“You should wait as long as you can to have sex, because as a woman, you don’t even begin to enjoy it until your mid-twenties. When you’re 17, you don’t even know how to operate what’s going on down there and you shouldn’t try.”—Lady Gaga giving sex advice to her female fans whilst on the Howard Stern show. (via fuckyeahladygaga)
If you read this blog or listen to the podcast it’s no secret that I am a huge fan of Gail Simone’s Secret Six. From their very first appearance in Infinite Crisis it was clear that this was a very different comic team. A more than worthy successor to the brilliant 90s team book, Ostrander’s Suicide Squad, Secret Six pushed the boundaries of violence and sex more than any other book at DC. Twisted, I think, is a good word to describe it. Through good writing and some of the best character dialogue in comics, it was able to walk the dangerously thin line between humor and drama. Comics is really a little worse off due to the loss of this fantastic book.
I have solidified my position on never having children ever, but I am happy to inflict my genetics on any other unsuspecting couple. Provided they aren’t nitwits.
Related: That teaching degree I started like, half a decade ago? Yes, glad I never fucking finished it. Because then I’d have to deal with the tiny things that poop and scream all the time. Except they’d be teenagers, so it’d be pregnancy scares and awkward teenage hormones. I’m not equipped to deal with my awkward 20-something hormones, let alone their younger, faster, stronger ones. How do you do it, friends with teaching degrees? Are you wizards?
The police! I could totally be one! I’m smart and upwardly mobile enough! We just need to make sure I’m fit to own a gun and not barf on crime scenes. I feel like I would do that. At my first dead body, of course. Not for like, a B&E.
Yup, still don’t know how to ‘date’. I’m like a monkey who’s been handed a flashlight: I’ll paw at it a little, sniff it a bit, then when I discover the ‘On’ button I’ll blind myself before skittering away. Only to return five minutes later to keep punching it on and off until the battery runs dead and I don’t know where I was going with that. COME AT ME, LADIES.