A Profile of a Modern American Woman

Via Twitter I came across this charming story of a young woman who whored her way across Europe for the summer. There is an awful lot to say, so let’s begin:

This summer, just two days after my divorce, I left for a 10-week solo trip through Europe, visiting 11 countries and dating in most of them.

Note the use of the term “dating”. As we’ll soon find out, that’s not quite the word she’s looking for.

My ex and I eloped to Hawaii when we were 25. But shortly after we started arguing more, and with more intensity. Despite counseling, neither of us was happy, so I moved back in with my family. That was last winter.

So we’ve established she’s emotionally immature (eloping at 25?), makes rash decisions she’s unable to see through, and quite possibly unable to build a lasting relationship. Counseling? If you need that, the relationship is already doomed.

By summer, I was feeling like myself again, but I was falling for a guy I met on Tinder. Will* was a passionate, outgoing PhD student who wasn’t looking for commitment and who was leaving for a summer internship across the country.

Tinder. Classy.

So at 26, single for the first time in my adult life, I decided to spend the summer traveling.

As more evidence of her emotional immaturity, she deals with her marital failure by going traveling rather than engaging in serious self-reflection over her past choices and where her life is going.

And dating men abroad.

“Dating”.

In mid-June, I landed in Edinburgh and started swiping.

I matched with Nicholas* on Bumble, who was 29 and a pianist.

On my last day, we hiked to the top of Arthur’s Seat, a hill overlooking the city. I asked for his opinion about Will from home…Nicholas said Will sounded like a prolific dater who’s been moving through girls for years — and that I was too sensitive for quick, casual dating. He might be right about Will, but I didn’t agree with his assessment of me; I’ve dated other guys before and since Will, and I haven’t cared about anyone else.

Hang on. You were single for the first time in your adult life when you got divorced in the winter. You met Will in the summer, then you went traveling and met this Nicholas guy first up. Yet you dated other guys before and since Will? Again, her definition of “dating” is probably not the same as everyone else’s.

Will and I had an instant connection; we’d lie on the couch talking for hours and text daily. I couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed like he felt the same way.

But when he left for the summer, I asked if he’d want to keep seeing each other in the fall. He responded: “The fall is a long way away, but I can’t immediately think of a reason I wouldn’t want to hang out again.” Ouch.

I’ll save you some time: he sees you as a fuck-buddy, not girlfriend material. At this point we get a pic of the author – one Elise Linscott, a freelance writer – in a bikini:

Okay, she’s young with a good body. Pretty much just the sort of girl anyone looking for a quick, meaningless shag on Tinder would go for, which explains her success. But anyone who thinks this is all that’s necessary to get a decent man to commit to a relationship is delusional.

I was in the city of Faro in the Algarve Region for one night and not expecting any dates. But on Tinder, a guy named João invited me for a motorcycle ride and coffee by the beach; we had a lot in common, and being with him felt easy.

After sunset, we went back to the city and hung out on the roof of my Airbnb apartment — until we got chased off by my host, who was furious I’d brought a strange man there (oops).

The host probably thought you were a prostitute. I’m being quite serious here. You might want to say a little more than “oops”.

Instead, we drove to his beach house and had sex for hours. (And, I learned that, in Portugal, they call spooning the “shell position.”)

We stayed in bed, playing guitar and singing until 6 A.M.

I was sad to leave João, but I couldn’t stop smiling. Those were the kinds of experiences I was hoping to have, and I thought about how much my life has changed over the past year, for the better.

She’s gone from being married to a long-term boyfriend to being shagged on the beach by random Portuguese blokes who ride motorbikes. Apparently this is change for the better.

I texted Will a picture of the view from my terrace and asked if he knew where I was — he guessed right. He said his internship was busy but good, and that he was enjoying Seattle. No sign that he was thinking about me as much as I was about him.

Which is fortunate for Will, given what you’re up to. Sounds as though he has some sense.

There wasn’t much activity on Bumble, but on Tinder I met Pablo*, a biologist from northern Spain with a beard and ponytail and sexy accent. He took me to a hidden “secret bar” for tinto verano (chilled red wine with lemon-lime soda) and vino de pasas (raisin wine) — both were surprisingly good.

That weekend, we went to a music festival with his friends and danced to DJs and bands. His friends were nice, but didn’t really English, and he made little effort to include me in their conversations.

Perhaps you had nothing interesting to say?

