tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post683440401122693225..comments2024-03-27T21:47:38.050-07:00Comments on stevereads: Penny Press! Poor old Christopher Hitchens!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-19443249202477187142006-12-15T18:11:00.000-08:002006-12-15T18:11:00.000-08:00Beepy, say it isn't so! Say you haven't shot off t...Beepy, say it isn't so! Say you haven't shot off to greener pastures (or, more accurately, drifted slowly off to more fertile lagoons)?stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00411174345391126343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-31670929075227770582006-12-15T18:10:00.000-08:002006-12-15T18:10:00.000-08:00I agree with Jeff - methinks the lady doth protest...I agree with Jeff - methinks the lady doth protest too much!<br /><br />If you've finally seen the light, Hippolyta, I believe Sebastian has an opening in his sex-calendar next Wednesday, from 4 to 5. <br /><br />You'll want to leave a generous amount of time afterwards for vigorous showering, although be warned: the dirty feeling never ENTIRELY goes away.stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00411174345391126343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-54892474116361858472006-12-15T17:27:00.000-08:002006-12-15T17:27:00.000-08:00And yet, no sign of Beepy. Could it be that she's...And yet, no sign of Beepy. Could it be that she's become too <a href="http://www.hornymanatee.com">FAMOUS</a> for us?Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973616203057702323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-80051227941506138592006-12-15T16:31:00.000-08:002006-12-15T16:31:00.000-08:00Wait, you say it like it's a bad thing!Wait, you say it like it's a bad thing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-89371261581236200042006-12-15T14:32:00.000-08:002006-12-15T14:32:00.000-08:00I blame myself.I blame myself.Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00289597293731183865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-45648597133344798882006-12-15T10:22:00.000-08:002006-12-15T10:22:00.000-08:00Goodness, the comment boards have been positively ...Goodness, the comment boards have been positively pullullating with women these days.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973616203057702323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-54183938419675953022006-12-14T19:01:00.000-08:002006-12-14T19:01:00.000-08:00Oh swoon!! ;-)Oh swoon!! ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-85167559680969967522006-12-14T11:38:00.000-08:002006-12-14T11:38:00.000-08:00Will you two please get a room?Will you two please get a room?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-48000576203010364082006-12-14T10:48:00.000-08:002006-12-14T10:48:00.000-08:00Apologies, Hippolita! I really can put my foot in ...Apologies, Hippolita! I really can put my foot in it from time to time, can’t I? (Although, sadly, not reliably—I was a bit blurry when Fulke tried to get my feet into my loafers at noon this morning and accidentally served the poor creature a face full of sock! But he’s an understanding chap, that Fulke. He quietly blessed me in his mother tongue and got on with the difficult business). <br /><br />My Hippolita! Dear, Hippolita! I never meant to imply that ALL women are humorless. Far from it! Why, I can tell from your last knee-hammering post that you’ve got an A-1 sense of the stuff. You’re probably from that generation of Bryn Mawr girls that daddy used to tell me about over his whisky with a slightly fearful gleam in his eye. You know, the kind of girls who start the day with Mozart and Politics, boxing lessons in the afternoon, bawdy sing-alongs over sloe gin fizz in the evening. What I mean to say is you seem like your own woman, and I can’t imagine any man trying to get involved in your business, or to touch on your concerns in any way.<br /><br />You remind me of my Aunt Harriet not a little: she was a wit and a half! I still remember how she used to gather us youngsters at the foot of her bristly legs, lean back in her huge tweed sportcoat, and, puffing away on her meerschaum, regale us all with one hilarious story after another: misplaced knickers, rude names, the whole caboodle. During pauses to gasp for air, we could even hear Uncle Henry chuckling away in the kitchen as he did the washing up and nursed the youngsters, and braided his long hair.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-6354838534241088642006-12-14T08:43:00.000-08:002006-12-14T08:43:00.000-08:00Oh man! No response from Sebastian? Steve...wher...Oh man! No response from Sebastian? Steve...where is this comment sparring I was promised?<br /><br />Anyhow, Steve, just wanted to let you know about yesterday's NPR "On Point" show on the best books of 2006...<br />http://www.onpointradio.org/<br />shows/2006/12/20061213_b_main.aspAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-11410473295689208462006-12-13T08:39:00.000-08:002006-12-13T08:39:00.000-08:00Well, Sebastian, it's obvious simply by the fact t...Well, Sebastian, it's obvious simply by the fact that she's with you that your "humorless" girlfriend already understands that life is, as Hitchins claims only men understand, "a joke in extremely poor taste." <br /><br />Or, could it be that you choose to surround yourself with humorless women because a funny girlfriend would threaten your intelligence? ("Precisely because humor is a sign of intelligence (and many women believe, or were taught by their mothers, that they become threatening to men if they appear too bright), it could be that in some way men do not want women to be funny.")<br /><br />Then again, after this little misogynist rant of yours, I'm not surprised that you have never "stimulate(d) her laughter...at least caused her to loosen up and to change her expression." No big surprise here that she's staring up at the sky (or the ceiling?) admiring the stars...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-3586132772097435402006-12-13T08:10:00.000-08:002006-12-13T08:10:00.000-08:00The whole, sudden "Hitchens is a wet-brain drunk w...The whole, sudden "Hitchens is a wet-brain drunk who can't write or reason anymore" clamour that has reached the tipping point this fall, strikes me the same as this fall's sudden outburst from middle america and the mainstream media of "hey, Bush is a disasterous moron and Iraq is an unsolvable mess" -- I mean, "uh, yeah, DUH." Steve and I have bounced this notion around before, usually when he'd recommend some Hitchens blather in VF -- but that's once a month in a high-paid glossy fashion magazine, where Hitch no doubt fortified and put forth the hungover effort longer than usual... I've been reading him in Slate (it's a magazine that's online, Steve -- on the interwebs, just like this blog-thingee!) for five years now and there, where the pay is less and the editors more easily cowed by his blustery, Britishy haught and acerb (now I'm just making up words), and his Slate stuff has been slush-headed and silly from the get-go... so, as I said to the rest of the nation (the country, that is, not Hitch's old lefty stompin' grounds) after the mid-terms, I say to the newly vocal Hitch-hatas, "Welcome! Have a seat! Enjoy the sad, infuriating show!"Locke Peterseimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05320507157893341941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-57403883039095979572006-12-13T07:40:00.000-08:002006-12-13T07:40:00.000-08:00Thanks, Steve. Well, I don't know about all of thi...Thanks, Steve. Well, I don't know about all of this 'funny' business, but I think it's a damn funny idea to get involved with the 'fair sex' to begin with. I'm the first one in line for a good old roaring laugh-out at the expense of another fellow's ill-matched waistcoat, but dash it all I cannot hold with this idea that there are any girls who'd so much as stifle a sneeze at it. My Aunt Valerie is a girl. Or, at least she used to be back in the mesozoic era. And she's about as funny as a coral snake on the breakfast tray. My girlfriend is a woman (if all the ribbons and go-gas in her hair have anything to say about it), and I do find that I can't crack one good snapping joke about the sort of noises a backside can crack you up with without she'll be too busy going all gape-jawed at the night sky, going on about how the stars are god's little oysters, and the moon is an angel's dimple.<br /><br />Steve, you can have them, as far as I'm concerned. You always seem to know what they want. Me, I'm staying in with a book. A funny one! And without any damn breasts in it, thank you very much!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-53352962132945397912006-12-12T23:13:00.000-08:002006-12-12T23:13:00.000-08:00what we really need here is the viewpoint of a wom...what we really need here is the viewpoint of a woman ....<br /><br />Sebastian? Care to share?stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00411174345391126343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-70887430686720434442006-12-12T22:49:00.000-08:002006-12-12T22:49:00.000-08:00Yes, it must be their fixation with child birth an...Yes, it must be their fixation with child birth and rearing that makes women less funny.<br /><br />Couldn't have anything to do with the fact that men want women to be funnier than them about as much as they want them to be taller, stronger, or smarter (ah, but women have all the power! They have "the whole male world at their mercy", right? Right?).<br /><br />When I was 12 or 13, I remember telling my best friend that the perfect girl for me would be pretty, smart, and have a great sense of humor. He looked at me in a mix of distaste and disbelief. "Sense of humor? You mean, like she'll be sitting around cracking jokes?" He grudgingly gave me that it could be an asset if she dug <i>my</i> jokes, but still...<br /><br />Joke was on him, I guess - twenty years later, he's miserable, and my crazy wife continues to crack me up.Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00289597293731183865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-37043431085811008232006-12-12T20:25:00.000-08:002006-12-12T20:25:00.000-08:00hitch on chicks<A HREF="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2007/01/hitchens200701?printable=true¤tPage=all" REL="nofollow">hitch on chicks</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com