Based on my limited experience, it’s not usually his heart that’s cheating, is it, O Magazine?
I’ve never had a cheating man ask me to stroke his heart. They don’t text at 3 a.m. looking for deep, penetrating…heart-to-heart conversation.
But I guess “his cheating dick” was kinda inappropes for the supermarket checkout.
(Again, limited experience. My heart has cheated, I’m sure others’ have, too.)
Much like the people who make disgusting jokes about Chris Christie’s weight, we need to knock THIS shit right the hell off.
I’m not even following this clusterfuck election closely. But I know there are plenty of joke-WORTHY aspects of Hillary’s campaign without resorting to easy blowjob jokes from a nearly 20-year-old scandal during her HUSBAND’S administration. And I say this as a supporter of the easy blowjob joke. I just like the jokes to be, um…FUNNY.
How are we STILL slut-shaming a woman who made a bad call at age 22, or attacking Hillary for it, rather than placing the blame on Bill Clinton’s raggedy cheating ass? I know there was plenty of that at the time, and maybe there are Internet memes to that effect now. I just happened to see this today, and have seen others like it, and they flip my bitch switch.
Sure, Hillary’s potentially bringing that philandering fuck back to the White House with her, but what do I care where HIS cock has been if SHE’S President? If he’s off banging interns, that’s more time for her to get shit done without him trying to hillbilly-man-splain international affairs. (Because clearly he’s more concerned with domestic ones — HEY-O!)
I guess because none of these dipshits are going to fix ANYTHING, EVER, maybe it’s just all one big joke at this point. But damn…get better jokes.
P.S. Donald Drumpf is the exception. Please let us all continue joking about him. Hair. Voice. Delusion. Have at it.
Oh, OK. So I can be messaging back and forth with a perfectly nice guy from OkCupid, and inadvertently say something that reminds me of my ex, then of That Guy, then back to my ex, and now I’m crying?
Sure, yeah — I am absolutely ready to be dating, even casually. It will not end badly at all.
I understand this is how I move on, and I’m sure a time will come when it doesn’t feel like cheating, but…not so far.
I could blame PMS, but I think I might just be ready to embrace my obvious destiny to die sexless and alone.
We’ll just add this to the therapy list. That woman is earning her money.
This made me sad. (And before anyone yells at me, I’m not saying I agree with anything. Merely that it makes me sad.)
Via Slate: Why We Cheat: Spouses in happy marriages have affairs. What are we all looking for?
“You would think an unhappy person would leave. So by definition they must not be that unhappy. They are in that wonderful ambivalent state, too good to leave, too bad to stay.
“That’s why an affair is such an erotic experience. It’s not about sex, it’s about desire, about attention, about reconnecting with parts of oneself you lost or you never knew existed. It’s about longing and loss.”
Hm. So, when you hear through a mutual friend that the person you’re seeing may (MAY) have hooked up with someone else in his Christmas travels… the normal reaction is NOT “Oh, good, that’ll make it easier to end it,” right?
And to not really be bothered in the slightest that he may have been with someone else… also not optimal? Generally speaking, if I care about someone in a romantic capacity, I get a little cranky when I think about them with anyone else, so it’s not like I’m above jealousy. I’m not batshit about it — I’m not gonna go “Waiting to Exhale” on a guy — but I’m normally at least miffed. Sometimes even peeved. Now? Nada.
Yes, yes… This IS a conundrum.
(I know I can’t just assume, and I won’t. I was more considering how strange it is that I’m enjoying the potential.)
Smug Singleton 