His friends seemed more willing to help me translate in restaurants than Pablo, who seemed more interested in flirting with the scantily-clad girl sitting next to him.

So having had sex with you a few times, he’s no longer interested and is giving you every sign he wants you to fuck off and leave him alone. You know, there is a branch of feminism that insists women having meaningless sex with strangers is empowering. Does this woman seem very empowered at this juncture?

My last week in Seville I dated Mario*, who was half Italian and half Spanish. He took me to a rooftop bar with a view of Seville Cathedral and said he’d bring me to the airport Monday morning when I flew to Paris.

Sunday, I texted him. He said he was stuck in Malaga, hours away.

I’m beginning to think this woman has rocks in her head. How dense do you need to be to firstly believe this guy will give you a lift to the airport, secondly actually believe he is stuck in Malaga, and thirdly write about it in a major magazine later?

I was starting to realize I shouldn’t count on men who know they’ll never see me again to keep their word.

This woman is 26 years old.

But, I was still enjoying traveling overall and spending my days sightseeing. And I was optimistic I’d meet more guys like João.

To be honest, they all sound alike to me.

I met Max*, a 28-year-old British Student (a Tinder match), for lunch. The very first thing I noticed was that he not as attractive as his photos.

Can we get Max’s opinion on you?

By dinner, I was out of cash (and the restaurant was cash-only)

Wait, this is in Paris. Where the hell were they eating, the Grand Istanbul Kebab House? Everywhere takes credit cards except the Turkish joints, and even half of them do. I think she’s been taken to dinner at a vending machine.

The next day, he texted, asking if I was free for coffee. I wasn’t interested and didn’t respond.

Because a simple “no thanks” is too much effort.

“We never settled the bill from dinner! And I can’t afford the 22 quid,” he texted. At first, I was confused, until I remembered he paid the bill.

He’s taken you out to dinner and paid the bill, but the next day you can’t even be bothered to respond to an invitation to coffee?

He then asked me to PayPal him the money from my half; I didn’t respond. Funny how he only wanted the money after he knew I wasn’t interested.

It’s equally funny how you only let him know you weren’t interested once he’d paid the bill.

He kept texting, so I blocked him.

Of course you did. I addressed that here.

A few days later, he found me on Facebook and sent me a message: “Is there something wrong with you, or are you just a c*nt? Hahahaha.”

Why, it’s almost as if shitty behaviour from one party brings out the worst in another, isn’t it?

I blocked him again, and started to wonder if the mix of good dates was worth the risk of bad ones.

From what I can tell, her definition of a good date is meaningless sex with a random Latino, and a bad date is when some guy gets understandably upset by being ignored after he’s bought her dinner.

I was in a terrible mood until that night, when I got a notification Will added me on Snapchat.

Obsessed with Will, yet sleeping her way around Europe. In my book there is a character who, separated from her fiance by the cruel demands of the US visa system, addresses her heartache by shagging someone else for several months. I say this because I’m sure there are elements which normal people will think unrealistic or exaggerated.

In Munich, I met Maddin* (from Bumble) near the Isar River. We sat in the grass and watched people wade in. He was 33 and chiseled. We sat with our feet in the water and he moved closer to me and kissed me. He said he had to leave for a wedding in his hometown that evening, but that he had a few hours, and asked if I wanted to go home with him.

Heh! If Maddin had to go for a wedding, I have a bridge to sell Miss Linscott. So did she go? What do you think?

Just as I expected, his apartment was huge and sleek and expensive-looking. And he was amazing in bed.

So, why is someone who is 33, chiseled, and lives in a huge apartment in Munich picking up women on hook-up apps? Answers on a postcard.

He said he’s never been in love and that he’s too picky, and that he finds one flaw and moves on (this seems to be a common pattern in today’s dating-app culture).

A major flaw being a woman’s readiness to go to bed with him almost immediately and falling for stories about weddings in his hometown. Note that her behaviour utterly typifies the dating-app culture, yet she’s too dim to realise it.

He said it was one of the nicest conversations he’d had with someone he just met. I smiled the whole walk back to my hotel, feeling revived and relaxed.

I’m beginning to like this Maddin chap. My guess is he’s made his money selling secondhand cars.

I took an overnight bus to Copenhagen. At a seafood restaurant near the city center, one of the waiters smiled every time he walked past, and I smiled back. I heard him talking to my waitress (in Danish), and shortly after, he took over as my waiter.

Can you imagine that conversation? “Hey Olaf, I’ve got another one of those American airheads on my table. She seems a lot like the one you shagged against the dumpster two nights ago, you want to swap tables?”

