So you wanted to know if you were pulling their strings, twisting their minds and smashing their dreams....?
Can't say that my reading of female authors ever scored me anything by way of sex
Although reading Jackie Collins, or Shirley Conran, or any of those similar airport bonkbusters at a young age certainly broadens one's horizons, espcially if you're looking for a creative use for a goldfish....
trash I couldn't put down
I was embarrassingly fond of the Dragonlance books when I was a lad.
Also Rosemary Sutcliffe is an interesting one as nearly all her protagonists were young-teen boys who ended up as exiles from their tribe, or outsiders only just within it, if memory serves.
ETA - just discovered that Tracy Hickman is actually male......
consume art by women
But at the very least, political leaders like Twyford need to know the difference between a laser-guided smart bomb and a MOAB.
Hard not to see this as a massive stuff-up, whether the alienation angle was planned/accounted for, or not.
From here (which is, admittedly, some way away), it appears that the only thing being discussed is whether this is racist, or not. And the thing not being discussed is the actual underlying issue. So instead of hammering the government on lack of affordable housing, potential problems with massive overseas investment, etc, Labour are spending their entire time explaining how this totally isn't racist, you guys, geez.
There's a political strategy known as the dead cat strategy that is apparently much loved by everyone's favourite Australian political advisors.
Seems to me that Labour have carefully prepared, and thrown, their very own dead cat onto the table, and are now desperately trying to get people to talk about something else, while acting utterly confused as to why the only thing their guests want to talk about is the dead cat.
If that's a correct analysis, then perhaps a peashooter or a nerf gun would be slightly more suitable ordnance. Slightly less chance of massive friendly fire casualties...
Yay! Legal drugs, let's see how many we can take, wash them down with Red Bull and Vodka shots. That chick looks like she could do with one dropped in her drink etc. etc.
There's always going to be munters like this. Back in 1997, the singer of crap boyband East 17 boasted of taking 12 in one night.
But I assume it'd be relatively easy to manufacture anti-mickey finn tablets that can't be slipped into drinks easily. Make them big, make them slow to dissolve in anything except a stomach, add an outer shell or quickly dissolving integral component that turns your drink a foul colour, etc.
Would you care to outline a third option? Given that prohibition has so very, very clearly utterly failed.
For sure. And if you consumed pure alcohol you'd be lucky if you survived a single glass.
"The year before, an Intourist guide had taken a group of Americans into the taiga and laid out an even more splendid lunch but had forgotten to turn the bottle. After many toasts with warm tea to international friendship, mutual respect and closer understanding, the guide poured glasses of nearly frozen, almost congealed vodka and showed his guests how to drink it in one go. “Like this,” he said. He tipped the glass, drank it and fell over dead. What the guide had forgotten was that Siberian vodka was nearly two hundred proof, almost pure alcohol, and would still flow at a temperature that would freeze the gullet and stop the heart like a sword. Just the shock was enough to kill him. It was sad, of course, but it was also hilarious. Imagine the poor Americans sitting around their campfire, looking at their Russian guide and asking, “This is a Siberian picnic?” ".
- from 'Polar Star', by Martin Cruz Smith
My emotional response to most job ads I consume is "I'm dying a little inside with every bullshit word", so maybe HR departments need to "rebrand" too.
As someone who is currently attempting to learn The Bullshit Language of Professional Networking, in order to market myself and show how 'passionate' I am about my work, I award this comment all the stars.
There are various solutions, including permitted onsite testing. But that's a politically alarming step.
The Dutch, in their normal pragmatic way, have been providing on-site testing for 20+ years. I remember reading this particular article from 1995 back when it was actually relevant to my then-current-lifestyle.
Bonus amusement to be had with a dadsplain-y reference to 'Gabbers', and a general out-of-touch-with-the-youth tone.