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E 'for some who are absent on my blog for reasons of force majeure (no internet), however next year I have so many good ideas e finora non son rimasto completemante inattivo nel mio settore e sto organizzando anche degli incontri molro interessanti e lusinghieri nel campo della salute e del benessere.
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THE SECRETARY OF THE SIXTH ... CENTURY AC

Oggi ho voglia di vomitare. Oggi va così: ho voglia di vomitare. Che poi, voglio dire, vomitare non rende bene l’idea dello smottamento di detriti intestinali che amerei riversare sul piatto delle sostenitrici della cultura al femminile.
Non parlo ovviamente di quelle che fanno contro-cultura… quelle che rompono le ovaie… quelle come me, quanto quelle che fanno delle “pari opportunità a tutti i costi” il proprio vessillo post-femminista.

Parlo soprattutto di quelle che non fanno altro che rompere i coglioni agli altri, assurgendo al ruolo di vittime tout-court del secolare maschilismo nel tentativo di raggiungere obiettivi di uguaglianze. Insomma, di quelle che si lamentano per l’iniqua sorte… e poi continuano a lamentarsi se l’uomo non fa il galantuomo. Dicesi galantuomo, l’uomo che ama mettere la donna a proprio agio, pagare il conto al ristorante, pagare le spesucce … che ama pagare le puttane. Dicesi puttana, la donna che incassa. Incassa e tace.

Sono sempre stata convinta che la cultura avesse, in sé, un’anima progressista che, col passare del tempo, tendesse a miglioramenti incrementali. Poi, invece, succede qualcosa di imprevisto che ci riporta indietro nel tempo e ci fa esclamare un educato: cazzo, no!!!

E d’altronde cos’altro si può dire davanti alla nuova sit-com denominata filosoficamente “Le secretaries of the sixth?!

television, you know, is a large distributor of shit, but we do what we did to deserve this take-cultural way? I mean, with all professions there are fucking around so dust off the secretaries?

I know, I know, apparently there is nothing wrong with talking about a pool of Oscar hysteria that make a fight to show off in front of the boss, but I think we deserve examples of the evolution of another type.

What irritates me is not the show per se, but the reaction from women, or its total absence. Not a voice is raised. Nothing!

Populism and the good things of a After invading, no escape, every sphere of life and feeling. We all feel this pampered by doing good, from this seasoned pietism "right useless." A no or, in fact, it never occurred to the right to refuse? We are so stuffed by the will, and will at all costs, that there glosses over the thought that we should learn to say "no". What we are afraid ... of missing a train that could take someone else?

I take it, indeed, with the producers of this junk culture, but especially with these actresses that lend themselves uncritically. I take it with those who will look at this shit, with those who say "cute" ... con chi non opporrà resistenza.

La televisione italiana è ancora ammorbata da stereotipi, è omologazione pura, è irrealtà spacciata per ambizione per le nuove generazioni.
Dopo i “medici in famiglia”, le tettone, le puttane da salotto, i fascinosi magnacci, le commesse dei negozi… oggi ci toccano anche le segretarie.

Resto basita.

Ditemi adesso che la Carfagna (questo è il suo compito) sta vigilando sulle pari-opportunità e sull’abbattimento degli elementi che rendono perpetua la segregazione occupazionale. Qualcuno me lo dica, vi prego!

E d’altronde cosa ci si può aspettare da una che fine a ieri bazzicava negli armadietti Teamsters. The rider continues to insult us and you, of course, is silent ... as the most skillful whores.

It takes so, but I'm really there.

I'm not. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

Good Sunday!

Ps: If you are wondering what has to do with Rita Levi Montalcini Codest creatures, not scervellatevi (dowry little used) I can tell you: nothing. Absolutely nothing!

Amanda.

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my return to this page because, however hard I try, the political junk of recent months has started to make me being the urticaria. God only knows how much I tried not to look, not to hear ... but, alas, every attempt has failed miserably.
We know that in all the dwarf in the throes of a fatal syndrome of omnipotence - and a simultaneous helplessness syndrome - began to raise its voice: the only big thing that remained after the meatball greyish hopefully soon turned into a metastasis Cavalcante.

People always ask me if I read have never suffered such abuse in youth, many of them so sour towards women.
These characters (men or women who are) I can simply say that - given that the number the fool is on the rise, while the intelligence has remained constant - I claim the right to talk about something current greatly.

we all know that women are whores, that was known thousands of years ... the point is that for some time now started to mystify some content is actually infect the air of men with strange concepts like " legs could be more than "the uterus is mine and manage it" and so on.

Even more recently, have been sighted strange creature first seen only in some shabby cabinet or some horny mechanic in the cockpit some unrepentant truck driver.

The thesis of "X-Men" suggests that, from time to time, the evolution of the species makes the extraordinary leaps forward ... and so it was that gave birth to the Minister of Equal Opportunities. We do not know where sbuchino, how much effort they made to win the coveted chair. Yes, ok, scurry from morning to night and make big smiles, showing all sides available, including the esophageal tube, deserves at least one ministry. Ok ok, the child has graduated ... more or less the same shortcuts Gelmini. Italy is also this, but we we did to deserve such a fool? When

coming to talk about "This" creature, I always feel singled out as the usual left-wing whore ... and it perplexes me why, in fact, certain things may be valid, not taking a political position, as by simply analyzing the facts.

The quarrel between Mr. B and the masculine in a skirt left me indifferent, that if the giving of holy right ... well of course are paid handsomely for this, not! What I
harm and, instead, note the complete absence of a presence that should ensure, at least on paper, compared to the paristronze. In short, the Bindi is a process not a secret even for Luisa that starts early, ends early, and usually does not pull the toilet. Nor is it a secret that your Prime Minister put the heels of 20 cm and raised a forest of viagra false and face directly into a vein. I mean, his cock will be well ... when he can have it.

The point, to return to bomb, is that the doe-faced lady from cow's soul (the photo spread in the ether I have not taken mica I) do not be surprised at all that the role of master their subject: the nothing at all seasoned with a dash of steaming shit.

I do not understand. I still do not understand, but where is this evolution? Is he in the fact that women be restricted to 4-mat of the bed premier, while touch with other club in the cave to return home?

It does not take an ark of science: the woman loved by the premier (the ideal, I mean) is the female who is silent and has less than two trump. Lario? Never heard of her. His first wife? Boh! I do not know, but I imagine that they were paid handsomely for not saying a word. No wonder then that our Ca ... Spain has been overpaid to say shit. She, of course, is concerned only to make laws on stalking garbage. It is said that stalking offense for which the victim is always a woman ... and, incidentally, becomes a victim when you tired to give it to free. God it is helpful! How much care ... and Stakhanovism! In its mint has also created the "pink box" to be installed in cars for women, so, if necessary, can be readily traced and saved by the male beast. Never heard bigger bullshit. Then, of course, as there are attacks of gays (beloved by the right as the shit on croissants for breakfast), she simply sends an email that read: "I'm with you!" That political action, political commitment that! !

Not to mention the female youth gangs ...

You know, the important and not to see. Ok, this is also covered up.

There is no doubt: in Italy all goes to hell. And if we is also the prime minister, it means that the road is the right one.


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Iridology and Nutrition September 26, 2009: Information meeting with me and dr. Lucio Birello

Saturday, September 26, 2009 at 9:30 pm 18.00 at the headquarters of the Organic Farm "Rosemary" on a 68 to Pialoi Marcon - Venice, me as a Naturopath and iridologist-Dr. Lucio Birello, iridology Natural Medicine and an expert of international fame, will hold a meeting -conference entitled "In the eyes the key to proper and adequate food."
The meeting is open to all members of the Free Cultural Association Sown aps ( http://www.seminati.blogspot.com/ ) for 30 € (limited vegetarian lunch included): those who do not participate as a shareholder may also join the association ( € 10.00 = more valid for one year) or by paying index greater than € 5.00 (total € 35.00) .

