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Women would be amazed if they knew what men desire about them. Yes, of course, they want to see women naked and supine and melting, but male desire is far more readily stimulated by what the oblique glance discovers: the parted lips, the micron of eyelash which the mascara brush missed, the changing angle and shadow of cleavage, the bra-strap alternately displayed and covered up, the ripe-camembert plumpness at the edge of hips. There is, inside every adult man, a relentless Peeping Tom, a perennial 14-year-old boy, still amazed by the phenomenon of women on display, flagging their sexuality, their availability, with every square inch of visible flesh, clothing, make-up and curve.
We desire the personality that we discern in the walk, the clothes, the laugh… We look, and sigh, and wish to do certain things to her, first urgently, then luxuriantly, and keep doing it indefinitely; but we also hunger to have her do certain things to us, unimaginable though it may seem—we want her to want us. We don’t just want her surrender, like a slave captured in battle; we want her approbation, her adoration; we want to enchant her to desire us back. For, no matter how humble we feel before the dizzying fact of female beauty, men are just as narcissistic as women.
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Epic hyperbole. [via]
Whenever unsettled, you’re supposed to ask yourself what you’d do if you had a million dollars. After 2 chicks at the same time, I know exactly what I’d do.
I’d travel, watch people, catch films, & read.
The rub is that the question is supposed to prompt one into a life-fulfilling career.
Dammit.
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I had the rare treat of watching a cat, when a fox wandered into her area, do this fantastic move where she charged, turned, and leapt sideways, flipping herself off of the fox’s body. This had the presumably intended effect of knocking the fox, ass over teakettle, down a nice flight of stairs, thump-thump-yelp-thump-yelp.
I did not know that cats, especially mild, stocky, unenergetic cats, could do this. The fox never returned.
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Foxes in Residence | Ask Metafilter
I’m still laughing.
Saw Layer Cake again tonight. I want to be him.
As much as I love women, and I love them a lot, I love men. Men are capable of getting me excited in ways a woman never has. I had a boyfriend once who turned me into an insatiable sex thing; he was the kind of man that, whenever I thought about him, I felt my knees go weak. I’d think of him and my heart would move down between my thighs and I would have to bite my lip to keep from opening them. Imagining him, I’d unintentionally lean back and would want him leaning in on me. We’d be in public somewhere and I’d look at him and all I could think about was being in between his legs, his cock in my mouth, his hands in my hair. I would see him, even a picture, and my hips involuntarily would start to move, pushing up into the ghost of him. No woman has ever been able to do that to me.
Men are kinda great like that, I guess.
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I’d like to be great like that.
“ The best part is that the identity is set in… Arial. ”
Brand New: Words. Periods. Arial. Company Name.
A brilliant rebranding. But I’m not sold on the Arial tongue in cheek approach. After we’re done chuckling about it, will the choice of Arial have longevity?
Cigarette Pack Design Concept of the Day: The St. Petersburg Times asked DJ Stout of the design firm Pentagram to imagine what he might offer cigarette manufacturers worried about recently-signed legislation that severely restricts their marketing efforts, and forces them to enhance the warning labels that appear on cigarette packs.
Turning the tables by making the warning label part of the brand? Slick, sinister, smart.
See the rest of Stout’s redesign suggestions here.
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Brilliant!