Dirty Jobs

Not quite the ones featured in Mike Rowe’s shows, but another day, another dollar, right?

I refer here to The Sun  newspaper’s resident “sexpert” position [sic], which must be the easiest job in the world and which one might covet greatly.  Especially when it comes to covering [sic]  events like this:

Welcome to Swingathon 2025. More than a thousand horny revellers have descended on the sleepy village of Allington, Lincs, for a weekend of frolics, flings and full-on filth.

The participants look pretty much like you’d expect:

Of interest to me is the appearance into today’s lexicon of what’s termed “ethical non-monogamy“, which has to be the dictionary exemplar under the term OXYMORON.  Nevertheless, this seems to be a thing nowadays…

…which makes me not want to live in this world anymore.

I don’t want the job at all.

Random Totty

Meet Tasha Ghouri, a Brit chick who’s famous for having been on some TV shows or something.

An interesting note:  one of the shows she appeared on was the awful Strictly Come Dancing, which is interesting because she’s stone deaf, and has been since birth.

“Dear Dr. Kim”

“Dear Dr. Kim:

“I’m a junior executive (25), and was recently introduced to a rather pretty woman of 22 at a party.  We split off from the group, as one does, and started chatting.  About two minutes into the conversation, she started talking about her huge collection of something called ‘Labubus’.  (I had no idea what this is, and later discovered that it’s a small doll with teeth.)  Anyway, this woman’s entire conversation revolved around her collection — how much they cost, how collectible they are, the various types, and how adorable they are.

“I’m all for people having hobbies, but something seems a little off about this obsession, and I’m debating whether to follow up with this woman.

“Advice?”

— Wary Bloke In The City

Dear Wary (and a good name that is, too):

We have seen nonsense like this before, and it seems like there’s one for every generation:  Beanie Babies, Cabbage Patch dolls, and so on, which sell at outrageous prices and are subject to (calculated) shortages to drive up the value thereof.  So great was the excitement surrounding all these trinkets that people got into squabbles and fistfights over them at stores.

What has characterized all this obsessive nonsense is that the people most taken in by the craze are the same type:  they’re children, no matter what their age, and if older — say, over the age of ten — they’re likely to be stupid as well.

I’ve always told young men that if they enter the apartment / bedroom of their intended conquest and discover that the bed is covered with two dozen teddy bears, their only course of action is to run — run quickly and far away — to put as much distance as possible between you and this ghastliness.

These Labubu things very definitely fall into the teddy-bear / Cabbage Patch / Beanie Babies category.

So my advice is to blank Miss Labubu-Collector, and find someone less childish and more intelligent.  Your wariness, in this case, is definitely warranted.

Ruger WTF?

From PSA:

Just a minute here:

ROSE GOLD?

Ever get that feeling that you’re no longer in their target market?

And by the way:  at that price, I expect it to be at least 18-karat.

[exit, shaking head]