Hello-Hello, and Merry Christmas Eve!

We are ever-so-excited to be spending lots of time with both sides of the family over the next week, so posts will be sparse, but that’s a good thing. We need a bit of a rest and know you do as well!

For those planning on shopping online over the next two days there are loads of Sales and Savings underway.  Brooks Brothers starts their clearance tomorrow, and is also doing an online only promotion.

J. Crew has already started their Final Sale.

There are savings at almost every preppish retailer one can name, so hopefully those interested in adding to the walk-in can do so in a more fiscally-friendly way.

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Now, to help tide us over the slimmer posts, we are offering a little giveaway done in tandem with the one and only Social Climber!

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As some readers know, Beth Dunn is an author generating some book buzz with her novel Social Climbers.  We know loads of bloggers who have read the novel, and expect to do so ourselves over the holidays. And Beth is doing a giveaway on her blog!

And in addition to the book, the lucky winner will receive a set of Lilly Pulitzer Stuck on You sticky notes….

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…and the a very preppy 2010 Calendar from Donovan Designs,

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To enter, scoot over here and say hello to Beth, she is simply delightful.

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This blog was hit by a surge of activity over the past few days. The search term that brought the activity here was “rodger levesque polygamist”. I’m sorry to let the searcher down, but here goes, the rest of this post is for you. Now seems as good a time as any to put down a succinct statement of my view on conjugal relationships.

First, the concept of living together that I’m working on is far from finished. That’s part of the reason that very little of the concept has been a subject of my writing. Another part of the reason is the confrontational quality of a critique of commonsensical concepts. These are only two reasons, but they play off each other, and have created a necessity to develop a conceptual sphere within which the idea can be safely discussed. That sphere is a theory of social change. This work isn’t even in the beginning stages, but this short statement might help.

Polygamy creates an immediate reaction. The word is synonymous with polygyny, which is the practice of men marrying more than one woman. This practice is most frequently associated with religious institutions and under-aged (non-consensual) brides. This practice, like the common practice of marriage, limits human affection and relationships to an institutionally predetermined configuration. These relationships are closed and exclusive. And the breaching of these definitions is subject to a punitive justice that justifies violence against women, reveals the objectification of women as property.

There are a number of problems within society that are embodied in our cohabitation practices. And while a theory of change wouldn’t stop at the criticism of relationships, the criticism of relationships needs to be included. The criticism of our conjugal practices has a long tradition in the development of a theory of social change.

Abolition of the family! Even the most radical flare up at this infamous proposal of the Communists.

Today still the most radical freak out when the couple as the only possible relationship is contested. The immediate reaction is the illegality of polygamy, but this form needs to be contested as well. What I am currently proposing is an open , inclusive practice of living together. I’m not suggesting any form of polygyny or polyandry. I’m suggesting no institutionalized form, but a practice of living with friends and lovers in common.  I suggest it as a way of overcoming the splitting that is affecting us so deeply in this policed state we are living under.

“The bourgeois whose existence is split into a business and a private life, whose private life is split into keeping up his public image and intimacy, whose intimacy is split into the surly partnership of marriage and the bitter comfort of being quite alone, at odds with himself and everybody else, is already virtually a Nazi, replete both with enthusiasm and abuse; or a modern city-dweller who can now only imagine friendship as a “social contact”: that is, as being in social contact with others with whom he has no inward contact.” (Max Horkheimer and Theodor W. Adorno. Dialectic of Enlightenment. p.155. Continuum, New York)

When Rodney King asks “Can’t we all just get along?” the cynical modern city-dweller can only laugh at the naivete. But in that question is the seed of an important part of any theory of social change. Why can’t we get along? Why are we incapable of living together?

Very simply, I’d argue that our institutionalized relationship forms are not open enough to accommodate the variety of relational possibilities. And more the exclusive quality of the given form creates a taboo on intimacy outside the form. It can be argued that any taboo limits freedom, because of the possibility of free movement transgressing the taboo.