The day will include:

1. brief introduction outlines the history of iridology;


2. overview of what is now the iridology, with the progress of this science in various campi e le sue sempre più numerose applicazioni;


3. un approfondimento del rapporto tra lettura dell'iride e indicazioni alimentari e nutrizionistiche che i segni iridei possono indicare;


4. verso le orev 13.00 break con pranzo vegetariano biologico indicativo di una più naturale alimentazione;


5. continuazione dell'approfondimento tra iridologia e alimentazione;


6. lettura di qualche iride sia con eventuali lenti con luce incorporata portate dai partecipanti sia con l'iridoscopio che metterò a disposizione per tale evento.

Qualche notizia sui 2 relatori:

Il dott. Lucio Birello, medico chirurgo diplomato pure in Homeopathy, Herbal Medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine, is part of the Steering Committee of the Association Iridology Italian. It 'teaches Iridology and specialization at the Italian School of Holistic Medicine and with other Italian and European schools and universities and is the author of many works and articles published as well as specialized rivsiste including "Basic Iridology", "of Iridology Deep "and" naturopathic iridology. "

I, Vito Simi de Burgis, graduated in Holistic Naturopathy at the Institute of Holistic Medicine and Ecology at the University of Urbino, specializing in Iridology basic army in Venice and I published the booklet "NutrirsiCome : nutritional recommendations for the elderly.

Iridology examination can take a lot of information and useful information to become more aware in starting to conduct more appropriate, fair, harmonious and balanced lifestyles depending on what is our individual hereditary constitution is due to the inevitable interactions and interference caused by the environment holistically understood.

Through the reading of the iris can better understand our past and current state of health, our predispositions to illness, and changes from the toxins in the form of loads: it is understood that the purpose of this first meeting is to give a initial illustration of possible applications of modern iridology.

For information and registration (deposit = € 10.00 payable upon registration at the Free Ass.ne sown by Wednesday, September 23) on this blog or write me at my email address v.simideburgis @ gmail.com or at the Free Cultural Association Sown associazioneseminati0@gmail.com

So hoping to see you, peace and serenity to all.

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There are days like these - days when you do not want to do shit, except for a feast of gorgeous sea, eggs and peas to the wind in Camco - in which fatigue causes me to dislike this bad habit Italian hives.
Behold, I was just going to scratch in some unmentionable place in front of a lazy cup of coffee when suddenly I hit a juicy article about the Republic of today (July 30, 2009) I raised morale.
This is the title: "Here come the" taxi Pink "the idea that the female divided Beirut." To put it briefly, in the wake of previous experiments, arrive in Beirut taxis rose. Yes, in fact, vehicle-style "Barbie goes to the parade of Barbie" who accept only women and, of course, are led by women.
The Western world had, at the time, applauded the event of "sound and robust equal opportunities, thinking that women should also have their taxi, dressed up like beauty salons on 4 wheels, inside of which being even waxing without the driver could in no way take the opportunity to shave your balls (this is true equality!).
However, the "happy evento” pare, giustamente, non aver sortito la stessa calorosa accoglienza da parte della popolazione locale. Dico “giustamente” perché, certamente, questa non rappresenta alcuna conquista sociale. Le donne islamiche lo sanno, sanno benissimo che la segregazione socio-culturale si è sempre giocata su questa spartizione del tutto in base al sesso… esattamente come succedeva negli USA nel periodo della segregazione dei neri, e dunque perché ripristinare queste secolari spartizioni?

Non v’è risposta, ovviamente. Il mondo islamico si occidentalizza, ma almeno conserva un certo spirito critico rispetto a queste cazzate. Vi dirò, e lo sapete, sono sempre stata contraria a queste innovazioni chiamate Equal opportunities because of support in force here and there we end up creating - as Frank says Caferri, author of the article - a segregation to the opposite: a self created segregation and self directed.
It seems, in fact, that the West should be very popular self-exclusion mildly disguised conquest "feminine." For years, I wonder the meaning of the "quote rosa" and those that bullshit Carfagna is now proposing in the parliament. I know, in the sick mind of many women is the predominant idea and the desire to exclude men and do anything and everything a "deal of women," without taking account of whether più che un “escludere” sia un “escludersi” tout-court dal confronto.
Ci piace pensare di non aver bisogno dell’uomo… fortunatamente, poi, ci accorgiamo che essere lesbiche è tanto caruccio, tanto complice, tanto intimo, ma che, santo iddio, noi di questi uomini proprio ne abbiamo bisogno. E non soltanto fra le gambe!
L’estate arriva. Donne, evolvetevi!!! Fatelo per voi stesse… almeno per voi stesse.

Alla prossima.
Vostra Amanda.

Ps: alla cara amica che mi parla dello stalking, dedicherò un post la volta prossima. Nell’attesa, imparate a fare meno le stronze.

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MY BACK IS BACK


I know, it seemed impossible that I should return (excellent !)... subjunctive and yet here I am. To the delight of the large and large.
I had been absent from the web to experience the joys of self-anonymity to enjoy a period of reflection in the wake dle post then I have not written, or that of mr banana and that old girl of the lake. In truth, it is tardone too, but do not make the abundant surgery today?!
very little, I would say, judging by the results.
'm back with my face in the ass. Omit the fair because of the pork, it seems, it has been said of all the colors on behalf of the mentally retarded girl - tube horror movie actress - Aware of the pedophile tendencies of nonnoimpontente.
No, not worth spending even a word about this nonsense. Woody Allen has always said: it is just fear of dying. And I think that mr. B has developed an insane desire for eternity, equal only to that of M. Jackson, who in the meantime, if you snuck in with an incredible chitichella Moonwalker.
Anyway, this is just the beginning ... but I'm alive. and I intend to stay there.
Long live freedom of expression. My heartfelt thanks to all afcionado who have written me with their valuable comments on the filth of the women today.
Now comes the summer then ...

Vs Amanda

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little can be heroes ...



When I'm depressed I eat or cry ... or both ...
Cicitto When you are depressed and depressed ... just ... I was

reviewing for the umpteenth time "Forrest Gump" with Tom Hanks and I cried for the umpteenth time ... maybe I am a little 'depressed! ....

... And I was thinking of what each of us is a bit 'Forrest Gump, each of us is like a feather carried by the wind, as Forrest would say: "Life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what will happen ".
many of us have experiences that may seem silly, but who are the key to many.
How many little people that solve the common fate of many.
many are limited to transpose what happens to them ... but they are exceptional beings.
It's not just the exception that proves the rule, but the reality that reinforces the rule.

little can be HEROES!
Hero every day when we face our common life, where we have to fight against adverse traffic or office ... or we deal with the difficulties of living together, living as a couple, a report terms of hours and days together, where ever you have to confront with each other, with the needs of your partner ... with all that is different from you.

Sometimes, I wonder whether it is necessary to have the innocence of a child, like Forrest, a bit 'dazed and distant, a bit' crazy ...?

Maybe so!
Maybe you need to live in the moment as if it were a discovery, like a chocolate unwrapped, with the joy and wonder of a child in front of a surprise ... maybe you have to have that slight delay that does not allow us to rationalize ... and finally ... LIVE running on the road of our life, being able to marvel at every sunrise is born, or for any s'infuoca horizon at sunset, every night that is filled with stars, for every misfortune and every blessing ...
The real miracles happen only to eyes of the children ... but we are already grown up, we are now grown men's eyes ... we no longer surprised to see ... maybe we do not know: we have eyes but do not have più l’anima per guardare, non sappiamo più sognare né credere nei nostri sogni.

Eppure basta così poco!!!

