You Old Softy: A Closer Look at Erectile Dysfunction Ads

As the only person who possesses breasts on Pointless Banter (sorry guys, moobs don’t count) I can tell you that women are constantly assaulted by images that the Almighty Cock is King.  With the Power of the Penis, a single Pizza Delivery Guy can turn lesbians straight. When coupled with a business degree, a suit [...]

Are Bravo’s The Real Housewives of Orange County the Worst People in the History of People?

I have a confession to make.
Now you need to understand that I’ve been blogging for twelve years. There’s precious little that embarrasses me. My life is the virtual open book, each humiliating moment mined for as much material as I can possibly wring out of it.
But what I’m about to tell you may perhaps be [...]

Chuck Mangione and the Guys Who Pee in My Backyard.

For those of you who aren’t regular readers of my blog, you may not about my neighbors: the Hobos.
There’s the Falsely Accused Hobo, the Nicest Peeping Tom Ever! Hobo, the Casino! Hobo, the Hobo Who Loves Buckets, and the Hobo Handyman Who Saved Christmas (my personal favorite!)
Lest you think I’m being unkind, I would readily [...]

Crap Women Don’t Want For Valentine’s Day

I hate Valentine’s Day.

I’ve always hated Valentine’s Day, whether I was single or otherwise coupled. I recently found myself in a greeting card store purchasing a wedding card for a friend of mine when I passed the Valentine’s Day display, which looked like they split Cupid open and shook his red heart-shaped entrails all over the place.

Five Fetishes I Just Don’t Get.

I once went out with someone who had a robot fetish. We had met online, so I didn’t know he had a robot fetish when we started dating. Apparently “robot fetish” is not one of those things that you put in the headline of your personal ad.
He didn’t look like someone who had a robot [...]

Five Movies I Don’t Want to See on my Tivo.

The other day I was scrolling through the “to-do” list on our Tivo to make sure that the LOST premiere would be recorded when I came across the following movie title, scheduled to record the next morning:

How to Murder Your Wife.