Sayyid Muhammad Rizvi is just the sort of lunatic sought out and embraced by prominent members of the Liberal party such as Ontario Human Rights Commissioner Barbara Hall, and Liberal MPP & Cabinet Minister Michael Chan.
All that dogged perseverance of keeping young and staying beautiful — and your 33-year-old dolt of a toyboy husband, Ashton Kutcher, still cheats on you with a hot blonde bimbette wearing too much make up who is young enough to be your daughter.
While struggling to understand the male mind, Jan provides us with an accidental peek into the female one, here:
Perhaps the only thing left to do is get her first husband Bruce Willis to climb through the air conditioning ducts in Kutcher’s hotel room and give him a sound, Die Hard-type thrashing.
Dear Jan Moir:
I was confused too. It was Hugh Grant and that homely hooker who had me baffled.
Female readers will also have noted that Moore’s current Twitter avatar is an astonishingly unflattering snapshot of her prepubescent self, with glasses and heavy bangs, that she has not only held onto after all these years but was obviously able to put her hands to with relative speed.
That’s what she looks like in her mind’s eye right now.
In fact, she probably always has.
And note the quote about determining what caused this to happen by “studying your own failings.”
…it’s the boring bitches (of both genders) in the middle I can’t be doing with. No such open-mindedness at the BBC – the Boys Broadcasting Club, which seems to think that having one token woman on any given show once a week is pushing the boat out – which now stands accused by academics of presenting Florence Nightingale as “sexually repressed”.
The BBC are SUCH cowards; they would never represent Muslim women who walk about dressed up as covered parrot’s cages as repressed, sexually or otherwise, though they obviously are, because that might get them into a bit of a scrap with the Islamist lobby.
But because this brave, remarkable woman is white and dead, they’re having a right laugh kicking the corpse around.
The stinking girls-are-smelly spirit lives on. And we’re funding it.
Ed Kramer, founder of the highly influential Dragon*Con, is one such person. From his humble beginnings in a Miami Orthodox Jewish community, Kramer used his vision, charisma, and the force of his personality to become the kingmaker in sci-fi fandom.
In 1987, Kramer and several partners launched the first DragonCon as an attack on the staid and boring, family-oriented sci-fi convention industry that dominated at the time. That first convention was a rousing success, featuring big names in the industry like Michael Moorcock and Dungeons and Dragons inventor Gary Gygax.
The formula Kramer had created for DragonCon’s success was simple: other conventions were where people went to meet their favorite celebrities, Dragon*Con was where you went to party with them.
But in this sci-fi carnival atmosphere, Kramer used his rapidly increasing influence to turn the party into a nightmare.
From the beginning rumors followed Kramer as he began to appear in public with a harem of young male sci-fi fans…
(Not really) incredibly, one of the guys looks like he’s wearing one of OUR yin/yang peace dove t-shirts.
(They were silk screened in my living room, using house paint. Enjoy!)
UPDATE — any excuse to repost this:
And why not — what the hell? — part 2 and 3 of Opie, Anthony and Jim Norton being unimpressed and swearing a lot (especially Anthony, who sounds a lot like Milton Friedman, if Milton Friedman had Tourette’s…):