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The Sharon Stone moment

So, at a club and have had 2/3 drinks.  My friends have gone home but I had joined them late, was not drunk and for some reason the drink wasn’t going down that easily.  I don’t like to waste though, so I thought I’d take a seat and finish the drink before heading home.

A woman sits down opposite and does an extremely blatant Sharon Stone moment (see Basic Instinct).  She was attractive, her lady bits were well groomed and she’s seen that I’ve noticed although I’m turning away.  She asks if I had noticed and, regrettably, I said yes.

Cue passionate rant on how its her right to show her lady bits in public but its no-ones right to notice.  Now, other than saying yes I had noticed, I made no comment, did not stare, drool uncontrollably or make any kind of move.  Because she’s getting worked up, I abandon my drink and walk home.

People can dress as they wish (within reason) but I’m sure hell would be raised if my genitals were visible at the club.  Strikes me as a marked double standard.  I am curious what she would have said though, if I had said no.

In an unconnected incident, a group of young women were escorted from the club a few weeks later.  They were all wearing skin tight dresses that they pulled up on the dance floor.  Yep, no underwear.


Boobs on Holiday

And what I mean by that is boobs seen on holiday.

And to provide further clarity, topless sunbathing on European beaches.

I don’t really like the beach.  I don’t mind climbing rocks or investigating rock pools but sunbathing annoys me.  I don’t know why.  So, I only go to the beach for other people.  Spending time with family or friends.  What strikes me on European beaches is the number of topless sunbathers plus the number of women who are quite happy to walk around topless, swim or play sports.  It seems as long as it stays on the beach its accepted.  There doesn’t seem to be any trouble, no harassment and from what I could gather, the main problem these women face is being caught on camera and being posted on the internet.

So, on this particular day we went to the beach.  Not having been there before we didn’t appreciate how big it was and how few points there were to get down to the sand.  We didn’t pick the best access point and ended up walking along the sand for quite a while to get to a large and clear enough spot.

I have a pretty good poker face.  In fact

I am Jacks sense of self control

I am Jacks sense of self control

There were a huge number of stunning, topless women, confident and happy.  But, I got troubled.  And it still bothers me now thinking back on it ten years on.

A dad, walking along the beach with his young teenage topless daughter.  In stark contrast to these women who wanted to bare their breasts, could an underage make a decision to do so and understand the potential sexual attraction that might be caused?  This youngster surely couldn’t?  It felt wrong then, feels wrong now.  My partner felt the same way.

Surely the dad should have realised it was crossing a line?

The Pubic Hair Discussion


In a group, in a pub having a few beers.  As you do, pubic hair comes into the discussion.  It is a surprisingly emotive discussion.

Most people said they did some form of public hair grooming, just to keep things neat and tidy.  The emotion comes from the opposite ends of the camp, kicked off by the woman who did none.  Au naturale, wouldn’t even dream of removing any hair and was quite proud of the fact.  Which is fine, to each their own.  My partner and I don’t really care what the other does as long as it means that we are not spitting hair out when, you know.

A couple of women came in at the other end of the spectrum.  No hair at all.  Fully waxed and were in fact, costing up permanent hair removal treatments.  They both did a lot of sport, swimming in particular, and were fed up about regrowth, stubble, anything poking through, or out.  They just wanted to get changed, get in the pool, do their drills and get out again without having to think about it.

Au Naturale took great exception to the desire for baldness.  Couldn’t understand why anyone would want to look like “little girls”, it was creepy and they should look like “real” women.  A male in the group who is heavily into bodybuilding must have been feeling particularly brave because he piped up that he was bald down their too.  Au naturale flipped out, thought he was disgusting and that his parts must look like a little boys.  She stormed off shortly after.

So who cares?  Unless you are wearing sheer clothing, walking around nude or are telling everyone, only you or your partner would generally ever know.  Surely its up to the individual what is aesthetically pleasing for them.  Or maybe practical issues, like sport, take precedence.

Spiked drinks and rape culture

When you investigate the Red Pill, manosphere etc you will inevitably see references to feminism, rape culture, gender equality and a host of other topics.

I count myself fortunate that I’ve never had to encounter rape directly apart from the indirect incident described below.  It is neither horrific or graphic but it did give me, at least, pause for thought.

I had gone out with friends and we were heading to a karaoke bar.  The bar has a large area outside that is quite handy as it gives more than enough room for people to get into and out of the bar plus you can wait around for friends or a taxi without having to be moved on.

There is a little commotion outside the bar.  A young woman is slumped on the floor and clearly not in a good way.  She is being attended to though and people are mentioning that an ambulance is on the way.  A young woman is standing to the side looking on and I ask her whats going on.

Turns out that the young woman had been drinking, not heavily, but her drink had been spiked and shes having a bad reaction to the drink plus whatever was added to it.  I say that I had heard there was a spate of drink spiking and hopefully she’ll be okay.

