tisdag 15 mars 2011

Boobs!

No, it's not something grati...gratut...visual going on here, it's a serious topic, dammit!

Anyway...

Breasts. Love them or loathe them...oh fuck it, we all love them, and if you say otherwise you are a FREAK or a liar!

To be more specific, I'll be looking at looking today, and to be even more specific; I'll be looking at cleavage. In fact, we'll all be looking at cleavage!

Now, cleavage inevitably accentuates and draws attention to the breasts. Everybody knows this. However, that doesn't mean that the female wearing attire that enables this is by default asking for ogling. It's just what happens.

I'd wager that most guys who do sneak a peak at that particular bit of the female physique in some way feels guilty about it. It doesn't have to be that big a deal, just that we're aware that it's something you're generally not supposed to do. If nothing else, it's just slightly impolite to observe a girl's breasts when having a conversation with her.

Problem is, we can't bloody help it! If a woman sports a cleavage, it just draws our attention! There is nothing we can do about it!

Thing is, I don't really think looking at a cleavage is a bad thing, or checking out a hot chick in general. Let's liken it to a book. Let's say you have "The Count of Monte Christo", and the cover is inlaid with precious gemstones. You will end up looking at the cover. The book is excellent in every way, but you still can't help but look at the cover.

Just because you look at the pretty cover it doesn't mean that you appreciate the story any less, it just means that the cover is attractive. So, you look at it.

Of course, you shouldn't be staring slackjawed at her breasts when speaking to her, that's just ridiculous. But there's really nothing wrong with your eyes wandering momentarily to her boobage, because breasts are wonderful things. They are pretty, sexy, smooth and simply appealing, and we all love looking at pretty things, don't pretend otherwise.

So, be considerate, but don't mind sneaking a peak, surreptitiously, because breasts are great!

söndag 13 mars 2011

Dick metal!

Today's topic is dick metal.

What on earth is dick metal? you ask.

It's heavy metal, with a boner, primarily represented by KISS, and perhaps to a lesser degree Whitesnake. Telltale signs are songs entirely about sex, catchy phrases made up of euphemisms for lovemaking, and quite simple lyrics.

What is the problem with KISS, though? Well, they aren't really that great.

See, I went to a concert with them in Stockholm a couple of years ago, and they were quite good. They are brutal, charismatic and have a singer with some genuine talent, but apart from the singer, they are just so mediocre.

Really, Gene Simmons has nothing on some of the truly great bass-players, apart from his tongue, and the other members of the band don't fare much better. Eric Singer has his moments, but he's no Cozy Powell or Ian Paice.

It's basically the singer, Paul Stanley, carrying the whole band, and he is quite excellent. If they just had more than two great songs, they could be great, but they're just pushing the dick metal thing all the way in (pun intended), while Stanley could pull off some of the best hair metal achievements ever.