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Why Do Men Say Women Are Too Picky While Women Say Men Are Lazy

Description [[https://bit.ly/3QWSfe6 We’re All Slutty For The Right Guy]] [[https://bit.ly/3QXZa6L Dear Men: This Is Why Loyalty Is So Important To Women]] [[https://bit.ly/3XLbF9B How Do You Avoid Dating a Liberal/Conservative?]] [[https://bit.ly/41EVtI7 Are You Looking For Fast Love Too?]] [[https://bit.ly/3FhnSwB Should You Fake an Active Lifestyle for Love?]] [[https://bit.ly/3Ffy1tE When a Relationship Feels Like a Secret Mission]] [[https://bit.ly/41HLdPc Pushing Through It]] [[https://bit.ly/4bIFWvv Embracing The Unexpected Path Of Singlehood]] [[https://bit.ly/3DzQ6SD Why Is It So Hard to Believe Someone Might Stay?]] [[https://bit.ly/3XDyxI4 Am I Crazy Or Is He A Hot Mess?]] Has anything been made worse by it’s glow in the dark nature? This product claims to be for underwater use, but I’m convinced it’s for those who gag. Either way Human Race, we made it here. Literal songs of the day: Randy Newman and Nina Simone’s versions of, “I Think It’s Going To Rain Today.” Gratuitous Jack Handey Quote: “If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is ‘God is crying.’ And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is ‘Probably because of something you did.’ ” Let’s begin with a quote from Raymond Carver: “We are, all of us, abominably human. We are broken and we are flawed and even we ourselves barely recognize the degree to which this is true. And Love is this concept that, in its platonic ideal form, makes over other people and conceals those flaws and convinces us for brief moments that, Hey, perhaps this Other is not so flawed, is not broken, is not abominably just-like-me. And then we realize they are; and then they realize we are. But sometimes it’s just nice to be broken and flawed with someone. And it’s nice to have someone to get fucked up on bourbon and fall asleep half-naked on the couch with. And sometimes it’s nice to just pretend we’re not so flawed and broken and abominable. And it’s this concept of Love that is the problem, after all. We are broken and flawed and we created a broken and flawed concept because we have brains able to dream of things beyond ourselves and to imagine the nonexistent. But we have our bourbon and our couches and half of our clothes, so that’s okay. It’s really all okay.” Now let’s make one thing clear: Love in the Dumps is not a conspiracy publication or love denier. We fully understand it’s essential to the advancement of our species, and, if the poets are right, might even be the meaning of it all. But things have changed since Lord Byron. For if love was once a garden of lush red roses readily available for picking, it now resembles a grim urban lottery you play while picking up a pack of Pall Malls: for every happy winner there’s an unlucky slew who come up empty handed despite their best efforts. It’s a tight spot, mainly because we are conditioned to see love as a commodity – something you MUST HAVE, and can just get, like a toaster at Wal-Mart.
Début de l'événement 29.01.2020
Fin de l'événement 08.02.2023
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