Of course we are not prepared to live together. We have lost the art. But manuals like Aristotle’s Ethics and The Way of The Samurai can teach us the way to live together, and with commitment to the experiment, we may once again experience living in groups or actually living in community.

Door 20: Taboos & Deviance

The festive season and the oncoming new year always see you wanting to change things or try something new and sex lives are no different. Sometime I just feel get the feeling that I want something from a sex toy a different feeling or a different experience.

I had one of these moments recently when I just looked for a toy one evening and just felt everything was samey samey. So I rummaged through the sex toy sites looking for a different bit of deviance and stumbled and fell into the pumps section did a bit of research on what they were and what they did and decided this might be the new toy I was looking for. Looking through sites and advice I saw the same words repeated taboo, kinky and deviant….well they had me at taboo! Always wanting to try everything at least once I decided to go for it.

Not knowing what features needed to be best and which ones would be the best I did what I always do in these situations and went for a name. The first name we always look for in these situations is Doc Johnson and we found the Doc Johnson Pucker Up Vibrating Clitoral Pump. It was that fantastic we reviewed its qualities, features and most of all the mind-blowing orgasms you can achieved with this for getmepleasure and you can read this review here. Unfortunately GMP is currently out of stock of this product so the other place we found it in stock was Lovehoney.

If you want to try something different this Christmas we really can’t recommend it enough! If you do take the plunge let us know what you think!

Kittie & Charlie

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Me and Daddies Adventure!

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Hi, it’s Autumn here with a special Daddy and Me Adventure I wanna tell you about.  As some of you already know, I’ve been waiting to go on a Fantastic Vacation with just Daddy and Me !

However, Daddy has been like so freakin’ busy at work.  It was just really killing me waiting and stuff.  I mean, don’t get me wrong…I Love letting Daddy do me in his room and vice-versa.

However, I had really looked forward to the Daddy  and Me mini-adventure thinggie, cuz Daddy bought  me all these sexy outfits, toys and pumps and my favorite type of thongs.  All this, so we can really let loose, hee, hee !

Daddy sez it’s also cuz he knows how much I like to dress up for him.  He bought me a hella lot of school girl outfits, tights n long socks included, Yay !

So getting back to our mini-adventure. Daddy came home early last Friday and Yelled, “Autumn come on down  honey, we’re leaving in thirty minutes ! “

I couldn’t believe it, but it was Finally True, we were leaving for the our lil cabin trip. How cozy, I thought.  We got there in

record time…and almost as soon as  we put our bags down, Daddy suggested  that I take a hot shower, and change into the sexy lil teddy he had bought me.

I put it on and felt instantly all grown-up. I was Daddy’s little girl and I was gonna go out to the bedroom and immediately let him suck on my big titties and finger my tight pink pussy.

After that intro, Daddy told me to get down on my knees, and take all of his big fat cock in my mouth.  As I was gagging on Daddy’s cock, he began to finger my tight lil asshole.

“Ooh Daddy, I like that…it feels so good Daddy, I said.”  That’s when Daddy told me to turn around and open my ass cheeks

wide so he could fuck his lil girl real good.

I was so excited !  This was the very first time Daddy was gonna fuck my asshole. It hurt like hell at first, as Daddy rammed

his fat cock inside me.  I was happy though, shortly after, that Daddy now was inside another part of me.

Afterwards, I told Daddy what a treat that was, and how much I loved his cock in my ass.

Well, I gotta go now, Daddy is calling me to come and fuck him.  I’ll be back soon, to letcha know the rest of our cabin adventure.  For the impatient guys, you can call me now, if you just gotta know.

Autumn

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Generally, taboo words are words which were ‘not only considered inappropriate for certain context, but were also forbidden in most communicative events’ (Trudgill, 1974:29-3 1 ) However, regardless the fact that taboo words were condemned to use, their presence was undeniable, and it did, in fact, exist in our community. The traditional conception said that females were forbidden to use it for any reasons, while males had their freedom because of the context of masculinity involved. Since the condition became more flexible toward males and females, the pressure got more relaxed. Therefore, the writer was curious to know the kinds of taboo words that males and females used, their tabooed subjects, and their primary purpose to use it. The data was taken from the movie Boys don?t cry, and the approach used was a qualitative-descriptive approach. On the other hand, the theories used to analyze the data were divided into two main theories and one supporting theory. The main theories were taken from the combination between Liedlich and Wardhaugh?s theory about the classification of taboo words and Liedlich?s theory of the purpose. Meanwhile, Hymes? theory about the factors exist in communicative events was also taken to support the analysis of the user?s purpose in using taboo words. The final result of this study was that the taboo word that was often used by both males and females was fuck, and they shared the same tabooed subject, which was Sex. The purpose was quite different. While males used taboo words for the purpose of identification, females used them to provide catharsis.

Keyword : english, language, social aspects, linguistics, slang, taboo, male, female, movie

Sumber : http://repository.petra.ac.id/2600/

Another great interview with Taboo.  Click the image to check it out.

If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic…  I want you to hit me as hard as you can. Fight Club

Rough Body Play is a wide field of kink that includes punching, kicking, slapping, striking – basically anything that flies in a bareknuckle fight gets included in my definition of Rough Body Play.

RBP brings an energy to a scene unlike no other –  energy that is hard to explain if you haven’t seen it, or better yet, participated in it first hand.  It’s primal, it’s animalistic, it’s unceremonious, yet connects you with your partner in a very real physical, and tactile way.  If you’re having trouble envisioning what I mean by energy, try to recall the last time you had angry sex.  Think passion, think frenzied lust, think sense of urgency.  Yeah; it’s like that.

When you punch someone with your fist, you feel the impact going into their body as well as your own.  As a top, I love the feeling of my partner falling slightly into my arms after kneeing them, and as a bottom, it’s the skin-on-skin connection that increases the chemistry and energy exchange in a scene.  I also dig on the interal conflict that comes with RBP.  While play in general taps into my flight or fight response, playing with toys tends to create a flight reaction – I’ll climb, I’ll jump, run in circles….but RBP is different.  Being hit creates a very strong desire for me to attack back.  I want to lunge at you, I want to rise up and have you to slap me back down, I want to struggle for the dominance…and lose.  Since I have yet to experience any I hit you, you hit me scenes in this context, I don’t actually do any of those things I think about, but I enjoy the feeling of having to tame my own desires to strike out, to stay out on the equipment.  It’s my own personal game of, don’t move, or the scene is over.

RBP scenes often draw spectators; for a few reasons.  First, these scenes tend to crackle with energy because of the connection between players, and visually dynamic scenes will always draw a crowd.

Second, because many people tie hands-on violence (especially towards women) as abusive, people watch out of concern, or even horror.  It’s been suggested over in the Rough Body Play group on FetLife, that this may have something to do with the use of toys vs body parts.  Has anyone seen a made for TV movie where the abuse husband flogged his wife for dinner being serve late?  No?  Many of us have been raised to connect physical violence with bad, and it can be challenge for people to get over preconceived notions.

The negative associations with RBP from others can be a problem for some players.  Many (on both sides) have expressed that it’s hard to get into a scene when you know you’re being judged, or when someone is concerned for you safety.  Here are some things you can do to combat this when playing in public:  First, always tell the DM what to expect so they won’t interfere, and they can stop others from trying to.  Second, have a friend run interference on your behalf.  That friend can assure concerned onlookers that everyone involved is having a great time, plus they can help fend off well meaning, yet annoying, people who want to ‘check in’ while you’re still coming down or getting after care.

The number one question I’ve been asked by men looking to try out more RBP, is how do I get over the idea that I shouldn’t hit girls?  The men know they’re holding back, and they want to change it.  Communication (as always) is key here – especially from the bottom up.  Telling your partner that you’re enjoying being hit/kicked/slapped, both during, and after then scene, when feelings of guilt and shame are most likely to creep in, will go a long way.  Also,  know that a body can often take more than we think it can.  To check the level of intensity your partner plays best at start by using a number scale of 1-10.  Ask them what level of intensity they feel the impact to be at and go from there.  Much like attending your first Munch, the hardest part is walking through the door.

