Just a little heads up for any of you in the Chicago area: I’ll be speaking at Northwestern University on Monday, as part of its annual “Sex Week.”
My topic? “How to hate women and have terrible sex: Misogynistic sex myths, and how they ruin sex for everyone.” Nice Guys, Friend Zones, and the Alpha Asshole Cock Carousel will all make appearances.
The talk will be at 8 PM in Room G02 of Annenberg Hall on the Northwestern Campus in Evanston.
(Here’s a map.)
There will be free condoms and lube. (Apparently.)
For more about sex week, see the official website, or take a look at this piece in the Daily Northwestern.
Sex week is sponsored by the College Feminists; I’m talking at the invitation of Men Against Rape and Sexual Assault.
I’ll be writing the lecture over the weekend, so please feel free to offer suggestions as to which misogynistic sex myths I should talk about.
EDITED TO ADD: The Spearhead has discovered that I’m doing this talk. W. F. Price writes about it with his usual objectivity, by which I mean that his piece is filled with lies and weird projection.
Fun with Pell and Jane.
Pell wants to troll. See Pell try to be droll. Drool Pell, drool!
See Jane make excuses for Pell, and dance with him. Dance Jane, Dance!.
I love you all! You all win at limericks.
The historic family of Pell,
What stories their records could tell.
With horror they’d grapple
with the fact that their apple…
How distant from the tree it fell.
Jane Pell,
Come back! Rescue me from the manboobzers! Now that they know I am secretly against them, I fear they will write limericks against me and I will lose my right to deposit my sainted relics in the Orléans Cathedral upon my demise.
Come back, with your un-Google-able queries, forthwith!
Every yours,
Saint Cloudiah, who is really really thin
@cloudiah:
Defector! No Doritos for you!
Mon dieu!
*Ever yours,
Fromage!
Cul de sac!
He just went to supper, you guys,
No wait- he’s just switching his ties,
Since he couldn’t refute
In his Jane-coloured suit,
He may have more luck in a new guise.
Jell Pane,
My torment has started. I fear that the extremely FAT green monster kirbyshark has already begun building the bonfire I will be roasted upon, atop a pyre of chemically-treated doritos. Come back and SAVE ME.
Saint Cloudiah, whose servants are gassing up my Bugatti Veyron Super Sports car so that I can avoid the coming horde of boobzers
I bet Pell will come back with another pseudonym. After all, he started posting as Jane after he made a complete and total fool of himself. Now that he’s been shown to be an idiot as Jane, he’ll create a third persona to whine about how we’re all being so mean to Pell and Jane, who are totally awesome people and one hundred percent honest.
There once was an agent cloudiah,
went double and pretended messiah.
But we showed that cloud–
read our poems aloud–
our rhymes rendered him like the Maya.
(Still living, but with a calendar misused by very silly people to sell books.)
A doctor of 55 years…
A lady-friend, one of his peers…
It isn’t the name
Of the sock that’s to blame,
The problem lies between his ears!
This time he will carefully plot
How to really annoy us a lot.
“Creepy jokes? Racist words?
Maybe call people nerds?
I know! I’ll just say they’re not hot!”
He’ll take up a new nom-de-troll,
and with us attempt to be droll
about how fat chicks
maketh him sick;
neither classy not quick’s how he’ll roll.
(Also, can I just say that I love you guys for being the sort of people who engage in spontaneous limerick-fests?) 😀
Though trolls are usually dicks,
Through Pell I’ve at last found my fix
For rhyme after rhyme!
It’s no waste of time,
if it ends with a thread full of limricks!
Be fair, everyone. Tomorrow is a school day – I’m sure Pell’s evil feminist mom made him go to bed.
Wow, guys, I was reading manboobz and then I went to dinner, leaving my laptop logged in. All I can say is that my cats must have typed those previous three messages from cloudiah. Please disregard.
cloudiah
p.s. Here is a picture of my cats typing those messages, as proof. They are my uncles.
The word at the end of the line…
“Limerick.” The mistake’s mine.
And Polliwog, Yes!
You all are the best!
This poem-fest for me is just fine. ^_^
cloudiah: Aww!
A troll with two names came along
And proceeded to steal one of our own
Speaking of tales he could tell
of the family Pell
Once he calls himself up on the phone
Pell once claimed with all his soul
That clitoral orgasms weren’t orgasms in full
Because women need semen
or so said the wimpy demon
And then he ran away like a troll.
All I can say is that those so called limericks sound like something a retarded kid would write but then females have no sense of humour. A man slipping on a banana peel and breacking his back though would have them in stitches.
These limericks are amazing! Do you forgive
memy cats for my brief episode of trying to side with the trolls?IThey didn’t mean it, really.I forgive the kitties! It’s not their fault they’re evil. ^-^
I’m here to give clarification
with regards to Pell’s shrewd observation.
It took three-hundred bouts
of dull sex to find out
how to fuck vis a vis penetration.