Atypical Neurotic writes:

Atypical Neurotic writes:

Blowhard, Esq. writes:
“Are you going to tell me about it, Junior?”
“About what how dumb I was, d’you mean? Sure, I’ll tell you about it. I forgot for a minute that Miami, like any other city, is a dangerous place. I didn’t take my gun to the store, not even my sap. Not only that, I broke my own rule, and I tried to help someone else instead of looking after my own ass. This straight life we’ve been leading has given me a misplaced sense of security, that’s all. For a moment there, I must’ve thought I was some kind of solid citizen. That’s all.”
“But what happened to you?”
“Two guys in a blue Impala ran over me.”
Susan nodded but looked thoughtful. “I thought it must’ve been something like that.”
I loved this Charles Willeford novel, the first book in the Hoke Mosely series, but didn’t care for the 1990 George Armitage movie, even though it featured some nice Jennifer Jason Leigh nudity. You a fan of either? What did you think?
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Blowhard, Esq. writes:
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Paleo Retiree writes:
My tax dollars helped pay for this piece of feel-good-about-yourself propaganda:
But, hey, maybe this is a message that’s urgently needed … because we all know that, if today’s girls and young women are lacking in anything, it’s self-esteem.
Paleo Retiree writes:
It often seems to me that one of the big diffs between men and women is that many women believe that the world can be made into a safe place — like a big progressive school, with sweet, encouraging teachers and a trustworthily fair, firm-but-kind principal. This conviction/fantasy is baked into the female system so thoroughly that a lot of women feel indignant that the world hasn’t already been transformed into a wonderful progressive school. Most men disagree about this, and on a very deep level. To us, the larger, beyond-high-school, beyond-college world is, at its heart, a jungle or a Wild West. It’s a Darwinian, driven-by-survival (ie., ego, sex, power and money) place. No matter what anyone’s pretentions, no one’s ever really in charge, and there’s no legitimate Higher Power (and especially no fair-minded high school principal type — Ha! to that) to appeal to. Or, if there is a legit Higher Power out there, he/she is extremely unlikely to give our appeals much of a listen. To us, it’s a miracle whenever anything fair occurs, or whenever any degree of safety and calm comes along to be enjoyed.
Blowhard, Esq. writes: