I almost forgot to wish y’all a happy Hanukkah.
Hanukkah isn’t my religion, but a) I don’t HAVE much of a religion — we celebrate Christmas, but I suspect that’s mostly for the ham. And b) the first guy I had sex with was Jewish (so, he was extra Chosen), so I’ll always have a soft spot (ie, my vagina) for the faith.
L’chaim!
During holiday seasons I love to torture myself by looking at those bullshit “for her” and “for him” gift recommendation lists.
For instance, BN.com recommends “for him” all this sweet Star Wars and Doctor Who stuff, Rodin “Thinker” bookends, and cool beer/gin kits. And “for her,” a bunch of fucking candles and tote bags and tea sets, and what looks like every pink gift item they sell.
Kiss my dick, Barnes & Noble.
I will admit, I love candles and pink stuff. But I also like beer and gin, dammit, and I do, um, THINK, at least often enough to enjoy “Thinker” bookends. Plus I know tons of ladies who’d enjoy Star Wars/Doctor Who swag. Hmph.
Mad props to LivingSocial, though. Their “for her” gift guide has bourbon tastings, distillery tours, photography lessons, and race car experience packages. (And Brazilian waxes, but eh, it’s still a good list of options. And, um… I’ll just go ahead and add that wax to my cart along with the bourbon tasting. That’s gonna be a weird day.)
Today, I’m thankful for you guys. And multiple orgasms. And pie. But mostly for you guys. (Ahem. And pie.)
Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Hanukkah. Hell, Happy November 28. Have fun and be safe.
Smug Singleton 