After dinner, he made me a cappuccino from the restaurant next door and got my number, then we went out for champagne. He said he was surprised I didn’t mind eating alone, “looking like I got stood up.”

I suspect what he meant was he’s surprised she didn’t mind eating alone and hooking up with the waiter.

I still don’t know what will happen with Will, but we’re seeing each other again. He asked me to come over his first night back in town, and it felt like we picked up right where we left off. We spent the whole night cuddling and telling each other about our summers, and have been seeing each other in the weeks since.

Prediction: Will is going to find someone else shortly and give you the heave-ho.

I think you can learn from every person and every relationship, no matter how brief (or awkward).

Every relationship? She’s only had one, followed by a summer of sex with random strangers.

I’m building a better picture of what I want in a partner, but I’m also learning that I don’t need one to be happy.

This is probably just as well; I see several cats in this woman’s future life.

Okay, this post is already long but I’m going to make it longer because there are some important points here, many of which I make in my book. The first is that feminists will tell you there is a double standard at play: if a man had written this, everyone would admire him for his sexual prowess. This is a myth, and I address it in my book thusly:

Amy took a step towards me. ‘You have such fucking double standards!’ she said, trying to control her anger. ‘If she was a man, nobody would say anything, but she’s a woman so you think you can judge her!’
‘What double standards? If a guy’s lurching from one low-grade woman to another, fucking anything that moves and failing to hold down a proper relationship, you think women won’t judge him?’
‘Not in the same way,’ said Tom.
‘Bullshit! No self-respecting woman would go near him, and rightly so. This whole double-standards thing might apply to young people, but there comes a time when men need to show maturity and restraint, just the same as women, and we’re all way past that point.’

There’s passage from my book which is relevant here, too:

‘Remember when you were younger,’ I said. ‘You’d always ask a girlfriend how many guys she’d been with? The answer would always bother you; if she said two or three you’d be disappointed. But that changes with age; when you’re with a woman over thirty you don’t care how many, but you want to see that they were decent, normal guys and she was with them for the right reasons. You don’t want to hear she’s had one-night stands, or been with a string of losers, or men twice her age. It’s not the number of guys a woman has slept with that matters, it’s the standards she’s kept.’
‘Yes, you need to see she’s applied some sort of filter.’
‘If she’s got no standards, it reflects badly on you. It means either she sees you on the same level, or she’s scoring out of her league – in which case you should probably aim higher yourself. Whereas if she’s maintained her standards, it shows she values you.’

Is this being judgemental? Perhaps, but I address that too:

‘It’s not so much judging as assessing, trying to work out if you’ll be compatible with that person. The thing is, I know guys can be judgemental about women, and sometimes they might react unreasonably to an aspect of their past. But it all depends on what that past looks like, doesn’t it? Where do you draw the line?

You know what? I should be judgemental! I don’t care what people do on their own, but if they try to enter my life I’m entitled to judge what I see of their behaviour and values. If they don’t like the process, it tells you something already.’

If women – or men – are going to behave like Miss Linscott, then they should at least shut up about it afterwards. As one character says to another in my book:

‘Everyone has a history at our age; I don’t expect the women I meet to be virgins, so they’ll have a past, ex-boyfriends, and so on. If an ex was important to them, or they were in a serious relationship, then I’d expect them to tell me about the guy and I’d be okay with it. But I don’t need to know everything. For example, if a girl went on holiday to Mexico and fucked a waiter, I don’t want to know about it. I don’t think there’s anything necessarily wrong with it, but she should keep it to herself. This sort of thing isn’t my business.’

This is obviously difficult advice to follow if you’ve bragged about it in Cosmopolitan. Also, I think this point is crucial:

When you start dating someone you want to know the choices they’ve made, but more important is how they view those choices today.

At some point in future, Miss Linscott is going to meet a man who might be interested in forming a relationship with her and this summer of sex is going to come out. If she’s engaged in some self-reflection and is doing everything she can to hide this sordid episode due to the shame it now induces in her, she’ll have half a chance of convincing him to stick around. But if she hits him with a barrage of angry feminist mantra about how she was “empowered” and he’s being “judgemental”, he’ll be off like a shot. Of course, she may still meet someone, but:

‘The only guys who wouldn’t care are those who just wanted a fuck. Or maybe guys who are desperate.’

Finally, what the hell kind of job did her parents do on her? They must read this article and feel so very, very proud. That’s something else I address in my book, too.

