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No need to shop me a redherry pressie (8 July 2009)

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re: For people Bashing Rebecca...get a life. If you want to indulge in nihilism go ahead. Dietary purism and absolutism belongs to people who can not think beyond their narrow existence-ie Republicans. I am sure she generalized...but that is part of thinking and invites debate. I am guessing you want her to talk about however you eat or see your body.

For her to raise the obvious at the start and to bash her for raising it is cutting off any discussion in favor PC BS that the right raises. Believe it or not she is trying to encourage debate...not stupid reactions or cliches.

To state the obvious...women who obsess about their bodies and become nihilist are not as interesting or complete humans as someone who entertains the possibilities that existence presents to us.

PS. I am much more inclined towards women who enjoy what life has to offer and not nihilist. (sigmund5, response to post, Rebecca Traister, “I do not eat rice cakes and salad,” Salon, July 7 2009)

Sigmund5 is “inclined towards women who enjoy what life has to offer,”

not to the stupid, the obsessive, the indulgent--the out-of-control.

But aren’t those who “entertain” upon “the possibilities that existence presents to us,”

taking in a whole big stupid-dumb lot, too? How can one do as much without looking a little silly, even if you take in but one small portion at a time?

How did being dumb before the infinite, get to seem not so dumb and indulgent?

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re: PATRICK

I really can't believe I am answering you...talk about putting stupid words in my mouth and presenting a redherry you might want to look it up...but then again that would require being familiar with how language works.

I was just hoping to have a chance to talk to you--no need to shop me a redherry pressie!

Why would language want to work, when it go . . . play! Rebecca plays! We play! Fun times, all! Yay!

I'm going to dolop a bit of sincerity on top of my cheerios tomorrow morning. I'm know it will taste good, but I sure hope it doesn't make me fat!

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Sorry I meant to type red herring...You make less sense than I do. I checked out your page..are you really a redneck..not that I don't like rednecks

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I looked at some of you posts...but damn dude. If you think Fox is a shill for Obama or could ever...you are a wingnut and moonbat. Sorry to call names but damn dude once you get around to posting a logical post...

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Wow...I had nutin better to do and I went to your site..making up a lame bog site and shooting your mouth off with a couple of friends......well it doesn't matter. No problem you are incredibly jealous of Rebbeca. No problem with that

Thanks for looking at my posts, sigmund5. I'm flattered. But if i ever catch you looking up my dress--naughty!, naughty!

I like Rebecca. She's great. She wrote an article awhile ago about relationship battles, the sex wars, which was far more sincere and self-aware than it was in any way fun. Since that's the kind of thing you most like, maybe you've already read it. If not, you might want to chase it down. It certainly has stayed in my mind.

Best to you.

Link: "I do not eat rice cakes and salad" (Rebecca Traister)

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