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    • superpredator999

      What’s so unbelievable? That someone would gag and throw up on someone’s dick? Or that I’d actually marry someone? Ha. I don’t care if you believe me or not, all three of the events described happened. Just because you might live the kind of life where things like this are the province of wild hyperbole or deranged fantasy doesn’t mean everybody does.  You know those crazy parties and wild nights you hear about? The ones where you wonder “what the hell’s going on in there?” Well, that was me making all that noise, making out with the hot ladies, doing all the drugs and generally raising hell. Believe me or not, I don’t care, it doesn’t make it any less true.

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      Buddy? I’m not your little pal. And before you mansplain Mary Wollestonecraft to me (no please, explain this shit some more, I know nothing because I’m just a man and having a dick automatically makes me a misogynist) because I have no idea who she is, nor Emily Pankhurst, nor Germaine Greer or Simone de Bouvoir neither.
      Hey American, meet Irony, Irony, meet American. Just as being male doesn’t automatically equate to being a misogynist, being feminist isn’t mutually exclusive with being an asshole, which was my point. And no, I’m not mad, just perpetually disappointed by all the stupidity. You can’t have true equality without mutual love and respect. Articles like this just undermine true feminist agenda by portraying men as patriarchal assholes and feminists as stridet, ball-busting man-haters. More stereotyping. More bullshit.

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      I love the way this show forces you into complicity with the killer - Hannibal - because you like him, you cheer for him, and yet, unlike Dexter, he’s not killing ‘bad’ guys, he’s killing the unaesthetically pleasing, those who annoy him or who get in his way. It’s a far more ambiguous position to root for a character like Hannibal Lecter, and doing so makes you feel much more complicit with his actions, an uneasy feeling. Also, it looks beautiful. Whoever does the art direction deserves awards, making the grotesque so gorgeous.

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      That response shows how much the world has been conditioned to think of menstruation as dirty, somehow. Yes, it’s messy, can be unpleasant, accompanied by cramps, cravings, mood swings and all the other joys of periods, but dirty? No. Just part of the process that created us all. Hey, poop isn’t beautiful, but it’s the end result of being alive and eating to stay that way - and it still doesn’t have the knee-jerk “ew gross” response that periods elicit. Partly religious proscription of menstruation as unclean, partly Victorian prudery about unmentionable bits and processes, partly patriarchal bullshit - aren’t we a tad more advanced these days? And if not, shouldn’t we be? And fyi, I’m a 50 year old straight white guy from the North of England. If I can be cool, accepting and un-freaked about menstruation, anybody can. Get a grip. People losing their minds over this stuff, it’s just biology dude. Chill.

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      Likewise. I remember when the “Northern Quarter” was just Tib St., Afflecks and a bunch of cloth wholesalers. As a true manc, here’s what I think whenever I’m in the NQ. 1/ Who fucking thought of that? Northern Quarter me arse. 2/ Jesus. Hipsters, students and fucking jazz bars. I have died and am now in hell. 3/ HOW MUCH FOR A PINT? I am definitely in hell. 4/ Nice decor though. Fair play I wonder where they found a fin-de-siecle silver chaseworked flugle horn? 5/ These chairs are either ridiculously swallow-you-up comfy or like sitting on a torture device, no in between. 6/ THIS is what passes for cool these days? Really? Well, if you say so, but it all looks a bit forced to me. 7/ Excuse me, I must have misheard you (possibly because your huge beard muffles your speech), but I thought you said £18.75 for this cocktail. You know there’s only one, right, I didn’t buy a round? 8/ I am actually shocked that a fruit-based drink with only three measures of spirits in it costs nearly £20. Am I getting old? Or does this have fucking gold in it? 9/ That beard looks like hard work. Stopping shaving is supposed to be easy, yes? That looks like it’s more of a metrosexual morning ritual than a full scrub ‘n’ moisturise.  10/ When you use that beard oil, does everything smell of cedar and wintergreen all day? How’s that mix with a bacon butty? 11/ I’ve tried. No, I’ve really tried, but this is so FUCKING pretentious. Wearisome. It really is wearisome. 12/ Afflecks used to be cheap! WTF?!? 13/ Vinyl Exchange are still clique-y twats then. 14/ Alright, gourmet burgers are good. Yes Almost Famous is nom, but any more than a tenner for burger and chips takes the piss. I mean, what’s in it? Panda? A garnish of Snow Leopard? Platinum sprinkles? 15/ Fuck this, I’m off to see Paul D for a whinge.