If you’re looking to improve your technique, or learn more about the mechanics of giving body play, one of the best things you can do it take a boxing, or martial arts class.  You’ll learn things like how to throw a punch, how to throw a kick (and keep your balance), and pick up lots of “safe” fighting tips  A quick Google search of Martial Arts + your location should net you lots of results.  A final word of caution: do not mention you’re taking this class to learn how to better beat your partner.  It’s unlikely to end with favourable results.

I was googling butch seeks butch and boi seeks boi out of curiosity and there wasn’t much to be found.  Sometimes I feel like the only genderqueer butch boi who wants another butch.  I mean there is plenty of butch seeks femme but just none for the bois.  I feel like I have a nonexistent dating pool.  I’ve been single for 26 years and I’ll probably be single for life.  I would like a girlfriend that I am attracted to both physically and mentally but finding someone like that is really problematic.  First off, there’s not that many lesbians to begin with.  I don’t know why there are so many gay males maybe because we live in a patriarchal society and it promotes men so it makes sense for men to love men.  It goes against everything that society tries to condition us to be a women who loves women.  But there aren’t that many lesbians and most lesbians tend to go femme.  I have nothing against femme – I know all about femme visibility and I am an ally to the cause but it’s harder being out all the time and visible queer.  I’ve been punched in the face before for being gay which sucked more than anything.  In NYC of all places in 2009 – how ridiculous is that?  I thought the world would be beyond such nonsense.  Anyways, finding smart people is hard.  We all know that.  The world is full of dummies.  And if you are already dealing with a small dating pool to begin with – it becomes even smaller looking for someone smart.  Plus, add looking for someone vegetarian and a boi – that’s near impossible.

Anyways, I don’t know why Butch seeks Butch is so taboo.  For gay men, since there are plenty of them, there’s a whole bear community for masculine men who like other masculine men.  They even have their own flag for their community.  There’s nothing like that for the lesbian counterpart.  It might just be there’s not enough of us but why is it okay for men and not for women?  Double standards again?  I remember being sad when reading Stone Butch Blues when they specifically said in the book butch on butch is taboo.  It’s the mentality now.  I get such a hard time when I hit on other butches.  I get treated like an alien and ignored.  It happens all the time when the rare occasion I find a butch.  It’s a real blow to one’s self confidence to be treated so poorly.  It should be taken as a compliment being hit on – by anyone.  It’s nice to know you are attractive.  If you don’t like the person who’s hitting on you, don’t be mean to them.  Say “Thank you, not interested.”  Then again, I learn that if they are a jerk to me, they weren’t worth my original attempt and are just a pretty face with an ugly inside.

I am a sweet kid who looks like a bad ass and I get lots of shit for that because everyone thinks a million and one things about me that aren’t true.  It’s also hard being genderqueer.  At least with being ftm or mtf – you have a gender identity – you might be the wrong gender but there’s a gender for you.  For me, there is no gender.  I am just genderfucked.  Not male and not female and just stuck being something I am not without any options.  I feel so out of place in a world with males and females and not much room for a this or that.

I had the pleasure of catching up with my friend Taboo DYM down in Miami. Hanging out with him, and checking out some of his recent stuff on his Flickr page, I copied a few pics and decided to share them here. It’s good to see guys like Taboo keeping the traditions and spirit of piecing alive in NYC.