In notti come questa, rimango a guardare i miei sogni sono sicuro che li realizzerò…. Ma egualmente sento un senso di vuoto e d’angoscia che mi attanaglia… sento la nostalgia per ciò che deve ancora accadere… sono un Forrest Gump che corre senza una meta cosciente, con il vago desiderio di arrivare… a casa, forse,…dove mi aspetta l’amore della mia vita.
Stiamo rincorrendo l’Amore e magari l’abbiamo accanto… anch’esso con le scarpe da running, pronto a correre verso di noi.

Straparlo, as usual ...
Perhaps it is better to close and go to sleep. So, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.

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fooled in a fairy tale ... We are not mutants




sleepless nights continue ...

I was looking at, again, the film "AI Artificial Intelligence".
... And once again I cried ...

tired My mind was rapidly parallelism
... We're all looking for Pinocchio to become real children. And the more we
gay.

understand Vladimir Luxuria, who wrote a book of stories transgender, as many fairy tales, among the best known, talk about being "different" and the changes that occur in each through a difficult and dangerous, through trials and battles fought in the depths of themselves.
"Cinderella," "Beauty and the Beast," "The Ugly Duckling," "The Little Mermaid" and "Pinocchio" ...
All stories in an attempt to be anything, to find himself, to be accepted for who And you '...

Basically what we seek is someone who loves us for who we are and above all we love our parents ..

How many of us have been removed, disprezzati e negletti, quanti hanno elemosinato di essere accettati, quanti sono stati Negati...

Siamo tanti Pinocchio alla ricerca della Fata Turchina, siamo alla ricerca della Magia che ci trasformi in PERSONE VERE, perché fin ora siamo stati considerati solo dei buffi giocattoli da mettere in mostra in vezzosi programmi televisivi, dei burattini da manovrare con l’illusione che saremmo stati accettati, degli sciocchi da turlupinare per essere derubati dei nostri zecchini.
Siamo tutto, tranne che persone.

… E noi ancora a vivere nella favola e nell’illusione…

Ci danno il sogno di un giorno in cui dimostrare il nostro Orgoglio, per poi farci ripiombare nella crudezza del mondo, the news only when they show the carnival folklore and provocative, and placing us as the specks of fools.
Maybe it's true ... We are mad because we delude ourselves that maybe the story could have a happy ending, that Cinderella can stay next to her prince and that Pinocchio can become a real boy.

But someone else rewrote the story for us and we will stay dirty and evil, we remain of the logs of wood ... we will remain alone to face our disappointments ...


Maybe tonight I'm too pessimistic, maybe a little 'depressed ...
maybe ... But a few weeks I have to leave for Sicily to visit my family, after a year do not see them, but is also 'time I have to go alone, leaving here alone, My Love, because we do not exist as a Pair. In addition, this is not a good time to Cicitto, due to problems at work.
... And I mind that I start with?!
We are two lost souls and sunshine, miles apart, who yearn only to find himself, because only together are complete.

If only my family was more understanding, if not just accept that Pinocchio, but a real son ... How much pain could be avoided ...

But now finish this. I feel exhausted!
It 'better to close with my rant and go to sleep dreaming ... and maybe that is the Story come true and that all end with "Happy End".
I embrace you strong. Yours, Ator.

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...


Another sleepless night ...


I was seeing a movie ... one of many who speak of diversity ': "X-Man."
The clash between the normal and the different between humans and mutants. Well
We are not a mutation but a normal variant of Humanity.
I do not feel different, but NORMAL.

We are not against each other, but united with each other. We
ONE!

course, there qualcuno che pensa che noi possiamo essere una minaccia, che siamo innaturali, che siamo dei mostri che minacciano la loro piccola vita banale.
Ma noi siamo di più.
Siamo la faccia nascosta dei nostri padri, siamo i figli di madri neglette, siamo i fratelli e le sorelle di tutti quelli che vivono in una famiglia.
Noi siamo la FAMIGLIA che ci viene negata, nata da essa e per essa.
Noi siamo ESSERI che anelano all’Amore.
Noi siamo l’AMORE!!!
L’Amore di chi ci ha generati.
L’Amore di coloro che Amiamo.
L’Amore di coloro che ci Amamo.
Noi Siamo!!!
Noi Esistiamo e nulla potrà impedire questo!

Ci accusano di vivere nascosti. But meanwhile there
bound in ghettos.

accuse us of being masks. Meanwhile
put us on their preconceptions of masks.

We're just fragile children of fragile families, who can not accept that we are their fruit. A good fruit and lush that the same fruits of others who are working and working and someone please include, but are not recognized or accepted.
We neglected the children, who say "I love you" in secret and hidden in dark little rooms, but in the light of day are singled out and punished.

We exist and we are many!
But few have the courage to break down all barriers that are imposed to live Normal life that we have the right to live!

And as usual, I got carried away by the force of the emotions and thoughts.
as usual, I shed words.
So that's enough and I go to bed.
A hug. Yours, Ator.

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few days ago I thought of the old courtyard which is overlooked by many windows and lots of balconies, which faces every day countless people, you knew all there was trading news: who was right and who had the illness, those who are married and who died, births and loves. All
shared between the walls of these courtyards

... All this has now changed to "Internet" in the "Social Forum"

... There are people who can be found, which is said or simply stands by and watches from the window ...

Each monitor has become the "Rear Window", the balcony on the world. You
way to tell and to listen, watch or to show off, perhaps leaving the window ajar or leave the light on showing your image like a shadow behind the curtain.
There are people who stays behind to spy on the tax and who voluntarily put on display.

Maybe it's a way too romantic vedere un mezzo freddo come il computer, ma come dicevo è solo un mezzo, la cosa importante è come lo usa.

La mia “Finestra sul Cortile” è sempre aperta: osservo tutto ciò che accade e m’informo sui miei amici, racconto ciò che mi accade, anche le cose più intime e personali. Certo, a volte, sono stanco e mi affaccio solo per guardare in attimo per poi rientrare nella mia quotidianità.
Ma sapere che la finestra è sempre aperta e la porta non è mai chiusa, mi da la tranquillità che non sarò mai solo.

Certo, io non sono mai solo perché con me c’è il Mio Amore, il Mio Cicitto, che completa la mia vita, riempiendola di tutto. Ma non We certainly can not rule the world and we would never.
not ever live a separate life and, for that tell us everything that happens to share it with everyone.

And still resent the voices of children playing and mothers call them for dinner, the kids cackling with motor and fathers who scream back, telling tales that the grandmothers and aunts gossiping about everything and everyone .

Perhaps all too romantic, but tonight I feel sad. It will be for this persistent rain on the skylights, it will be because he is not here tonight Cicitto home with me, simply because you are just beautiful emotions that I want to share with you my "Friends of the court. "

When you put your life at the window, you can be sure there is always someone who will come to share her with you ... and everything returns to "Old cup", in the most humane and beautiful ... The voices that come from homes , the lights that light up at sunset in the kitchens which are the smells of dinner, the buzz of chat before going to sleep, waiting to awaken to the sound of pots with the scent of freshly boiled milk ...

And then, for the time, I greet you and refer you to the next time we will meet and talk with our "windows" and our "balcony", to exchange maybe the latest news and gossip from the latest gossips.
A big hug. You, Sal.

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I'll be back after a period of comings and goings of influences, temperature changes and profound reflections.
What have I done now? Well, I was watching? Watching what? Nothing, absolutely nothing. It is said nothing: everything that happens regularly and that it is not surprising more for its intrinsic banality.
In the midst of all this nothing, in truth, there was something slightly more annihilating ... and want to talk.

In recent weeks in which the world was focused on the ecological disasters, on earthquakes and contagious sluts of Mexican origin, I stayed in my villa in the mountains to see the world through the window ... and the TV. Nothing new under the sun, of course. Except for the last own goal in chronological order signed Mediaset. Let me be clear, Mediaset I is not nasty ... I causes only a slight boost in hives and sprinkle the fragrant world of diarrhea ... it will be that since the Smurfs are on the government on such prestigious television makes me want to subscribe to digital terrestrial and once buy a power saw to reduce it into thin slices thin that you can not say no.
I refer of course to eight photos of the ducks.
Ah, do not recognize? Shit, I'd say the opposite. Well, I present them briefly. (From right to left). The first is

Pamela Prati. Chorus girl at the supermarket over the years has been promoted to principal dancer incapable of discernment. In turn, is said to be a transvestite, but I am firmly convinced that it is only one, which is simply given a burqa ... and a subscription to a school dance. Who knows, maybe with a little 'good practice can not dance alone instead of being moved from one place to another stage by a squadron of forced dancers.

The second is our Valeriona. In the picture is not easily recognized because the disguise palmiped and certainly the next to give birth to a half kilos of foie gras. Unlike the first, that at least tries, she does not even know the meaning of the word "dance" ... and yes in the last twenty years a host of experienced teachers are given a lot to be done to make her understand that an account is Another dance is the flirtatious fluttering in front of the cameras. Okay and here you could write a treatise ...

The third is the well-known Nina Moric. Graduated to the role of sucker subscribed silicon greatly loves the art of camouflage. Then it takes little ... ed'altronde where it could hide a total failure if not in the middle unable to so many? But she can not do anything. Nothing is said, everything a good wife does it for love, but someone else does for that money to unusual altitudes.

Then there's Angela Melillo. Winner of reality do not know which stands out from the crowd for that its ability to produce expressions of childish cunning little girl. And some still believe.

As you are noticing, but they go down the list the curriculum of each of these begins to shorten. Was followed by the remaining four, among them being a former Miss Italy winning the competition for its amazing resemblance to Sophia Loren. It is enough. Champion of spelling and syntactical gaffes, has taken refuge role in her most congenial to the shoulder to shoulder Bagaglino comedians. The last three are unknown.


You probably wonder why this brief review. We believe the word. Also I have asked my the same question. In short, why make a program with eight women (ah that euphemism!)? What will the authors wanted to communicate? What message have wanted to give these eight men to the people stupid, and even more than women?
Perhaps the authors wanted to insinuate that will have to make a real show girl today - with the logic of patchwork - it takes at least eight ... and this is to try to hide the overall level of incompetence inherent in each of them. The geese have decided that instead of joyous parade in this brothel television (dear Carfagna, the whores are not just for the streets) but have wanted to communicate - to us mere mortals women - today the successful model of a woman is what they promote with their image: a woman who does not need to be but only to appear.

Mind you, there is nothing moralistic about this statement. What really irritates me is the fact that the foot in the grave of the cultural status quo is still so firmly stopped. Ok, yes, maybe it's the usual brought her feminist ... but of course I'm really tired of not seeing me around women with added value.

The beauty, real or alleged to be, overwhelmed everything. But beauty really enough? I have always wondered this myself. In fact I miss the sense of this race. Where are you getting at? Most of these pseudo variety of dance art is neither a husband nor age-age birth. They are returnable bottles. They might need money?

may simply exist ... and to have some hope that even at fifty you may still be handsome. You know, old chicken makes good soup, but here are indeed talking about ducks ... and then the analogy is lost.

Fortunately, the program was a flop and someone is already planning to cancel it, and I trembling more than ever I hope the message comes loud and clear these tardone ... like the bullet in the head that placing willingly among the eight brain empty.

Today I turn it ... because I fortunately I still have the menstrual period.

Hasta Lueg

Amanda

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WOMAN AT WORK ... OR THE EFFORTS OF WOMEN'S EMANCIPATION

I own I broke the ovaries. Yes, I can no longer hear them babble. Women, I mean.
For some time now, almost all the women began to feel overcome by deifying a flame, so that everything that is said against them takes on yet another attack on the sacredness del proprio status di “intoccabili”.
Oltre a sentirci divine, noi amiamo anche percepirci come il centro del mondo: un mix letale tra wonder woman, la casalinga, l’amica e la madre perfetta. A noi questo ruolo piace… e ci piace soprattutto perché così abbiamo una buona scusa per rompere i coglioni per le vie del mondo. Sai che caciara!!!
Ecco, credo che sia proprio questa nostra attitudine a lagnarci che ci abbia portato a considerare ogni cosa troppo stretta e, per converso, a desiderare un mondo che non esiste nemmeno nelle favole. Infatti, quando ci proiettiamo in una fiaba – una qualsiasi, ovviamente - prediligiamo sempre il ruolo della piccola fiammiferaia oppure quello della principessa di turno o, anche meglio quello della sfigata che alla fine trionfa, tralasciando distrattamente tutto quel variopinto paesaggio umano costellato di streghe simili a mogli, sorellastre molto simili a colleghe d’ufficio… e ippopotami col tutù del tutto identiche a quelle immagini che riflettono lo stato di avanzamento-cellulite del nostro corpo.

Una delle lagne create ad hoc nel corso dei secoli è quella che riguarda il fatto che non ci venga mai data l’opportunità di dimostrare quanto siamo realmente cretine. L’uomo, dal canto suo, nel suo continuo ostacolarci ha cominciato a vestire il ruolo dell’alibi perfetto. Per fortuna nostra.

Nei giorni scorsi, il ministro Brunetta durante il convegno denominato Women at work, ha detto qualcosa di assolutamente vero, ma che nessuna donna – nemmeno la più autocritica – si sarebbe mai lasciata scappare dalla bocca, e cioè che la femminilizzazione dei lavori e delle professioni che scegliamo è una tomba che ci scaviamo da sole… e come siamo brave a farlo!
Su quel letamaio infiocchettato di rosa dette Pari opportunità si è infatti costruito tutto il nostro modo di vedere il lavoro oggi, ovvero una doverosa pausa remunerata maldestramente lasciata cadere tra i bambini che vanno lasciati a scuola, fare la spesa, andare a fare shopping, andare in palestra, dissipare lo stipendio proprio e del marito, cucinare preziosi manicaretti per la famiglia, lavare le mutande del nostro life partner.

God how long is the life! How exhausting it ... Yes, must be just a hard-baked frittata, but certainly it's easy to turn them over to art ... especially when there is half of the said status.

untouchable status of the image is in fact the collective that makes us look for a victim to the bitter end - we say - purpose-built by the skilled hands of men for the sole purpose of abusing. Shit, I had forgotten that fact, the hairdresser, waxing, gym, shopping, high heels were the most brilliant invention of men. In short, it seems that the woman has never been free to create and be itself. It is always the man who forces us this and we feel it on our skin. Day after day.

We women, you know, memories of a past which we were slaves not to make a cock while our husbands went to war, we began to stomp on the ground to get the "bad" removed. Feminism today is not so much the same places as the actual passing of man. A sort of "super man" - or rather a super woman - who can do anything ... provided that you leave time to do nothing. The important - the crux - for us not to process the claim all claimed. Yes, we want everything. We want work - for example - but at the same time we want to go shopping. We also want to be mothers (our sacred right physiological), but at the same time we would like to work (ie shopping). We want to rule the world, but if it requires too much energy and too much time when we go to the hairdresser, beautician's or shopping? We want to be emancipated, but it pissed off when a man leaves us to pay the restaurant (well, what happened to the men of the past?) Or does not take us shopping with her credit card. We want to be super, but when someone says "Go!" We reply "yeah, but mica is a robot?"

The point is that we are always on the side of right, as a matter of principle ... In relation to this dogma, everything said is a lack of respect for women. These are exactly the words used by Pollastrini, to which I would ask: "but in what condition a woman can be said to be respected?" I think I've got the only answer that came was: a woman is said to be satisfied if the grants to do what the fuck they like, and when he feels like.
Not so, in fact, that a woman will make you notice that "case" has moved away from the workplace to do the shopping. Very serious trouble, dear friends! In short, a woman has the right to shop ... if not children and husband will eat what? Another galactic

bullshit is that of parental leave. The men of this dry matter certainly do not know that from 2000 (Act 53), there are those blessed "Parental leave", which, however - and I repeat "but" - can be obtained by men only if the woman is willing to grant the husband. The point is that the woman does not want: motherhood in fact - that we say, in relation to the advantage of enjoying the baby - it's a privilege that no one wants to quit, but then what the fuck were invented for?

Then there is a question which I would that some readers / ice answer, but because when the equality between the sexes is supported by a woman emancipation and when, instead, is supported by a macho man? Why equal retirement age is seen as "a language old male" (in the words of Bindi ... certainly more of The Russian male)?

To crown the face of protests females Montecitorio (hopefully endangered ... especially if they are equal to Carfagna, but alas, that have both trimmed even matter!) There have been those of Lussier Carolina League, which is supporter of the "mal comune mezzo gaudio” con frasi del tipo : “ prendere un caffè o leggere il giornale sportivo non è un modo di assentarsi dal lavoro?” Certo cara la mia mentecatta, lo è… eccome, esattamente come leggersi Marie Claire e fare gossip al bagno delle ragazze. La stessa poi conclude con: “se pure fosse vero… fare la spesa non è assenteismo ozioso, come quello degli uomini.”

Dopo una battuta del genere a “questa” mi verrebbe voglia di seppellirla viva. Cazzo, come non averci pensato io stessa?! È un’argomentazione che non fa una piega. Da oggi in poi, infatti, consiglio a tutti indistintamente time off work to make the gym, or anything else that does not lead to idleness. In short, the important thing is not to be lazy. Brilliant, is not it?!

After this triumph of women's bullshit, I hope that this outline of Brunetta not cool to do that one neuron "pink schedule Max" to Mara Carfagna century.

All other wonder that women have yet to learn to cook two eggs, stretch a towel and put on makeup as they should, launch a laconic: but go to hell!

Amanda

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March 9 FOREVER

Ci sono anni molto strani, anni in cui il tempo sembra non passare mai. Ecco, io quest anno mi sono ritrovata questa spiacevole sensazione nelle tasche della più amara consapevolezza (Dio come sono alta,oggi! ndr.)

Quest’anno, infatti, diversamente dall’anno scorso – o del tutto uguale a l’anno scorso – mi sono trovata di nuovo a contare i centesimi dell’indifferenza… e, badate, non parlo di quella degli uomini; a quella, ormai ci siamo abituate. Mi riferisco infatti a quella delle donne verso le altre pari-stronze.

Che dire? Anche a questa, ahimé, ci siamo abituate, ma io pensavo che almeno per un giorno all’anno potessimo mettere da parte le nostre abituali competitiveness in favor of an argument that the status of our women "liberated" imposes. But what happened? Nothing, nothing, nicht, rien, nada de nada.

year, also in conjunction with the promotion of my book, I went to Milan. The day was unusually warm and pleasant, the women in the streets (like every day of the year) were very many, but for some reason went to all their cocks (God as they are low now!). Yes, ok, almost all held in the hand or on the lapel of his coat a sprig of mimosa, but what the fuck to do with International Women's Day? (I'm starting to scrape the ground dell'incazzatura) is not that to buy a mangy bunches of mimosa you wait for the March 8, eh?! Those who are just waiting for the March 8 men. Ensure that they never forget this festival, it was only to be expected everywhere with a sprig of acacia that to launch yet another attack on our self-esteem, presenting you with courtesy and a little foaming at the mouth to treat us like princesses. Once a year, in fact, the more sensitive they wake up one quarter of an hour before the raid the nearest bed, and then ventured into the kitchen doing unspeakable maialata clumsily disguised as "nouvelle cuisine of the fool" who then decorate a unlikely tray.

The less sensitive but are waiting for us on public transport with the same branch and the same drivel, but with something extra: a special invitation to dinner at a luxurious restaurant ... of course we declined in favor of the classic college prank among women we will shut up in some kind of local amenities to give head to the infamous stripper turn stuffed up to the ends of Viagra.
I shall not here to blame or not to make moral ed'altronde ... if your husbands were chosen on a basis other than physical ones, it is perfectly natural to look for a straw to suck at least once a year. So never mind.

What really struck me – ma a questo anch’io dovrei esserci abituata – è stata la totale assenza di voci. Milano era sì piena, ma di stronzette protese a spendere la paghetta del marito o la misera busta paga (invisibilmente decurtata di un buon 15 % rispetto agli uomini) nei negozi del centro. Per fortuna che il sindaco di Milano è una donna… perché altrimenti al posto dei musei aperti non avremmo avuto neppure quelli, ma solo il classico calcio in culo che tanto ci eccita per 364 giorni l’anno. Sì, dev’essere così, a noi la nostra condizione piace… ci piace davvero tanto. Ci piacciono le gentilezze, gli uomini che ci aprono la porta, che ci fanno regalini ogni due-per-tre, che ci mantengono. E se, santo god, every now and give us some therapeutic slap, what's the problem? So why change this status quo? If things really do not like, there armory at all points and we add to our confidence to tell. But that distracted - sorry - I had totally forgotten that we are only able to say very big bullshit.

The March 8, 2009 I think that will be remembered for the shit of our dear Carfagna proud that suit tells us that now there is a law on stalking (watch the girls also applies to you), but especially for the mega minchiatona Cosmic dell'ANML President (National Association of maimed and disabled workers) Marco Fabio Sartori on the occasion of the happy event that launched the project of tune notes.
The move was made to spin on the deplorable fate of women who die at work. The news will tell you, took me by surprise, perhaps because I can still hear the screams of those poor wretches of Tyssen or all of those beautiful boys that if they are on the scaffolding to do jobs that we label as "work to be male ... (but were not looking for equal opportunities?)
turn up their noses but I am listening ... and we do not rest until I find out that truth in the incidents of women are very inferior to those occurring to men, but that 70% of those who have had an accident was not at work, but on the way to go in the workplace.

Intermezzo spastic
No, forgive me, I did not understand the real issue here ... the accidents happening on the road?? Sorry, but what the fuck-dick-anus-vagina has to do with the deaths on the job?? I did not know that the road all'incuria participate in the employer or were complicit in the absence of fire extinguishers ...

Explanation
Since missing useless studies aimed at demonstrating the discrimination of women, has anyone thought to put the tragic and to raise the question about the mortality of women going to work, whereas men use the teleportation to make the same journey.
The phenomenon was also observed to develop - not without a ruinous outlay from taxpayers - a plan or initiatives to stem the flow. These are some suggestions: 1
- construction of parking areas Rosa, in which every wise worker may rest with the help of experienced massage therapists, hairdressers and beauticians for the holidays. Some stress must be carefully avoided!
2 - developing a new schedule of work that will provide for a reduction in favor of other highly profitable activities such as maybe the lipstick before-during and after meetings, to make a peremptory change of clothes between morning and afternoon then a nap half an hour every half hour to avoid the physiological drop of attention. God forbid we upset the wrinkles make-up!;
3 - a 70% discount on probiotic products based on omega 3, which strengthens the immune system and responses to external stimuli such as overtaking, parking and toll ... All these activities created especially for discriminating against women;
4 - two hours before the release from work, so as to ensure the roads all free to make their events instead of watching the fucking road they face. It is said the road: quell'insignificante something black with a white stripe (continuous or intermittent) on which to do anything but drive.
5 - an edible tampax in dotazione a tutte le lavoratrici, così non dovranno costantemente fermarsi – almeno una volta al mese – in quelle lerce aree di servizio.
6 - una Pink-box con satellitare e salvavita Beghelli per quelle sciuprinate che non sanno cambiare una ruota, ma preferiscono farsi violentare da un rumeno qualsiasi piuttosto che sporcarsi le mani…. Oddio, che distratta, questa l’hanno già inventata. Sigh!!


