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A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

You're absolutely right. I got carried away and became way too vitriolic. My sentiments haven't changed but my choice of words is very poor. Thanks for pointing it out. I'm usually much classier than that! But she just had me hopping mad!!!

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

Here! Here! I'm mad at myself for allowing the negative comments about my age affect me so. You're absolutely right that we shouldn't apologize for being old and I'm going to embroider that on a pillow! Thank you for the wise words.

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

Get a sense of humor along with your coffee.

If you use an apostrophe as in "monster's only" that means that you are looking for a monster's cock. If you want to use monsters as an adjective as in "monsters only", meaning you are looking for huge cocks, then lose the apostrophe. I'm an English teacher. Just sayin'. Otherwise, you might get a lot of Frankenstein monsters knocking at your door.

If you use an apostrophe as in "monster's only" that means that you are looking for a monster's cock. If you want to use monsters as an adjective as in "monsters only", meaning you are looking for huge cocks, then lose the apostrophe. I'm an English teacher. Just sayin'. Otherwise, you might get a lot of Frankenstein monsters knocking at your door.

Get a sense of humor along with your coffee.

If you use an apostrophe as in "monster's only" that means that you are looking for a monster's cock. If you want to use monsters as an adjective as in "monsters only", meaning you are looking for huge cocks, then lose the apostrophe. I'm an English teacher. Just sayin'. Otherwise, you might get a lot of Frankenstein monsters knocking at your door.

Get a sense of humor along with your coffee.

If you use an apostrophe as in "monster's only" that means that you are looking for a monster's cock. If you want to use monsters as an adjective as in "monsters only", meaning you are looking for huge cocks, then lose the apostrophe. I'm an English teacher. Just sayin'. Otherwise, you might get a lot of Frankenstein monsters knocking at your door.

Get a sense of humor along with your coffee.

Get a sense of humor along with your coffee.

If you use an apostrophe as in "monster's only" that means that you are looking for a monster's cock. If you want to use monsters as an adjective as in "monsters only", meaning you are looking for huge cocks, then lose the apostrophe. I'm an English teacher. Just sayin'. Otherwise, you might get a lot of Frankenstein monsters knocking at your door.

I watched the second episode of the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Friday night and was once again completely hypnotized. Nothing much happens. The contestants bake 3 recipes, they're judged by Mary and Paul, somebody gets Star Baker, somebody goes home, and I'm totally addicted. Maybe it's that there are no ridiculous "celebrity chefs" running around giving orders, they don't pull sheep's ball out of a mystery basket from which they're supposed to make an appetizer, they don't tell nauseating anecdotes about their dog's death, or soppy stories about Granma making brownies - they just bake, wait for the results, and then it's on to the next challenge. Paul and Mary don't go on and on when they're tasting. They take a nibble and then say something like, "It has a good bake," "Nice color", "Good crunch" or "It's raw in the middle. I think it needed another 5 minutes" or "What a shame it didn't turn out better". There's no blathering from either one of them. They taste. They comment. They move on. The show's filmed in a tent. There's no mansion in the Hamptons, loft in Manhattan, or seaside villa in Italy. It's a fuckin' tent.
 
I guess I've answered my own question. The show's good because it's about what it's about - baking. No frills, no fits, no fuss. I wish MY life were that simple.

I watched the second episode of the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Friday night and was once again completely hypnotized. Nothing much happens. The contestants bake 3 recipes, they're judged by Mary and Paul, somebody gets Star Baker, somebody goes home, and I'm totally addicted. Maybe it's that there are no ridiculous "celebrity chefs" running around giving orders, they don't pull sheep's ball out of a mystery basket from which they're supposed to make an appetizer, they don't tell nauseating anecdotes about their dog's death, or soppy stories about Granma making brownies - they just bake, wait for the results, and then it's on to the next challenge. Paul and Mary don't go on and on when they're tasting. They take a nibble and then say something like, "It has a good bake," "Nice color", "Good crunch" or "It's raw in the middle. I think it needed another 5 minutes" or "What a shame it didn't turn out better". There's no blathering from either one of them. They taste. They comment. They move on. The show's filmed in a tent. There's no mansion in the Hamptons, loft in Manhattan, or seaside villa in Italy. It's a fuckin' tent.
 
I guess I've answered my own question. The show's good because it's about what it's about - baking. No frills, no fits, no fuss. I wish MY life were that simple.

I watched the second episode of the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Friday night and was once again completely hypnotized. Nothing much happens. The contestants bake 3 recipes, they're judged by Mary and Paul, somebody gets Star Baker, somebody goes home, and I'm totally addicted. Maybe it's that there are no ridiculous "celebrity chefs" running around giving orders, they don't pull sheep's ball out of a mystery basket from which they're supposed to make an appetizer, they don't tell nauseating anecdotes about their dog's death, or soppy stories about Granma making brownies - they just bake, wait for the results, and then it's on to the next challenge. Paul and Mary don't go on and on when they're tasting. They take a nibble and then say something like, "It has a good bake," "Nice color", "Good crunch" or "It's raw in the middle. I think it needed another 5 minutes" or "What a shame it didn't turn out better". There's no blathering from either one of them. They taste. They comment. They move on. The show's filmed in a tent. There's no mansion in the Hamptons, loft in Manhattan, or seaside villa in Italy. It's a fuckin' tent.
 
I guess I've answered my own question. The show's good because it's about what it's about - baking. No frills, no fits, no fuss. I wish MY life were that simple.

I watched the second episode of the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Friday night and was once again completely hypnotized. Nothing much happens. The contestants bake 3 recipes, they're judged by Mary and Paul, somebody gets Star Baker, somebody goes home, and I'm totally addicted. Maybe it's that there are no ridiculous "celebrity chefs" running around giving orders, they don't pull sheep's ball out of a mystery basket from which they're supposed to make an appetizer, they don't tell nauseating anecdotes about their dog's death, or soppy stories about Granma making brownies - they just bake, wait for the results, and then it's on to the next challenge. Paul and Mary don't go on and on when they're tasting. They take a nibble and then say something like, "It has a good bake," "Nice color", "Good crunch" or "It's raw in the middle. I think it needed another 5 minutes" or "What a shame it didn't turn out better". There's no blathering from either one of them. They taste. They comment. They move on. The show's filmed in a tent. There's no mansion in the Hamptons, loft in Manhattan, or seaside villa in Italy. It's a fuckin' tent.
 
I guess I've answered my own question. The show's good because it's about what it's about - baking. No frills, no fits, no fuss. I wish MY life were that simple.

I watched the second episode of the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Friday night and was once again completely hypnotized. Nothing much happens. The contestants bake 3 recipes, they're judged by Mary and Paul, somebody gets Star Baker, somebody goes home, and I'm totally addicted. Maybe it's that there are no ridiculous "celebrity chefs" running around giving orders, they don't pull sheep's ball out of a mystery basket from which they're supposed to make an appetizer, they don't tell nauseating anecdotes about their dog's death, or soppy stories about Granma making brownies - they just bake, wait for the results, and then it's on to the next challenge. Paul and Mary don't go on and on when they're tasting. They take a nibble and then say something like, "It has a good bake," "Nice color", "Good crunch" or "It's raw in the middle. I think it needed another 5 minutes" or "What a shame it didn't turn out better". There's no blathering from either one of them. They taste. They comment. They move on. The show's filmed in a tent. There's no mansion in the Hamptons, loft in Manhattan, or seaside villa in Italy. It's a fuckin' tent.
 
I guess I've answered my own question. The show's good because it's about what it's about - baking. No frills, no fits, no fuss. I wish MY life were that simple.