Share

64 thoughts on “A Profile of a Modern American Woman

  1. It’s just low brow Eat, Pray, Love porn for bored women in train stations isn’t it? Exotic Latin men romancing her, plain Max who needs to be rejected and crushed, (and robbed, of course), to show how empowered she is, then chiseled rich dude to re-establish her market value.

  2. I suspect the whole thing is pure, unadulterated, fiction.

    I suspect so, too. I fisked it anyway because this is obviously aimed at encouraging other women to do what this clown claims to have done, which won’t have happy results.

  3. Ms Linscott says “I think you can learn from every person and every relationship, no matter how brief (or awkward).”

    As Mark Twain said, “A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way”.

  4. Bardon: “Half decent thigh gap though.”

    Yes, but there’s something brownish sticking out of her bikini by her right groin. Is it related to any of her encounters?

  5. Wow, Tim

    You really are plumbing somebody else’s depths! You have a talent for finding this sort of stuff. Glad to see the oil business doesn’t keep you at the office late. We all benefit.

    My bet is on pure unadulterated fiction, too, but it deserved fisking.

    Can’t wait for the book!

  6. She sounds like perfect domestic bliss material. Some guy should marry her quick before some other lucky bugger does :p

    Now, back on planet Earth…

  7. “You really are plumbing somebody else’s depths! ”

    Certainly her depths are being plumbed, either literally or in her fantasies…

    (My money’ on the latter too).

  8. My first impression of her is not ‘slag’, but ‘yawn, what a boring person’. Frankly, any person who is impressed by Mario playing guitar to the moon light or whatever doesn’t deserve my time. Unfortunately lots of women do go for this crap and are easily impressed. It’s fair enough that they should value talent, success and so on, but don’t they see how shallow these little shows that guys put on are?

    To be fair, ‘dating’ doesn’t always have to mean sex, but you seem to have drawn this inference in some cases.

    Also, to be fair, I think youth ain’t what it used to be, and people are maturing much more slowly. The outlier here is not naivety at 26, but the fact that she got married early.

    Lastly, I find it more offensive that she thought that putting this to print was a good idea and that anybody finds her little life interesting. But I guess ‘media writers’ have got to earn a living somehow, what with Universal Credit not working properly.

  9. I can see why one might not believe her story; all the chaps are walking stereotypes right down to the name. But then she does have a good figure and no brain so I can also easily see her getting fucked half-way around Europe.

    If she’s this stupid and slutty, she’s going become very bitter, very quickly and be drowning in a sea of cats by the time she’s 40. Will might have changed his name and moved to Mongolia by then. Her latin paramours and their female peers will be married with kids.

    She ought to have stayed married to the poor bloke who doesn’t even get named. The bod may hold out, but that mug is going to look like Moonface from ‘The Magic Faraway Tree’ within a decade.

  10. but that mug is going to look like Moonface from ‘The Magic Faraway Tree’ within a decade.

    Guffaw! We obviously grew up on the same books!

  11. She ought to have stayed married to the poor bloke who doesn’t even get named.

    She still has pictures of them together on her Instagram page, though. This chap appears in several of them, and is most likely him. Now why the hell would you leave those pictures up?

    What’s also interesting is the Cosmopolitan article is written as though she was well hooked into social media, documenting her trip around Europe, whereas the one on Instagram in her bikini got a whopping 35 likes. She may well have written this tell-all article purely to give her non-existent career a jump-start.

  12. ” . . . we had a lot in common, and being with him felt easy.”

    At least she has some capacity for self-reflection.

    “Half decent thigh gap though.”

    Muscle memory.

  13. You really are plumbing somebody else’s depths! You have a talent for finding this sort of stuff.

    I’m adding that to my CV!

  14. Does she realise that Sex and The City was not a documentary?

    I greatly enjoy gifting the book to fans of the TV show, as it is an unflinchingly realistic depiction of the lifestyle led by the real Carrie (the phrase “woke up curled around the toilet in last night’s dress with vomit in my hair” appears more than once).

    Darren Star, the show’s producer, has outright said he knew he couldn’t make a watchable show out of the book as is and realized he had to turn it into a modern middle-aged women’s fantasy to sell it.

  15. @TimN
    “I suspect the whole thing is pure, unadulterated, fiction.”

    “I suspect so, too.”