Morale della favola: le donne, pur di sorpassare gli uomini, vanno anche a lavorare, ma spesso preferiscono non arrivarci.

Benvenuto 9 marzo!!!

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You, all my More ...



As often happens now, my sleepless nights ....

I turned to the TV channels one afternoon after work and here I find you "Philadelphia," the film that most impressed by when it comes to homosexuality and AIDS ... and I could not help but watch and cry ... ...

To think that idiot of "man in white says that condoms do not need it, that" enough faith "to save millions of people with AIDS ...

THAT IF THE TAKE HIM!!

My fear is that with the work I do: nurse, can bring home some infected with this crap and my Cicitto.
If this occurs, do not ever forgive me!

Today it seems that many believe that the great beast is under control.
E 'is the great deception!
has not been beaten! We will never be safe!
single car and a condom ... or monogamy or abstinence are recommended.
But I do not believe in abstinence and monogamy is for the few who have found true love ... to others, only protection is the condom!

never let our guard down!

Amore Mio,
sono ormai sei anni che viviamo insieme e condividiamo tutto, che facciamo l’Amore in modo completo ed assoluto e sono assolutamente sicuro della Nostra Monogamia, sicuramente più di tante coppie eterosessuali, cosiddette normali.
Ma quanti dei nostri amici, quanti dei nostri conoscenti, sono altrettanto monogami ed altrettanto previdenti da usare il preservativo?!

Non voglio andare all’ospedale a trovare malati per amore, non voglio andare a funerali per amore…

Ogni volta che apriamo il nostro cuore ad uno sconosciuto, ci troviamo a fare i conti con la sua vita precedente, con tutti coloro i quali hanno avuto relazione con lui.
Abbiate la consapevolezza you are making a leap into the void, into the hell of unconsciousness.
Have the courage to always ask the other to protect you!
ALWAYS!

Cicitto and I put our trust. ... But first we have found that neither was the bearer of death to another.
I love you too much to think about going to bed with a light heart, not protect him from any danger!

if you love it ... if you Ami,,, take the AIDS test and get to do it too!
in doubt, insecurity of the moment, nell'irruenza of the moment, unconscious ... have a moment of lucidity and use condoms!
And 'the only way that will save you from turning an act of love into an act of death!

are perhaps too involved by watching a movie or work experience, but I am absolutely sure that it is always necessary to watch their backs, especially when you play with love.
Sex can be done anytime, anywhere, but you can not be so reckless to be left exposed and defenseless
... Just a little ... and what little security is called, is called condoms or condom or cap or umbrella or rubber or any ... you want to call!

If you are not permanently connected to someone you are absolutely sure, if you are not absolutely monogamous, if you like to savor the nectar of many flowers ... at least be careful not to suck any poison!
Too many have died for butterflies fluttered about poisonous flowers!

I, for my part, I was lucky to have met a wonderful man, who has not tasted the nectar that my other ... and I had the respect of being absolutely sure you do not have any poison in me to be transmitted.

Six years of living together and full and satisfying sex life! Neither
I never will doubt him, he never will doubt me!

true love is just this: the absolute confidence, but also an absolute determination not to betray fiducia che ci viene riposta!

Ti Amo, Amore Mio, e non ho il ben che minimo desiderio di cercare altrove ciò che ricevo a piene mani da te!!!
Tu sei tutto ciò che io possa desiderare!
Tu, croce e delizia della mia vita!
Tu, essenza dei miei pensieri!
Tu, alito che mi sostiene!
Tu, Tutto il mio Tutto!

Ogni decisione è condivisa, ogni scelta è decisa insieme, dalla lista della spesa agli appuntamenti con i nostri amici.
Siamo un’unica essenza, un’unica persona, un unico pensiero!
Siamo Uno!!!

…Basta sproloquiare. Per il momento, chiudo e Vi saluto e Vi abbraccio. Vostro, Sal.

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REASON 7: LOVE TELLING. NO self-criticism.

March 8 ... A RAPE TRIAL OF AUDIENCE

... and here we are! We have reached 8 March 2009.
Among the many threads made for this memorable date, the one that most involved the Italians (and Italian) in the latter period was the question "Rapes".

Not a day passes that somewhere in Italy do not consume an act so horrible. Here, from this point of view, I am absolutely agree: rape should be condemned without ifs or buts.

said that, I now hasten to point out that today we are witnessing a spectacle of horror. Already very popular in the late '800, around the '40s and '50s had given way to a more staid neo-realism able to outline the facts with measured ostentation, to recur to us under a new guise: the glittering dress sequin intended for special occasions. In short, stupid, and idiots who do not have it.

These days, tam-tam in the wake of recent (alleged) events, there is in fact who is enjoying riding the wave. This is the case of Christine Del Rio, but I'm willing to bet that it is not the only one.

The girl, interviewed by D'Urso, tells of have been segregated and raped for three days. Strange to say the news media has been inserted into the meatloaf with great success ... so, happened to be in the right place at the right time. Toh, but that looks delicious coincidence?!
Let us pause a moment and try to think about it.

I have often wondered "if" and "when" we can talk about rape. I know, this question does not arise at all linear, but we must try to understand things and this mainly because, for one thing, one thing is clear: when it comes to rape the woman has to say. In short, everything depends on the perception of women ... all depends on how we rework the that probably was the fuck of the century, or the most boring waste of time. The question


rapes hover more or less a series of stereotypes, both fixed and granite so as not to allow an objective perspective.


The first is that the nature of the victims. Here, according to this scheme, the woman is always the victim and the man is always the perpetrator. And this pattern repeats itself as a perfect machine in each situation as a photocopy is not dissimilar from the original, no one put at least a reasonable doubt about the whole thing. As a result of this, it is clear that only a woman has to "lose" and that is just the man a “guadagnarci”. L’icona della vittima, ne converrete, ha poi un certo fascino: ispira quasi tenerezza e senso di protezione. Sarà per questo motivo che ci diciamo disgustate da questa pratica e immaginiamo acriticamente che se qualcosa è avvenuto è solo colpa dell’uomo, dei suoi bassi istinti e non già della qualità delle nostre mete. Noi donne sappiamo – e qui che gli uomini falliscono – che se è vero che l’uomo è cacciatore per indole, la donna è sicuramente puttana, perché sicuramente la voglia di figa del maschio e direttamente proporzionale alla voglia di cazzo delle femmine. Apriti cielo!!!

Sia chiaro qui non si tratta di far pendere l’ago della balance to one side or the other, but some claim that all men are violent and all women are victims, amounts to an error not entirely dissimilar to what we could do if we assumed the opposite.

The second stereotype - widely abused in Christian cultures - is one in which the woman think of sex as a mere instrument reproduction ... which is exactly how a false claim that men think about their pea piss. According to this model iconography, the woman - once you put children into the world - in a sense restored the ancient splendor of a virgin time, sublimating all his human desires into beautiful homemade cakes delicious products for your home or crochet. To say that the realization of women along the line of sewing threads Cantoni Coats and the pound of flour and organic eggs, while the men - not having produced anything personally significant, if not a bunch of tadpoles crazy - continue undeterred to seek an empty container to be filled every two to three. Other

stereotype instead invests the set of justifications. In fact, if a woman's mind to man "right" to be put pregnant man does not commit any crime, while the man who has nothing to give except a healthy and gorgeous fuck has 99% chance of being denounced as a rapist. In principle, man is certainly rapist if he has the bank account is empty or if it has a television program in which the presenter to make them. Since in Italy we are fanatical statistics, we try to make room on the type of mind-rapist type. I would say that without being there to do large studies, it is usually an extra / Italian and still nothing of a lieutenant. If adequate compensation there should be a man, she certainly would not have to complain about. I mean, who spit in the hand that feeds? How many women have gone out of bed as many men for their own interests? Do not lie about this ... you have fair play not to, is not credible. No really!
Prostitution il darsi a cottimo per raggiungere uno scopo, sconvolge solo i pii custodi della morale più oscena, o quei gretti puritani che preferiscono risolvere questo tipo di questioni in casa propria. Strano a dirsi, infatti, nessuno/a ammette di aver colto l’occasione d’oro e di essere arrivato/a solo in base alla proprio talento. Il talento, per quel che riguarda la mia personale prospettiva, oggi è cosa assai trascurabile… altrimenti non si capirebbe il proliferare di personaggi ameni che vantano zeri prima e dopo la virgola.

