance). The couple of people I know in the insurance business consider this mad, because women and men have different variances of both survival and claims. In fact, this is one area where women would be _worse_ off when discrimination is removed.
As usual, theferret puts it extremely well:
I've never seen it. I can't get off on just a woman's body; I need to know who it is that I'm being ground by. Would I like her in real life? Is she funny? Does she have my sense of humor?
Sure, I'd fuck Catherine Zeta-Jones a couple of times, but I'd leave her after a week if she couldn't appreciate a good dick joke.
I've long said that my ideal strip bar is a small coffee table. You pay an exorbitant fee up-front, but the stripper comes over to you, fully-clothed. You both order espressos and discuss who you are, how you got there, talk about politics and women's rights and religion. And then, after about a half an hour of get-to-know-ya talk, she says, "Would you like to see my breasts?" and then lapdances me.
That would be tremendously erotic. I'd go every night.
But the strip club, bare and barren - that nebulous, state-sanctioned, sex-free whorehouse, stripped bare of physical contact so all that you can see is the greed and fiduciary transactions underneath?
...I don't get it. I just don't.