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For more on Taboo, check out his Flickr page

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It’s that time of year, the holiday season, where you seemingly feel an overwhelming urge to grit your teeth and bare the discomfort to spend time with judgmental people you dislike the other ten months of the year. You sit and eat meals, you send christmas cards, and you also fight tooth and nail to the death for the best deal on a flat screen TV you don’t need in a house that is getting tougher to afford so you can watch assholes on Survivor in 1080i HD. Indeed, this season of barfight-like kerfuffles in the aisles of Toys ‘R’ Us and Best Buy across the nation to appease little Timmy and Susan Q American so as to keep them from hating you to the point they cut their wrists when off their meds, is a testament to the real spirit of the season as it stands today. It wasn’t so long ago that gift cards were lame and price tags on gifts were taboo, as you shopped with thought and care as to get the right thing for those special people in your life so as to light up their faces with joy and wonder. What it has become is the tabulation of a P&L sheet as to see how much you spent and what profit you may have made while sliding all the thoughtless plastic tender in to your wallet to get the things no one knew you well enough to know you might want. ‘Tis the season…

I remember when I was growing up and Christmas came around. As a youngster I rarely received gift cards, if ever. As a tiny tot I got a check from Grandma, but that is as close to a Best Buy card as I got; what I had under the tree were actual gifts wrapped with care and purchased with thought by those that loved me. When I got to ravage that pile of commercialized wonder I opened item after item, knowing I had wanted every one, and that ‘Santa’ had me in mind when every enslaved Elf built it…ok, not really, but you get the point. When I was a kid you bought people stuff, you actually went out and shopped. You thought long and hard about that thing you saw them looking at six months ago and they just never got for themselves, or that item of conversation in passing while waiting for a table at the Sizzler on some idle Sunday evening. These were the days when people put real care in to what they gave to you, and vice versa.

When I was growing up my mother always taught me to take the price tag off of things I was wrapping. In my mother’s eyes the price of something was between you and the poor, suicidal clerk at Cash/Wrap 1 who rang you up, no one else. My relationship to the price tag was that of a sin confessed between me and my priest, not for others to know. The greatest of follies in gift giving was for there to be any remnant of the price tag, so before wrapping you carefully inspected every crevasse to ensure that no evidence of the monetary value was present, even though the poor recipient would be walking through Target the next week and take a gander at the $19.99 discount price you snagged it at. A present was to be a gift and the price tag was removed to both keep the recipient from feeling guilty if you spent a lot, and to keep you from feeling foolish if you spent only a little. Money was taken completely out of the picture and gifts were to be given in ernest, never making either party feel like they got gipped, or owed, in the exchange.

There was a shift a long time ago as I got older. When I got in to my teens it started innocently with gift receipts from Grandma in case I already had one, or didn’t like it. With Grandma it was acceptable, what did she know, I only saw her three times a year; birthday, christmas, and thanksgiving; so it was forgivable that she was out of the loop on my interests and desires. After all, with Grandma it was really only talk of my grades in school and what I wanted to be when I grew up; would it have killed you to talk about anything but my job, really? But it started with my parents once I got a bit older, receipts with every gift, and now Grandma wasn’t the only one rolling out the money. My parents didn’t write me a check, that was Grandma’s gig. How weird would it have been to get a check from your parents at 12 years old? “Don’t cash it ‘til Friday, love you.” Parents started giving you cash and then some generic gift that seemed like an afterthought to the money, like they felt they couldn’t give you JUST cash, so they got you a piece of Coca-Cola merch or an eight ball skull. Thanks…for the money.

Thought in gifts was taking a turn at this point and once I hit puberty it was less thoughtful than ever. First off, your parents just asked you what you wanted in advance, if you weren’t dropping hints with with Sunday newspaper ads open to what you wanted, circled and highlighted as they drank their morning coffee. So they never thought about you, they just didn’t want you pissed when they got the wrong thing, you were distant enough already, so they just asked. So, if they got you something it was exactly what you asked for. Worst was when they would call you from the store and play the “Hey, what was that thing you mentioned last week, my co-worker was trying to get something for his son, your age?” game, and you had to play coy like you didn’t know what was coming home with your name on it.