L’ultimo stereotipo è invece quello tipicamente femminile che riguarda il concetto di opportunità, ovvero del perché una donna si ritenga legittimata a denunciare l’atto come stupro. Al di là di tutte le possibili motivazioni, va precisato che – come in tutte le cose - è sempre la donna che decide. È la donna che decide “se” e “perché” si sia trattato di stupro, e l’onere della prova del contrario ricade sempre sul maschio. Il punto è , infatti, non tanto che la donna provi davanti ad un tribunale che sia trattato di uno stupro, quanto che l’uomo abbia le prove che non si sia trattato di questo.
La donna dal canto suo può infatti sfoderare un immaginario incredibile pari solo a quello di Tinto Brass. Stando così le cose, per esempio, potrei tranquillamente costruire la scena di uno stupro senza aver minimante esserne stata vittima… tanto i copioni sono tutti uguali. Nel volete una prova? Eccola!!!
Lei arriva al commissariato di polizia dopo essersi iniettata gli occhi con il profumato olezzo di una generosa cipolla bionda. Poi, fingendo, un opportuno singhiozzo, dirà alla psicologa del cazzo di essere stata abusata nel seguente modo: dopo aver accettato il passaggio da uno sconosciuto apparentemente gentile, è stata condotta in un boschetto e lì – senza alcuna possibilità di sorta – a dovuto subire violenza. L’en-plein viene realizzato con l’esibizione di una generosa macchia di sperma sulla mutandine o sul luogo delle presunte sevizie. E vissero tutti felici e contenti.


Ne sono certe, tutte/i coloro che credono ciecamente stereotypes in the above-stated, I speak for a woman cynical and insensitive. And besides that I know of the rape? I've never tried it personally?
Perhaps you might not, but one thing is certain: in recent years we have learned strangely bizarre behavior, first of all what makes us cry in front of a movie, because it seems in its emotional potential, but at the same time that separates us assumption that reality can be distorted. In short, it is entirely legitimate for a person recites in a movie, but it is ironic that the same can do it in reality ... and this is because the demand is spontaneous is: why would or should have? Why lie? There is an interesting yellow

Agatha Christie published under the title of "The ABC Murders" which in my opinion fully reflect the quality of my doubts. I'll summarize briefly: A mysterious serial killer is attracted to the idea of \u200b\u200bkilling his victims in the alphabetical order, by connecting the initials of the victims to the place of the murder, for which the first victim is named Alice Asher and is killed in Andover etc.. Apparently the victims are not connected to each other if not by the logic of the assassin. Upon reaching the fourth murder, that of the letter D, the mystery is cleverly revealed by Poirot: in fact, the murderess is not interested in all the victims, but only to those whose initials with the letter C. What happens in reality? The murderess to mislead the police, a murder among others, so that the motive is not due to perverse mentality of a madman.
Where, in fact, you can hide a personal motivation if not in the middle of a group of apparently similar reasons? So where can camouflage a false rape if not in the midst of other rapes? It takes very little, you know, to pass a fuck rape story ... it all depends on who makes it, and the narrative similarities with those of a real rape. And besides, who could prove otherwise? The answer is: none. No one could counter.

Caution I'm not saying that all rapes are simulated, but it is also true that there are people who are wallowing in this situation largely characterized by illogical scaremongering. And in fact, at this period of "alarm rapes, rapes that seem to increase as one would expect that as a result of an institutional hypercontrol these tend to decrease. It is not reasonable to expect that if a thief knew that in a certain house there is an alarm, or implicitly discouraged to take a theft?

and then try to square the circle. Why Miss Del Rio is to tell your story? Why should he do so, because its now, why us? Does she want to denounce the (alleged) harasser? He wants to maybe be the bearer of a problem? No, none of this, what do we know ed'altronde. For us his story could have been invented ... neither more nor less than the tale of Pretty woman, we like to think that it may be likely that one day ... can happen to the same thing. From prostitutes to princesses. The dream of all. But alas
likely never means true ... just about plausible.

One thing however is absolutely true: Miss del Rio has earned a crack in the crowded world of idiots ready to do anything ... and if you're lucky pay someone to cut the inaugural ribbon at the opening of a local supermarket.

So, cheers to the male strippers, equal opportunities and acacia! The mimosas were extinct at the beginning of the century.

Hurrah women! Take good and not bad if I join you.

Amanda

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REASON 6: OUR ineptitude and '

do not even know to prepare a suitcase.

The Strange Case of Nikita.

Our grandmothers would not be proud of us. Not really. Adele
My grandmother, she used to repeat that a true lady - not a whore like so many - we see three things: 1-
by how it behaves in the restaurant;
2-by the way he dresses;
3-by how to prepare for the luggage for the holidays.

In nearly a century of acrobatic feminists, many of us say some of the "quality" achieved in some areas of life. Thus, for example, with regard to the conduct of "restaurant" Copernican revolutions we have seen, such that we have gone from "inappropriate" situations in which he paid the bill of making us feel Merdin a "convenient" situations in which he continues to pay the bill making us feel inferior. Yes, I know, has not changed much, but at least we have not reduced to poverty. With what they cost the restaurants today ... We have also learned that it makes no sense to raise issues of principle, especially when there are half of the money. Our, is well known, we want to squander freely in boutiques rather than donate them to the refuge of the fool unable even to prepare two fried eggs. The result of the whole cultural operation has only one name kept. I know, everything seems degrading, but we like ... and we like even more especially if, for once, we can pretend (very respectable in all) to clothe itself in the culinary expertise, ordering the most expensive dishes on the menu.

There is also the question of dress. Fashion - we see it all - has evolved from great ladies to hookers à la page ... thanks to a bevy of stylists who have accustomed us to feel sensual just uncomfortable on board took off from mileage heel of inguinal micro-skirts at risk extinction of the topa retriever necklines proof of pneumonia-every-two-for-three.
For this reason, from this point of view, our nobility and our femininity has kicked the bucket well in advance of the rest, showing a certain attitude to failure routine activities of women's prerogative.
If it is true that the tight corsets 800 more natural movements prevented us - forcing us to statuesque postures-style "ornaments of Capodimonte" - is that now we love to try new and increasingly challenging combination of yoga walking. Not at all, I would say that we are open to new hermeneutic perspectives on the meaning of suffering, hallux valgus, intestinal congestion and gait eyed ... very unprofessional if not poorly lit sidewalks of our cities. Again, one must admit that even the concept of "real lady" has been betrayed in favor of a more prosaic term "lure unwitting." Maybe.

And here the question of suitcases. The women in this matter are becoming part of the dumb, or greatly pretending not to know, not to see ... not have the strength to lift them. The men, some ways more practical, but the pulse of the question, because usually they are the ones to take them and move them from place to place but not without a small amount of curiosity expressed variously in the classic, but fuck that thou hast put in?
This phrase has not changed in centuries. At one time, in fact, the male porter - married and single - they used to use less colorful expressions, like "Gosh, but what the fuck you have brought with his lordship?"
I know, men have never been creative, what does ed'altronde creativity with the amount of rags love to wear everywhere?
The problem, in truth, it correlates well with our self-esteem, taken to the heel of the stilts on which we can no longer go down. What really disturbs us and exposes us to the crisis of hysteria is often the case, even remotely, you do not have the right dress for every occasion. Usually, in fact, close to the holidays - no matter how pleasant resort – cominciamo a fare una lista di possibili eventi non pianificabili in cui potremmo imbatterci. Quella che segue è la lista-minima approvata dal Comitato per la salvaguardia dell’autostima delle cerebrolese del terzo millennio:
- incontro spirituale col Dalai Lama
- incontro intimo con Rocco Siffredi
- incontro spazio-temporale con la nostra compagna delle scuole elementari
- incontro annichilente con la nostra portinaia
- incontro “8 marzo” con Mara Carfagna
- incontro lesbico con Maria De Filippi
- incontro efficiente con il ministro Brunetta
- incontro salottiero con Bruno Vespa
- incontro glamour con Anna Wintour
- incontro filosofico con Immanuel Kant
- incontro a sorpresa con Osama Bin Laden
- incontro mistico con Bernardette
- incontro culinario con Antonella Clerici
- incontro religioso con Suor Germana
- incontro scassaminchia con Alda Deusanio
- incontro preveggente con Solange
- incontro deprimente con Gisele Bundchen
- incontro molto deprimente con Gisele in compagnia di Elle Mc Pherson
- incontro deprimentissimo con le prime due sul set del Calendario Pirelli
- incontro infantile con Cristina d’Avena
- incontro molto infantile con Cristina d’Avena ed Elisabetta Viviani
- Meeting with Donald Trumph
profitable - very profitable meeting with Donald in the company of Bill Gates
- meeting lucrative (to the limit of the blow ass) with Donald, Bill and the Sultan of Brunei
- loser meeting with the top three in the company of Bundchen and McPherson

I hope I did not forget anything. Ah yes, the beauty case. Now there is everything.
Well, you understand very well, we can not be found unprepared ... no sir. And then, what would they think if the airlines to check-in with a pair of Bermuda shorts, a top and a tampax? Okay practical sense, but the miracle we are not yet ready.
However, although our degree of accuracy in these cases touches the painstaking skill, there have been cases of inexcusable incompetence. This is the case of Nikita.

His name, for the most unknown, we reported a few weeks ago, namely on 23 February. Nikita, happily married woman with a big property developer specializing in the "Fast and furious," had recently learned to his great pleasure that, after years of constant prayer, Gabriel - her husband - decided to give her the journey of his dreams: a long stay all-inclusive in that of King Bibble, the beautiful remote islands in French Polynesia. After the first
entrancing certificate of gratitude for this unexpected Gifts, Nikita realized early on that he was taking a growing unease over his noble mind. I mean, who would leave her pearls of kids? How many suitcases would have to buy? But most importantly, what should have been put in it?
the first question answered right away, assuming a punitive expedition in the mother's house where we would have ensured the successful stay of the children.
To the second question, however, the nodes began to come home to roost. In short, in some places you go once in a lifetime. And then, who knows what would have happened to meet personaggioni, who knows how many parties would be invited? Who knows how many suitors ... who knows what all. Fortunately
who had downloaded the list for so long a part of the panic quickly vanished in the truck of luggage that were delivered the next day at his home address.
After repeatedly checking the check-list of needs for the trip, Nikita sank again in a drift of thoughts aberrant including classic and if I forget something? "God forbid," he repeated to himself. He knew that if he had forgotten something if you would be forgiven, without considering that the holiday would have been affected.

the night of Feb. 22, after several attempts to fall asleep, our heroine fell into a sleep actually contaminated nightmare with open eyes ... first of all suddenly saw what the "disturbed" in its magnificent holiday attendance not covered by the "minimum list". In short, if he came to visit her and George Clooney or Brad Pitt? And why not the mayor of Rome, or in the company of Mrs. B Mr. B? And then there was always the unknown
Paris Hilton ... The next morning, while he was preoccupied by the final preparations and everything seemed to turn neurotic conclusion, the fate gave her a wonderful opportunity to finally put to bed the anxieties of the last hour : the unexpected visit of the only person not covered in the list. His landlord. When he opened the door, making way through the columns of luggage already Nicely and ready for travel abroad, he faced just Mr. Santini - grandson of the famous New York magician.
- "Hello, Madame Nikita," he mumbled softly with his elbow leaning on the door "we are starting, eh?"
She stared at him long, looking with the mind an adequate response to what seemed a subtle plug for his ass. Then he began: "No, I'm tired of closets ... you know, weigh too much and do not fit in the trunk of the car! Ah ah ah ... "He
, back, laughed heartily, emphasizing a magnificent 18-carat gold dental prosthesis with diamantino applied to the right canine. Then, satisfying the humor of that girl from the uterine relativistic hairstyle, said: "I can give you a hand ..."
- "Come to the point Mr. Santini, I'm in a hurry ... get me the styling and the universe is crumbling before our eyes ... "
- Come, come ... but as the landlord and she even gives him a drink and a taste of good conversation on the Principles of the method for learning the Latin language? suggested settling on the only available chair, crossing her legs in full cowboy style of the Langhe in the throes of wild sexual urges.
- "Listen, Mr. Santini pointed out, trying to contain the first signs of psychosomatic killer instinct "I have to do ... and certainly not the right time to discourse on César Chesneau Dumarsais ... plus, the debate is incomplete without taking into account the contributions clearly marked in the Treaty sull'allegoria epistemological, it attempts to construct a philosophical theory on the imagery ... "
-" You take me by the throat ... but I know that I could talk for hours and hours? Weeks would say, "
Nikita did not answer, looked at his watch, adjusted his hair ... he looked at the broken fingernail, and an unusual calm, spoke out in this way:" Mr. Santini, Giovanni, has convinced me ... I had a conversation so elected by the wedding night. What I bring coffee, tea, Anisette, infusion of hawthorn, karkadé ...? We have everything in the house! Make yourself at home ... ah ah ah ... "
When he returned from the kitchen, Nikita seemed reborn: a source of light across the eyes, her makeup was perfect and the fact his walker had begun to assume a that's sensually provocative. "And then John - er Mr Santini - who do you think of a holiday in Polynesia? We could just stay on your own, you and I just insoles ... to speak of the theories of Wittgenstein on the relativity of language ... "
-" Well really "shook" just today, I would have to do ... a meeting of the condominium. Oh but what I like! "
-" But to be ... "he insisted persuasively.
- "I can not. Do not insist I have to go now ... "
-" And I say yes ... and do not accept to be challenged, "and so saying hit him with a rolling pin for pasta and homemade cakes in the middle of the head, causing a wound lacerated and bruised easily curable if not by transplantation of the skull.

That evening, with perfect timing on the roadmap, Nikita and Gabriel showed up at the airport check-in. She dressed Jackie Onassis-style: fularino Hermes, sheath dress in ecru silk shantung with notch neckline and six centimeters of the same color of lipstick. He, however, indulged in a style Yacht 25 meters.
- "Anything to declare?" Asked the hostess.
- "Nothing ... nothing!" He hastened to meet Nikita.
Then suddenly a flash of fear crosses his face. An image of the past was returning to the memory vividly with the same force as a cork exploded from a prestigious bottle of Chateau Lafitte 1959: the laughter of his fellow fat kindergarten when they noticed the trail of gravy that flowed from basket.
- Fuck, no ... the DOMOPACK! He swore uncontrollably in front of the officer who had been following keenly the strange train of red blood type B negative. "
Gabriel stopped suddenly, glanced at the corner of the zig-zag behind him, and calmly, lovingly declared: "you will treasure, you're right ... I feel it in my bones ... I knew you'd forgotten something. I have no words ... the usual inept. All of your mother! "