FINALLY! Some representation in government from the ladies!
Ohio State Senator Nina Brown is out to school those male lawmakers who think they have any say when it comes to the poom-poom. The woman is spearheading a bill that forces men to get a note from their partner, a cardiac stress test and see a sex therapist before rubbing their grubby nuts all over a Viagra script. DAMN! I like this woman's style!
Here's the paraphrased interview: "I am just as serious as the male policymakers across this nation who have introduced bills to regulate a woman's reproductive health," Brown told MSNBC. "We need to show men as much love as they've shown us in the reproductive arena. This is about setting and leveling the playing field. Women should not need a permission slip from the government to take care of their own reproductive health. We are not going back to the dark ages in this country. We're going to stand up and fight."
HELL YES. Wonder if this move will even get one lawmaker with a news 'do and an inordinate concern for uterus to realize he's living the double standard.
Please tell me you saw the new Bravo sensation, Shahs of Sunset? Please? For it is there you will meet my soulmate Reza. For one, he looks exactly like a young, slightly shinier version of my mom's little brother, porn 'stache realness and all. If only this queen was born into my twisted Armenian family, I wouldn't have felt like such a weirdo growing up.
Goddamn, he makes my soul so happy. Observe his thoughts on grooming.
Seriously, the grossest thing about the Middle Eastern community is there's little-to-no tolerance for homosexuality. Had he stayed in Iran, his life force would've been extinguished the minute he stuck a tentative, fungus-free toenail out of the closet. I give him prop upon props for offering gay Middle Eastern mens and their devoted hags someone to look to. They need it, buh-lieve me.
Do the Sulu!
Another man after my own heart is the venerable George Takei. I identify strongly with how he feels no shame in the dance -- even if met with raised eyebrows by a husband named Brad. Watch him bust a move and get schooled on what passion in your pants REALLY looks like.
I dare you to try and have a shitty day after bearing witness to that.
Just let it linger over your shoulder. Like Gazoo.