    No, I suspect there’s a great deal of truth in the story, but some of the descriptive stuff’s been embellished.
    The sheer sense of entitlement of some of the better looking women I’ve met astounds me. They do get a bit of a reduced rate, if not free pass through life because there’s generally some guy will do their bidding. Restaurant meals get paid for them. Cocktails bought. If they take a liking to something in a shop, there’s a guy’s credit card will stump up. Gives them the idea they’re some sort of princess.
    I’ve this Russian girl staying here at the moment. Known her for a while. Got back south from northern Spain, last week & called me, asking if she could stay while she sorts herself an apartment. Now we’ve a great deal of friction & crying sprees. Reason? Bed & board aren’t enough. Apparently I should also be covering cosmetic supplies, cab fares & everything else a girl needs to function. OK. She’s outstandingly decorative.No doubt there’s been any number of guys ready to dance to her every whim. But she’s dealing with someone who isn’t going to. Beautiful girls down here are a drag on the market. Place is crawling with them. If I had the buttons to push they’ve been worn flat long ago.
    Her problem is she’s bumping up against a person who’s exactly like she is. Looks after number one. And that’s the story of your girl. She goes on like she does, she’s going to be dealing with guys the male equivalent of her. Large portions of self entitlement & self interest. She’s gazing into a mirror.

  16. @MC
    I believe our genial host knows what business I’m connected with. And, indeed, I could write a book & may well, one day, do so. Working title “Paradise can be Hell to live in”

  17. I believe our genial host knows what business I’m connected with.

    “It was a business doing pleasure with you, sir!”

  18. “American girl on holiday puts out”.

    Not the world’s most surprising headline.

    Reminds me of the rugby club unofficial motto; “If you haven’t pulled by midnight, go Kiwi”.

  19. Looks like this Will fellow is dodging a psycho bullet here. Too bad she knows where he lives.

  20. Despite counseling, neither of us was happy, so I moved back in with my family

    That pretty much says it all. So you ‘eloped’ – parental consent isn’t a thing legally anymore, so what you mean is you invented a romantic fantasy – but when it didn’t work out you had to go back home like a wayward child. Because you can’t look after yourself. Who paid for the 10 weeks in Europe? Did your employer miss you?

  21. @bloke in Spain. Very good description of the way an entitled beautiful woman acts. We had an aupair who discovered she could go out and be bought drinks all night every night and have outings paid for by others so she took maximum advantage. She didn’t last long in our house though as any task requested was an imposition. Oh and she had a boyfriend back home….

    The people like the subject of Tim’s post don’t seem to realise that life has changed superficially but underlying motivations of people haven’t. The media types have sold a fantasy to others and now those brought up on it are writing for the media alongside their other gigs flipping hamburgers or begging they are writing about how the fantasy isn’t real. Quelle surprise! The Sex n the City Tv show vs the book are good examples of a fantasy being sold to the masses as well. My best for the. Exit big career is psychologist to treat all these crazy people in middle age.

  22. I can well believe her story is true, and I’d bet that she got done by other men she’s not mentioning. The youngish guys in the office are “tindering” like mad and they score 90% of the time. Sometimes, there isn’t even a need for a meal…

  23. ‘The host probably thought you were a prostitute. I’m being quite serious here. You might want to say a little more than “oops”’

    I suspect that most of the guys she ‘dated’ thought the same and were quite amazed when she didn’t ask for payment at the end.

  24. She’ll have shaved her hair off and will be attending feminist demos, throwing bricks at the police when she is 40, blaming the ‘Patriarchy’ for her wretched decisions.

  25. The youngish guys in the office are “tindering” like mad and they score 90% of the time. Sometimes, there isn’t even a need for a meal…

    I’ve heard that. And women are left wondering why men don’t want to settle down any more. Well, why would they?

  26. I suspect that most of the guys she ‘dated’ thought the same and were quite amazed when she didn’t ask for payment at the end.

    I expect several were amazed to find she was American and not Eastern European. And yes, given how many prostitutes work out of Air BnBs in the holiday seasons, they were probably surprised not to be handed an invoice!

  27. She’ll have shaved her hair off and will be attending feminist demos, throwing bricks at the police when she is 40, blaming the ‘Patriarchy’ for her wretched decisions.

    Maybe not even then. The bitterness will start around early thirties, I expect.

  28. No, I suspect there’s a great deal of truth in the story, but some of the descriptive stuff’s been embellished.

    Quite possibly. I reckon the reason she’s gone public with it now is that this “Will” has thinned her out and found someone else. She’s now shoving stories of her sexual exploits in his face in an attempt to shore up her collapsing self-esteem.

