The Adorable Last

I christened the lovely Maryann Penzvalto the penultimate Jeopardy! hottie but meant penultimate not as a rank but merely as, “last but one in a series of things; second last.” 

This my final (as the Chinese might say) Jeopardy! Make Glorious Female to Celebrate Observatory Review.

 

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Psychology research indicates women choose kind, considerate, financially dependable fellows for marriage but long-haired, bad boy, roid-raging toughs for flings, aka fucking.

Men take a similar path. Hot, slutty thots with titties the size of blimps, shapely rumps and legs are for play while sensible, cute women with a pleasant personality are for marriage. 

Cute in this context is not just another adjective, it’s everything.

So, in the spirit of shallowness, allow to me to explain that for the long haul, Cute beats Hot every time.

“Hot” is a short-lived phase in any woman’s life.  Much of a hot woman’s time and energy is spent trying to maintain an impossible level of beauty even while at her peak.  Men fight for her attention like noisy seagulls chasing a french fry, trying anything and everything to win her favor. A hot woman hooked on this level of adulation is less likely to learn other life skills; this is where cute girls and women have a long game advantage.

More people agree on standards of beauty than cuteness, so cute women (and men) are often overlooked. This forces them to try harder and learn useful things.  A cute woman really has the ultimate advantage:  cuteness can last an entire lifetime with minimal maintenance.  It is the slow-and-steady-wins-the-race form of beauty. Cute women are capable of turning up the heat, glowing beautifully or sexily in short, precious bursts while hot women supernova and contract into a smaller star.  An older hot woman can never be cute, just compared to how hot she was “long ago.”

(Worry not, ladies, there are millions if not billions of men who will take anything they can get, some of whom are wealthy.)

Ben Franklin noted every woman has something going for them: butterfaces still take great pride in their bodies and women with neither outstanding faces nor bodies take pride in their skills and abilities. (Remember, the guy on our $100 note wrote that if you put a basket over an older woman’s head it’s just like fucking a young one, since age starts in the face and works its way down.)

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Jeopardy! winner Karen Farrell is the total cute package and marriage material. (Someone thought so, and already married her.) 

Farrell looks like actress Megan Boone, who plays Elizabeth Keen on The Blacklist, only Karen is far more adorable.  Tastefully hiding her wonderfully enormous endowments with overcoats, Karen also has the perfect smile and cheeks which were likely endlessly pinched as a kid (a veritable #metoo crime today.)

The combination of stage lighting as Karen described her new role as a stay-at-home mom to baby Elizabeth gave her a bright, golden aura.

It may have also cost her tonight’s game. Remembering her little one distracted Karen at a time the sharp-as-a-razor granny at the other end of the dais wasn’t taking prisoners. No matter, we’ll see Karen Farrell again during the next Jeopardy! Tournament of Champions.

Stay tuned.

 

 

His sister is a porn star

A SFW confessional about a poor guy discovering his sister is in porn.

Why even blog about this? “Ratings.” Blogs with sex in them do better, and this particular article is about to “blow up” if it hasn’t already.

I’m also waiting, with bated breath, for some dedicated n0rp addict to find out the identity of the sister and thus confirm the article.

I have a sister who once worked on a n0rp set BEHIND THE CAMERA not in front of the tattoo-armed Cialis-dropping ex-convict of the week. She was the one who told me how bad it was, the negative energy, plus during the shoot a guy on the film crew was fired for being a crack addict (who then stomped out and vandalized some of the film crew’s cars).

I’m not totally judging these folks as I’m a mild consumer of n0rp0graphy myself, plus once upon a time I wrote n0rp scripts.

A lot of blog commentors have latched on to something the brother (a piece of shit who should be killed, when you read it you’ll know why) of the author said when breaking the news:

“It’s nasty, Bob. She’s doing everything. Girls. Black guys. Gang bangs. Taking it up the ass.”

OMG he said Black Guys like there’s a difference!

Yeah, here’s the deal on that: White women in the industry that screw Black guys “lose value” with certain large fan bases. However, they must gain back something in new fan bases.

I’ve got interracial n0rp scenes sprinkled throughout my small collection. Sometimes watching it bothers me, other times not. What’s more important to me is that the dude (or dudes) keep their obnoxious traps shut, I didn’t pay for rude/degrading commentary about the “actress” from seagull-haired frat rejects or bald Black bitches.

The unnamed sister in the article could be considered a victim, but as I read between the lines, I realized that she could also simply be one of the bell curvers, people on the wrong edge who are always going to be fuckups no matter what anyone else does to help. They are not lost in the eyes of the gods, but being lost to themselves, there’s no saving them this time around.

Then there’s this from another blog. I do not know the author and never read her before yesterday.

I’ll be the first to admit it….I don’t get why guys like porn.

Men are visually stimulated, they have “more direct” sex drives and less societal restrictions about getting the job done. How can I put this so women can better understand it? Ladies, you know how a great many of you enjoy watching romance movies and reading romance novels in order to give your tear ducts “a workout?” You get that feeling of release after which you feel better. Well, penises also like to weep tears of joy, only in spurts, onto your breasts and elsewhere.

When ever I see glimpses of it, I think how that girl must be feeling…how she got there….what her family must be feeling or thinking. It’s degrading to me. You can call me a prude or whatever…

You don’t have to be a woman to know how a woman in a n0rp0 is feeling, after awhile it’s easy to see who’s into it (very, very few) for the screw and who’s there for the paycheck.

…but I know that it hurts me inside. I think of my sweet little sister at the age she is now. Think of all your sisters you have now. What if circumstances changed them? What if they grew up to be a porn star?Think how you would feel and how you would feel for them.

Sometimes this argument is used by people (like me) that would rather prostitution be decriminalized. How is a woman lying on her back for 20 minutes per hour more ‘degraded’ than a waitress on her feet nonstop for 10 hours a day? Which woman is safer and has real legal protection, the woman in the brothel or the one on the street with a psycho pimp?

As for women in n0rp, it’s all business to them. They compartmentalize the bad shit just like everyone else with a rough job. The only thing that bothers me about n0rp these days is the youngest talent seems absolutely soulless, as if they’d planned to be in n0rp since they were 12 or younger. Awful.

I’ll be an old-ass man when virtual fucking and fuckbots are finally viable. Anything is better than this.