I discover that the person I’m talking to is either a friend or a colleague, either way she knows the young woman well.  She is borderline angry/upset though.


She’s not happy with the young woman and whilst she is concerned for her health, had she been conscious she would have given her a piece of her mind.  It transpires that the young woman has spiked her own drink.  She wanted more of a buzz than the booze could have provided and the first part of the plan was if she was caught under the influence or couldn’t handle it, she’d use drink spiking as an excuse.

The second part of the plan was to give her an out.  What did this mean?  Well, if she hooked up with a guy and didn’t like what was going on before the bedroom she’d start screaming about her drink being spiked.  If it was after the bedroom and she felt ashamed about sleeping with him, she’d report him to the authorities saying her drink was spiked.

If though, she could handle it, liked the guy and felt good about herself after the bedroom, it was a case of no harm done.  Thankfully, and although you don’t wish ill on people, she didn’t get as far as involving a guy.

If she did though, how does the guy prove a negative (I didn’t spike her drink)?  Unless she is caught putting the stuff in her own drink, the guy is going to go through hell.  If someone else knew of her plan, could you count on them to do the right thing?


My Trimmer – A Rant



This is my trimmer. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My trimmer is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My trimmer, without me, is useless. Without my trimmer, I am useless. I must trim my hair true. I must trim straighter than anyone else who contemplates manscaping. I must be ‘scaped. I will…

My trimmer and I know that what counts in this process is not the hairs we trim, the noise of our trimmer, nor the mess we make. We know that my trimmer is not for lady gardens! We will trim…

My trimmer is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its gradients. I will keep my trimmer clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…

Before God, I swear this creed. My trimmer and I are the defenders of my hair. We are the masters of our hair. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy who uses it for lady gardens, but peace!

Unintended Consequenses of Feminism – Hair

A female colleague comes into the office on a Monday after the weekend and she is beeming.  She has had her hair done over the weekend and it clearly cost in terms of time and money. 

She receives a number of compliments from her female coworkers but nothing from the male contingent.  Now, she is upset by this and loudly states that the men are useless and don’t notice anything women do.  Perhaps because she noticed that I heard her, attention is directed my way.

(Her) You, why you don’t say anything nice about my hair?

(Me) Sorry, not allowed to.

(Her) Why, you don’t have opinion?

(Me) I do, but we can’t say anything as directed in the (gender and diversity) training we had as that could be interpreted as unwelcome comments.

(Her) Unbelievable, I put a lot of effort into this.

Whist her reaction could be predicted, she had gone to a lot of effort, the results were good and it was important to her that she had validation.  The most interesting reaction though was of her female colleagues.  Most of them were wide eyed and quite surprised.

Should they have been?  You could argue not.  We all did the same training but it became clear, especially after a few conversations outside the office, that they had not seen where it could lead.

So, to conclude, ten years ago you could have said it looks goods, very nice etc and she would have been happy.  Now, she feels upset.  You could argue that she shouldn’t seek validation from others but a simple 30 second exchange would have given her a little morale boost for the rest of the day.


Why did you do that to Leia, George?

The folks over at are on a mission.  The stated aim is:

“Our class was disturbed by what we perceive to be an overwhelmingly widespread belief that today’s society no longer needs feminism. In order to change this perception, we have launched a PR campaign for feminism. We aim to challenge existing stereotypes surrounding feminists and assert the importance of feminism today. We feel that until the denigration surrounding feminism and women’s issues is alleviated, it will be hard to achieve total gender equality, both statistically and socially.”

The site consists of posts, like the one below, that typically show someone holding up a piece of paper with a handwritten explanation of why they need Feminism.  As of this post, there are 276 pages on the site.  Once you swallow the Red Pill, you can’t avoid feminism or the discussion therein.  I have read all 276 pages.


I kept coming back to the above post though.  It stumped me.  A dictionary definition of feminism is here:  I couldn’t see how it applied.  Princess Leia is badass and the same dictionary source provides a definition of badass as being someone being of formidable skill and strength.

Princess Leia being enslaved by Jabba the Hut and being forced to wear the aforesaid metal bikini, is a plot device.  It is meant to strip her of her qualities, to be at the whim of Jabba.  Much like Han Solo was equally stripped of his qualities by being encased in carbonite.  To not reveal spoilers; the list of Princess Leia’s accomplishments is huge.  Any heroic character in fiction, and in real life, has to experience negative events to come through the other side and is true regardless of gender.  Princess Leia is a much better character for having come through that event.

If feminism is truly about equality, then did George Lucas not pull it off fairly by having both Princess Leia and Han Solo effectively incapacitated at the same time?

Did this user actually watch the film?

Did this user actually understand what was going on?  Or, could they not see past the bikini?