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I Interrupt This Election: Paul Newman Gone

 
My earliest memories are filled with images of Paul Newman playing the "bad boy", more often than not with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Shirtless. Gorgeous. SMOKIN' HOT.

The dichotomy between his movie personas and his real life persona was striking. Married to the same woman for nearly his entire life, Joanne Woodward, he was the opposite of the image most frequently portrayed in the movies, that of the quintessential, charming "bad boy". Maybe that's one of the reasons that women, myself so included, loved that man.

Whatever. He rocked. Seriously engaged with the real world, happily married for  a lifetime, fine actor, activist, and gorgeous to top it all off. Quite a man in the best sense of the word.

R.I.P. Paul Newman, and thanks for all of the fantasies.

On Divorced Men.....

From Sex and the City:

Miranda about her divorced boyfriend :

“I don't wear vintage clothes. I hate flea markets. I don't collect antiques. Is it too much to ask that he not be... I don't know... used? ”

 

Carrie :

“Okay, before this goes any further, just make sure his parts are still under warranty.”

 

Samantha :

“Here's what I think. Round up all the divorced men and keep them in a pound. That way, you get their whole history before you take one home.”

Sex and the City, Season 2,  Shortcomings

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What did you think I meant?

I haven't come out and said this publicly lately, although I did allude to it in a previous post, Ten Things I Know About Men, when I stated that men are obtuse. 

Obtuse........ I apparently vastly understated, so please pardon me while I friggin' clarify. I would not want anyone to go to sleep tonight unenlightened! 

Men are not obtuse, they are damn near deaf, dumb and blind when it comes to women. They must think that we talk in riddles, and therefore we can't be understood. As if. 

*swearing and kicking a box of something* 

So, you might well ask, what set me off? 

I can't really say. I prefer to speak in riddles. After all, that is how some guys seem to like it. That way they have the perfect bloody excuse to say that they don't get what we are talking about. 

Just tell me this. Why do men need almost everything totally freakin' spelled out for them? 

Ten Things I Know About Men

 
I love men. I really do. I love almost everything about them. Almost. And, I have been told, by more than one angry male, that I flirt like I breathe. Okay. I can admit that. It is just flirting, people. It makes life more interesting. 

Along with all that, I have a history of being surrounded by men. From my lovers to my best friends, to my cousins, uncles, brothers, stepsons, and son, men are a huge part of my life.

So, now that you know my qualifications for writing this piece, I'll just move right along. Ahem. 

10 things that I know for sure about men....