Wanted – Women Trying To Get Through Shit
A note to our readership on the distaff side: Occam is looking for female volunteers to test his advice on “How Men Get Through Shit” for gender transfer. We’re not sure whether he’s paying for guinea piguettes, or whether wisdom is, in this case, its own reward. However, any self-help program that recommends drinking has GOT to be worth a whirl.
2. Drink. Not constantly, just a well placed outburst here and there to purge the brain. I recommend gin.
JJ? Arwen? Candace? Last Amazon? Lulu? Geisha? I know none of you have ever actually had hard times, but if you know a woman who has, could you let them know?
Gin? That’s just nasty. I’ve always relied on beer or good bourbon, and sometimes good Irish whiskey.
Well, you TELL the man. How’s he to know how Texas women work it out?
Gin? Feh. A Martini is only a Martini if it’s made with vodka – preferably Grey Goose.
Who the hell drinks a gin martini? That’s just uncivilized. I’m talking about that old imperialist standard, the G & T, with a small lime wedge. Falls into the exclusive category of manly drinks containing citrus. Goes straight to the head and if it contains gin of quality, has many health benefits – makes you more attractive and intelligent, has a slimming effect, cures baldness and several minor cancers.
G & T???? Jaysus, Occam, I’m from Texas. In Texas, G & T isn’t even a woman’s drink. It’s so sissified, even underage guzzlers won’t drink it, and they’ll pretty much drink anything, including stupid shit like Hot Damn. So, there’s part of your answer. Texas women get through shit by drinking real drinks like bourbon and branch water.
Another way we get through shit is by not responding to surveys on “How Women Get Through Shit”.
I thought drinking was the way to get INTO shit, or is that the joke here?
Karen, I was going to try to say something cutting in return, but damn it, you’re just too sexy.
Well, shit, I am too, and it never stopped you from saying cutting stuff to ME.
Sorry Balbulican, but as a dyed in the wool hetero (notwithstanding my propensity for consuming drinks not even Texan girls would touch), I’m afraid I’m unaffected by your charms and therefore able to be as mean as I like.
Well, I am too, but if you’re going to be dogmatic about it…fine. And I must say, I never had the urge to dye myself in wool. Sounds damn gay to me.
Occam, you may have just talked me into telling you how I get through shit. It’s been a long damn time since anyone called me sexy.
It’s that Jackie Chan thing you got going, K.