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      Here we go… Lauren, dear, you’re missing my point entirely. I agree that when the child gets older, it will be her informed choice as to what diet she adopts BUT, her vegan diet right now - as you agree, because you say her parents are doing a good job - is the choice of her parents, not her. There isn’t a 5 year old in the world who wakes up and makes an ethical value judgement to become vegan, which involves way more than not eating meat, btw. My point is, it ain’t the kid who’s vegan, it’s her parents. The kid eats a vegan diet because her parents provide one, not through a reasoned choice of her own. Now, I know a few kids who don’t like meat, of fish or what have you, but veganism is another thing entirely, no leather products, no gelatine (so very few sweets etc) and all the rest. That’s not a choice any 5 year old has the capability to make. And as for no-one showing kids the slaughter process or where meat comes from, I wasn’t that ‘in-your-face’ with my kids, but they knew that the things they ate had once been animals, that bacon was pig, beef was cow, lamb was baa-lamb etc. I don’t like the disconnect between packages on shelves and the rearing food animals, kids should know what they’re eating and why. By the way, mine shrugged and said “baa lambs taste good daddy”.
      And careful with your insults there, chippy. I’m no idiot, and if you can’t disagree with someone’s opinion without resorting to insults, I’ll unleash such a shitstorm of horrible insults of my own that you’ll be weeping your non-animal tested mascara into your birkenstocks. So, y’know, healthy debate. Not name-calling, ‘k?

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      Well, here I am. Show me the 5 year old who understands and is competent to make all the choices involved in being vegan, and I’ll introduce you to my herd of flying pigs. And please, no “but derp, what about if she’s like, allergic to meat, and leather belts and dairy and fish and every damn thing else?”. Because that just doesn’t happen. I can accept that a 5-year old might not like meat, fish or even cheese, but veganism requires an understanding of where animal products come from, and a conscious rejection of those products. Plus, lactose intolerance aside, what kid don’t like ice-cream? 5 year old daughter of vegans more like.

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      Marine Biologist here. In species of angler fish (there are many different species of these remarkable fishes) which engage in this amazing adaptation to low population density in very large environments, the males are definitely NOT parasitic. Parasites by definition are a different species to their host (eg fleas on cats) and cause harm to their host in some way. Where two species act in concert but don’t harm each other, that’s called commensalism, such as barnacles on whales. The barnacles get a free ride, but don’t cause any harm to the whale. Where two organisms act in concert, and both benefit, that’s called mutualism, a type of symbiosis, which is what we have here. The male provides the female with permanent sperm on tap, and in return derives nutrition from her as their blood supplies join. Free-swimming, the male anglerfish is basically a testicle with a great sense of smell and a two week onboard food supply. If it doesn’t sniff out a female to attach to in those weeks, it will die. This doesn’t mean it’s a parasite though, just a very well adapted organism. If you view the male as a parasite for latching on to the female for food, you can also call the female a parasite for latching onto the male for its sperm. Mutualism, not parasitism. So, drop your thinly-veiled misandry hmm? There are many examples of organism in which the male raises the young too, fishes, frogs, humans, for instance.
      Oh, and those “lemurs” in #1? Not lemurs. Slow lorises, I think you’ll find.

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      ALL. OF. THEM. Learn to fucking write, or at the very least, express yourself in print without looking like an idiot. Grammatical or spelling errors particularly anger me when I see them in supposedly professional settings, such as advertising, websites, news feeds et al. I’m looking at your storefront, your first point of contact with the public, and your copy appears to have been written by a four year old. Was there no oversight here? Did no-one, at any point in the long and complex process between inception and final product, think that maybe a copy editor or proofreader might be a good idea? No? No-one at the business, the ad agency, the printers or anyone else involved thought that it might be sensible to have a skilled professional look over the text? I’ve seen ads where millions must have been spent on the creative professionals, the production, the product itself, but not one penny on making sure the copy was correct. Fucking abysmal fail. You might think that this shrinking skill set would increase the value of people who actually know how to write, edit copy and proofread. But no. I recently offered to copy edit a particularly terrible, error-filled website, and the owner “couldn’t see the point”, as “who would notice”? ME! I notice, godamnit! And if I do, there are millions of others who must, also. I was then offered the princely sum of 0.5 cents per word for copy, should I wish to become a contributor. That’s $5.00 per 1000 words, about £3.90, or, considering it might take me a few hours to produce a well-written, properly researched article, about £1.50 per hour. Fuck that, I’ve been paid ten times that for sitting in a portakabin and reading all night. Considering I got paid for my breaks in that particular job (night watchman), I actually got paid more to take a shit than for exercising a skill it took me thirty years to develop. Aaargh!

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      You have to give it to the girl… 16, butt-nekkid apart from a buzzing strap-on, and she still cares more for her partner’s well-being than her shortly-to-be-wiped-out dignity. I’m pretty sure I’d have at least de-dildoed myself and kicked it under the bed before running for help. Top marks for humanity, lady. Although you can just imagine the overly bright, brittle “nothing happened last night and we will never speak of it again” atmosphere at breakfast the next day. If I’d been the Mom, I’d have made loads of conversation and really got to know the girlfriend in the morning, just to see my daughter squirm as I doled out the pancakes, french toast, waffles and re-fills of coffee. And then offered to drive them both wherever they wanted to go, maybe take them shopping too. Heh heh. The joys of being a parent.

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      Does anyone else feel that ghetto-ising gay culture in any sense, regardless of it being a group identity and/or a place of safety where a person can truly express themselves, is still a holdover from immature, outdated cultural attitudes where non-cis identities/sexualities etc were prohibited and frowned upon? Obviously, they still are, but genuine true acceptance and equality will only exist when there’s no such thing as gay sex, but just sex. Where a person doesn’t feel the need to identify or categorise themselves first and foremost in terms of their sexuality or gender identity, and doesn’t have to say “I’m gay, and I’m proud”, but can simply say “I’m me and I’m proud”. We’re a long way off, people.

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      Fair enough, hollowing out some reeds and sticking them into an inflated goat didn’t originate in Scotland, Cumbria, Eire, N. Ireland, Brittany or any of the other places, but be honest, when you think of Mesopotamia, y’know, as you do, it isn’t fucking bagpipes that spring instantly to mind, is it? Neither Iraq nor Syria, especially right now. War, sorrow, disaster, destruction, oil, deserts, heat, great food, ideological struggle, demonstrations featuring a lot of placards of epically moustachioed men, yes. Bagpipes, not so much.  Who inflates a goat in the first place anyway? That must have been a tough sell.
      “Hey, whatcha got there, man?” “It’s an inflated goat.” “Uh… OK. Why have you inflated the goat?” “So I can stick these hollowed-out reeds in its ass and squeeze it.” “What the hell?!?” “No, you’re not getting it, it’ll sound like a dying cat!” “…”

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      How’s that four year art degree working out for you at Starbucks, hmm? Paying off your student loan pretty well while you utilise your talent drawing patterns in coffee, Mr Whatcom? Damn, this is like shooting fish in barrel, I don’t even need to pull the fucking trigger here.
      As for ethically responsible, I’m English, and as far as I’m concerned, ethically responsible companies pay taxes back into the economies they profit from. Do YOUR research before making a comment.
      Touche, and round two to me, I believe.

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      You were expecting us to be shy and evasive? We spend most of time trying NOT to talk about our dicks to women, it’s frankly a relief to, ha, let it all hang out. Honestly, most men are wearing invisible t-shirts with “Ask me about my dick” on them. 1-800-HOWS-MY-DICK. We’re prouder of our little one-eyed buddies than you could possibly imagine, and, as you can see, will talk to you all damn night about them, given the opportunity. Kinda like a new mother bursting to tell you all about motherhood and how amazing her new arrival is, only way, way, worse.

      “you want to know about my dick, you say?” “pull up a chair and sit down, this is gonna take a while…”

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      I think you’ll find that the phrase is “right off the bat”, not “right off the back”. And, whilst our pancakes resemble crepes in almost every way, they’re not crepes, they’re pancakes. If we were French, they’d be crepes, but we’re English, so they’re pancakes. It’s the kind of distinction which, if I have to explain it to you, you’d never understand. Also, what’s with the quotes around English people? We really are English people, not “English people”. Like you’re American with French-Cuban heritage (I bet the food in your house is completely amazing, right?), not “American” with “French-Cuban” “heritage”.

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