There is a new book coming out called Annees Erotiques (Erotic Years) about French prostitutes and the Nazis they serviced during the occupation. I'll read it if I find it at the library but I'm no big fan of war stories so I'm not going to go out of my way to buy it. It has tons of sex stories, though, and it gives me an excuse to post half naked women.
I wonder if they shaved their heads after the war was over, like they did to those Dutch girls who slept with German soldiers in Band of Brothers. I can't even imagine what it would be like to live through a terrible war like that and what you might do in order to survive. Lying on your back doesn't seem like such a hard way to earn your baguettes and croissants. I bet they smelled, though. Hygiene wasn't what it is now 60 years ago. Plus, nobody was circumsized. Can you say gonorrhea?
Daisy of Love is no Drag Race and I'm not sure that anyone that reads my blog is actually watching this piece of trash VH1 reality show, but Flipit assigned it to me on TVgasm and I was more than happy to do it. It is a treasure trove of whoredom served on a heaping platter of loser drunk douchiosity. In other words, don't even bother watching it because I am here to do that for you and provide plenty of nasty commentary. In my mind, this is why these shows exist; so that I can make fun of them and then cry into my empty wine glass about the sorry state of television and the never ending demand from the public for lowest common denominator fast food entertainment. Read it and weep. But catch a few laughs along the way.
In case you didn't know, I am a total Cute Overload addict. I read the website as often as I can, have the calendar and covet most of the animals they feature. Now I can add a new one to the list- a Loris. Unfortunately our puppy would eat the little guy in two seconds flat and the older dog would scarf up what was left on the carpet. Oh well. I can always get a job at the zoo.
This is the trailer for a new documentary on how the food industry has changed and basically it's an ad for Whole Foods and your local organic farmer's market. I don't know if I'll see it because I'm not sure that I really want to find out where my lettuce and strip steaks come from, or how they're treated. Ignorance is bliss.