Then went the wrapping, my parents and friends stopped wrapping things themselves. If they didn’t get it wrapped by some poor sap at the store then some girl scout troop was wrapping your gifts for you for donations so they could go camping in Spain in the summer to get their ‘running of the bulls’ merit badge or something. What’s even worse is the bag, you know the one, $2.99 and stuff with tissue paper with handles for easy transport. You see someone pull out the bag by the handles like it’s left overs from a Thai joint and plop it down in front of you, and you go through like a grocery bag making sure that you got everything before putting everything back in to it and tossing the tissue paper. By the way, how much does that bag take the fun out of ripping open a wrapped package!? I mean, there is no great reveal satisfaction when you look down in to a bag, but when you viciously strip a gift naked, then we’re talking some Christmas cheer.

Now we’ve skipped forward and the whole system is plastic today. Rare is the truly thoughtful gift. Price tags and receipts are standard on all gifts and they are given with the disclaimer, “you’re so hard to shop for, the receipt is in there in case you don’t want it,” gee, thanks for giving me an errand for Christmas, my favorite time of year to jam in to crowded streets and get stabbed for an Elmo doll, so glad to get back out there once my stitches heal. Now we don’t even give gifts, we just give the ‘gift card’. Boy did those make a huge leap. Remember when they were like paper gift certificates that sometimes looked like fake money. Now they went digital looking more like credit cards, good way to train up the little ones for a life of debt, get them comfortable with plastic early. So now we don’t even try, and we don’t wrap, and we don’t think. We instantly decide, at the register, what you are worth and what store we think you might like; Bath and Body Works for women, Sears for men, and Best Buy is gender neutral.

When did this happen? When did we go from taboo price tags on thoughtful gifts to arbitrarily assigning a person in our lives a monetary value on a piece of plastic? Well I guess I could go in to deep psychological and social issues and trends in the nation that have curved towards simply passing economic funds from one consumer to another, allowing them full buying potential leading to money spent beyond the gift card value on full priced items after the holidays which lead to higher profits in the first fiscal quarter of the following year which can float stock prices on publicly traded companies keeping liquidity intact allowing for a better projected earnings sheet in the next year, but that might just be a little convoluted. I could go on to say that the advent of the gift card in the shape of any normal credit card is the greatest invention since poker chips, removing the true value of money and replacing it with an item of almost no value except the agreed upon terms, which removes the ability to spend said item anywhere but at the table/store. The genius behind the gift card is actual turning cold hard cash in to funny money that has value in only one location; the gift card is actually worse than money since you have now limited it’s buying power to just one chain, locking your money up in them like a goods & services bank until you withdraw the money in the form of a liability(item) with limited longevity. Genius.

I think we can blame commercialism and the fact that once you turn 15 you become a bitch to shop for until you turn 40. Sadly, this is the prime target market for consumer propaganda to be designed for; everyone in this category is the prime spender with disposable income and emerging identity and status issues for which to compensate. Before puberty and after the midlife crisis image is less of an issue, before 15 you aren’t secure, but you don’t really notice the differences in status and in items as much, after 40, generally, you have accepted yourself and lived long enough that you can cast those types of impulsive behaviors aside (you stop giving a shit), my father not included, he bought his first house and first Harley in 2009…he’s 48. Well in this market there is so much stuff to buy that no one knows exactly what you want at any given time, what you wanted last month is not necessarily what you want this month, so people err on the side of caution and get you money to a place where you can get the stuff you want, yourself. The exchange of gift cards is not so much trying to please someone as it is not wanting to disappoint them with a poorly thought out purchase.

Why is there this shift though? My mother raised me to hide how much was spent, and to get someone something they really wanted so they never would return it, receipts were never included either. Now it seems that if a gift is given it was purchased so as to not just be buying everyone gift cards. Gifts have turned in to place holders for thoughtfulness and are bought in haste, wrapped by someone else, and given to you with a disclaimer and the means by which to return them, in addition to a gift card so you can get what you want…shit, now I’ve got to go to two stores Saturday, a full day of shopping, for me. It seems that we have grown comfortable with the recipient of your gift card knowing exactly what they are worth to you at any given time when they calculate what you spent and figure out what that equals in love. It’s like a supply and demand chart, where the love and the money intersect is where the price of the gift card will be, less love equates less money. After all, you’re not going to give Bob Q Jackass from the office a $100 gift card and your wife the $5 one…think about it, I’ll put together a graph later.

In this country we have gotten so busy and fear the embarrassment of giving the wrong gift that we have been bullied in to giving out funny money to the people in our lives. This disconnection with the good ol’ days of scratching price tags off of carefully wrapped items has fallen just short of Grandma’s $25 dollar check and turned in to the game of the gift card. No longer are we scared of letting people know just what we think of them at a time like this. I fear the distaste for our families during the holidays has seeped to the surface and is now poisoning our shopping. We now relish in giving people $10 gift cards to Applebee’s to passive aggressively tell Uncle Rich he can shove his snooty corporate-job digs. Every one of us is guilty of giving the gift card, the modern equivalent of a new tie for dad, but now we give them to everyone and expect the same in return so as to get our money back. But now the hostage exchange of gift card for gift card can really stick the shame to a friend when you give them fifty and they only give you twenty five. Like savvy Wall Street brokers we’re investing gift/shame equity in our friends and loved ones so as to turn a profit somewhere down the line. I’m just spitballing here, but let’s leave the gift cards to Grandma and actually get a thoughtful gift, carefully wrap it, a watch the disappointment fill your sister’s eyes when she rips it open on Christmas day and sees how little you actually care, like Jesus intended. Happy holidays, folks.

This last weekend was an art event that comes down to Miami every December, ART BASEL. This is one of the biggest street art events in the world and we are privileged to have come to our city. I went out to check out the work and watch the people paint a couple of the days and got some pictures of some of the work that was going on this year. A lot of local artist paint and even some very well known artist such as Obey even come down to do some work on the street of Miami. Hope you enjoy the pictures and feel free to go check out this work along with the rest of it in the Art District of Miami.

OUTFIT DETAILS

HAIR & HAT – Find Ash JackFrost-B/short[Brownish Black]

SKIN – Damiani Sean Stubble Hair Tan Haired

EYES – Eddesign’s HD – Eye Super Natural 20073 real blue 5

JACKET – Kal Rau Leather Jacket

SWEATER – Shiki Turtleneck Brown

PANTS – WMD Extrusion Jeans

BOOTS – Taboo Texas Boots

SCARF – Reek Cozy Scarf Gold

MITTENS – Reek Cozy Mittens Gold

Hello all! I’m back today with another interesting question for y’all and I hope you enjoy. The concept of dating has changed vastly over the past 10 years or so with the advent and further acceptance of online dating. At one point and time online dating was met with a certain level of skepticism and was considered taboo in many circles. However, as we all know that perception has considerably changed with the rising popularity of sites such as Facebook, MySpace, Datehookup.com, Plentyoffish.com,Match.com, and many,many others. As  someone whom has tried it before, I actually met a former girlfriend online on a social site. It was almost no different from meeting someone in the club,bar or out in public. Although, it didn’t pan out in the end due to personal differences, It was a cherished experience and I would not object to trying it again. On the flip side of that equation, there have been situations whereas the experiences weren’t as good as my las relationship was and weren’t good at all. Some of you can that have tried online dating can probably identify with some of the cons associated with such. Things such as a person not looking anything like their profile pictures indicate, pictures not being clear but enough to hide that part of their appearance that may not be appealing to you and many other factors. So, with that in mind, my questions for y’all today is Is online dating rewarding in the sense that there are an endless amount of  potential greatness in love and relationships or imminent disaster? Comments are deeply appreciated.

One of my AIESEC friends, my AIESEC mammy (or buddy), and some friends of her are doing a research to figure out how true is what it is written in the books about the other countries.

The only thing you have to do is to click on your country or a country you now very well and complete the questionnaire. It takes 20 seconds!

This is the list of countries:

Europe
Belgium
Bulgaria
France
Netherlands
Spain
Sweden
Switzerland
Germany
Turkey

Asia
Afghanistan
India
Japan

North America
USA

Central America
Dominique Republic

South America
Colombia

Africa
Ghana

When we want to thank to someone in Romanian we say: Mulțumesc!