Oh. dear. So Britain has BBC and the rest of the world have the Catholic church... Well, I suppose Pippa Middleton must be enjoying Jimmy Saville taking over as the most talked-about arse in the English-speaking world...
I don't get it. I. Just. Don't. Get. It. How can there be so many sick pervs out there harbouring sexual feelings for kids? What is wrong with this world?!
Plenty. Clearly.
Now that I don't have laptop and Internet to keep me entertained I depend on obsessive compulsive solitaire playing (current success rate: 3.37%) and TV's freak shows that, while sickening, do have a way of making me feel a lot better about myself.
A while back I saw a documentary about Real Dolls. Those are life-like plastic dolls socially challenged saddos still living with their Mum are buying as their girlfriends. Apparently there's a waitinglist almost as longs as the one for Hermés Birkins. Why? Because they lack the social skills/ maturity/ desire to actually associate with real people and real people's needs they'd be expected to take into consideration in a proper relationship?
But now I've seen a documentary about women quieuing up to buy life-like replicas of babies. They can cost thousands. I saw one woman board a plane to US to bring hers home- as if she was adopting an actual child.
God. Even with all the issues, phobias , mothers and the occasional dysfunction... I'd still rather go for a Real Man.
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