I love the naked old ladies at my gym, who gab to each other about this and that as they're getting un/dressed. I am significantly less bothered by my imperfections as I get older (which is good because the older I get the less-perfect my body gets so I'd be kind of SOL if I didn't let go of that crap) and I can't wait for the day when I just don't give a fuck anymore and can stand around with my wobbly knees and arm flaps and saggy tush and talk about my vegetable garden.

My aunt threw a party one year at her house with is on a small lake for our family and another that we all grew up with. The rest of us were in various stages of bathing-suitedness, but the matriarch of the friend-family was just hanging around in her halter-top suit and sun visor. She told a story about the retirement complex she and her husband live at in Florida, and how all the retired ladies there refuse to hang around in their bathing suits when the retired gentlemen are about. In Florida weather. By the pool. Her reply to them: "What, you think they don't know you're seventy?"

It was on the Cape, the family is from Mass, about 40 minutes from where I grew up. I remember the story. I'm so sorry for your friend.

You can do price comparisons on preventive and chronic care, but that all falls apart for acute and emergent conditions. You have to go to the nearest facility; there is no time for research. In those cases, the seller can charge what they want, because without their services, you'll be dead.

I fail to see the relevance of methods used by the Indian construction workers, other than the standard oh-how-exotic reaction.

The relevance is that the Indian economy is so depressed that a $20 doctor's visit, which is couch-cushion change to an American, is a bank-breaker for an Indian worker. I was in India for a week for work and had a driver at my beck and call during insane hours (I was working on American business hours), and I was advised to tip him $20 at the end of a week of him sleeping in his car in the parking lot so that he could be ready to pick me up and drive me back to my hotel at 2am. $20!

Americans commenting on how cheap Indian healthcare is is like the Grimaldis commenting on how cheap American healthcare is. Its cheap if you're a Grimaldi, but not if you're a regular American.

If you could spot them easily, you'd simply avoid them and there would be no danger.

According to Jaycee's stepfather, the wife was the one behind the wheel when she was dragged into the car.

Quim -- either from a ca. 18th century English slang word for "pleasant", or a mispronunciation of the Welsh "cwm" -> valley

Queynte -- from The Canterbury Tales, both the Miller's Tale and the Wife of Bath's Tale

Glorious words, both of them.

Cunt is yet another perfectly good Saxon word that got relegated to the "filthy" pile when the Normans swept in and graced us all with their high-class Romance words. As I said in a post from a couple years ago, the last time "cunt" came up as a topic of conversation, it sounds like the owner of said cunt isn't afraid to eat her steak and spuds, and has two gigantic coiled braids on each side of her head, hefting a 10-pound baby in one arm and a few steins of beer in the other. Bless her!

Men use it to refer to other men, never other women. Women never use it at all, at least not that I've ever heard.

Me, I use it as often as possible because a) it packs a punch and b) there is nothing magical about vaginas (as I said to a friend from college on Saturday, who married an OBGYN and has come to a similar conclusion). If I can call someone a dick (or a prick, or a langer, or...) then I don't see why cunt is out of bounds. Either all pink bits are foul, or none are.

You do realize that you just posted that smug missive in a letters forum in the internet, correct?

a clear asshole who basically date-raped her last season

No, he didn't basically date-rape her. He raped her. Full stop, end of story, Joan's fiancee raped her on the floor of Roger's office. He grabbed her, threw her down on the floor, smashed her face into the carpet, and pushed her legs apart.

Not only did that actually -- not "basically" -- happen, Broadsheet posted a column about it, in which Christina Hendricks herself expressed outrage at all the people who hedge and dither about calling Joan's rape a rape.

Say what you will, the man is a hell of a performer. And really, "Cherry Cherry" has a great hook.

For someone in the range of 6' with a very athletic body. Muscle is indeed denser than fat. Her little roll there seems pretty much par for the course for a woman with a little curvy belly who is sitting in that position; standing up she'd look pretty slammin', like a big Viking girl as someone else put it.

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That is all.

More, please.

Thank you,

K.