  29. She might be a 7+ on the hot scale, but she’s miles over the crazy-hot line by the sounds of it:

    Ah yes, I’ve seen that video: it’s great!

  30. I am only slightly older than her and I imagine the only embellishment in her story was how attractive the men she slept with were (and checking out her boyfriend in that instagram, her standards are clearly low on the looks-front). This whole trip is nothing out of the ordinary for my generation. Any moderately attractive 20-something woman who imbibes feminist empowerment drivel will do this.

    Tinder is a complete gamechanger for us guys. It has given many of us a whole load more confidence. Gone are the days when women were the gatekeepers and men felt like they had to prove themselves to a woman in order to date. Now we know that we can always get more dates if we just swipe more and so women have to try a lot harder to impress. Given how vapid and utterly empty women like the one in this post are, not many are really impressing us. Feminism and all the related gender non-binary bullshit has also blinded significant numbers of young women to fundamental dating dynamics. Most do not yet realise they no longer hold the level of selective power they once did and they really need to up their game to snag a decent guy. Date after date for me finds girls who have nothing going on in their lives. They do their 9-5. They watch a few TV shows. They go out for “yummy cocktails” with the girls once a week. They want to go travelling. They sit there thinking they hold all the cards whilst I’m wondering whether it’s been a complete waste of my evening or she’s slutty enough for me to at least get a shag out of it.

  31. Most do not yet realise they no longer hold the level of selective power they once did and they really need to up their game to snag a decent guy. Date after date for me finds girls who have nothing going on in their lives. They do their 9-5. They watch a few TV shows. They go out for “yummy cocktails” with the girls once a week. They want to go travelling. They sit there thinking they hold all the cards whilst I’m wondering whether it’s been a complete waste of my evening or she’s slutty enough for me to at least get a shag out of it.

    Thanks for this: this confirms what I have long thought, that without the chase (and the woman playing her part in it, i.e. give the guy something interesting to chase after), men aren’t really interested in women beyond having a shag.

    Also, my guess is that few guys will want to settle down with a woman he’s just picked up on Tinder and taken home in a matter of hours; he’ll know for damned sure he wouldn’t have been the first to have done so, or even twenty-first. If women want men to take them seriously, they need to stop leaping into bed with them so readily.

  32. Also, my guess is that few guys will want to settle down with a woman he’s just picked up on Tinder and taken home in a matter of hours; he’ll know for damned sure he wouldn’t have been the first to have done so, or even twenty-first. If women want men to take them seriously, they need to stop leaping into bed with them so readily.

    Absolutely. From personal experience it is not even an active thought process, I just naturally lose that desire for someone I slept with so quickly. The girls I have stayed with longer are those who made me wait.

  33. The girls I have stayed with longer are those who made me wait.

    For older women (30+) is seems to be minimum of three dates. A couple of French women told me they’d not sleep with a guy on the first night out of pure principle – “At least make a token effort, man!”

    For all their reputation, French women don’t seem to be into one-night stands, at least on their home turf. A guy I know does *extremely* well all over the world on Tinder and picking up in bars, and he ran into a real drought when he did a year here in Paris.

    The issue of when a woman should take a guy home is something else I address in my book. 😉

  34. This phenomenon was written about some time ago, in one of our most venerated opinion columns:

    Ah yes, I’d read that before but had forgotten! Magnificent!

  35. Tim, at times I wonder if you are setting yourself up as a one-man institution for the promotion of virtue and prevention of vice.

  36. Tim, at times I wonder if you are setting yourself up as a one-man institution for the promotion of virtue and prevention of vice.

    Heh! I’m not really bothered by what people do, it’s the dressing it up as desirable and advertising it that annoys me. If this woman went to Europe and shagged around, I wouldn’t pass any remarks. When she’s given a puff-piece in a well-known magazine that may inspire others? Well, a response is kinda due, I think.

  37. But Cosmo is basically soft (even safe for work) porn for 20 and 30something women who shag around a lot. I suspect a lot of its feature articles are like this – some leave far less to the imagination than this one.

  38. I suspect a lot of its feature articles are like this – some leave far less to the imagination than this one.

    We appear to have different subscription habits: I really had no idea that’s what it was like!

  39. I can’t even use the excuse of a degree in media writing…

    The missus gets it occasionally, mostly in airports. I try to leave it open at the “10 hot sex tips”, usually without effect.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *