Hey 3.5 readers, BQB here.
My Facebook page is at 482 likes and I’ve noticed the more your Facebook page grows, the more traffic that returns to your blog.
Hey 3.5 readers. BQB here. Rachel Cohen has long provided feedback and encouragement of my stuff on Wattpad, so wanted to return the favor by telling you all about her new blog, “The Pillow File.” Romance, erotica, smutty chick lit…I mean, as a knuckle dragging caveman I don’t get it but I can generally tell if a blog is good or not and I can tell this is a good one. Neat, well written, an overall Sex and the City vibe…if you’re a woman who is into this sort of thing you’ll like this blog so check it out. I’ll admit its funny how I can rattle off stories about zombies and werewolves and crazy things that could never happen. Maybe for an ugly guy it just seems more believable and likely that I’ll fight zombies before I’ll ever find myself in a love triangle. But then again, how many of us ever find true love let alone a love triangle? Perhaps I can see why women like to fantasize about this sort of thing. Anyway, go check it out, give her some feedback. We’ll be able to say we knew her in the early days when she’s on all the talk shows. Plus she has a novel about sexy space vampires I found interesting.
Sigh. This is getting depressing, 3.5 readers.
It’s like everyday now, I learn some celebrity whose work I enjoy is a pervert. So then it’s like, I’ve been inadvertently supporting a pervert all these years by watching his stuff (I didn’t know!) and then I can’t watch more of his stuff because then I’d be knowingly supporting a pervert.
Bill Cosby – the funny man every kid wanted to be their father in the 1980s. Pervert.
Louis CK – This one hit me hard because I was enjoying his stuff now. Plus, he had this whole unique routine. If you ever watched his show, it was about the fragile male psyche and some of the things men experience that the world may not realize – i.e. women complain of body issues but men who are bald and overweight and not handsome feel sad about how hard it is for them to find women. Worse, women assume ugly men are perverts that can’t be trusted….so naturally after years of a show where the gist was don’t assume ugly men are bad, he had to go and turn out to be a bad ugly man. Pervert.
Kevin Spacey – Wowed me in the Usual Suspects, I movie I watched over and over as a kid. That whole scene at the end where he turns out to have been Kaiser Soze all along. Oh sorry. Spoiler alert. I loved House of Cards. Now I guess that’s ruined. I’d invested a lot of time into finding out what will happen to the murderous fictional president Frank Underwood. Apparently, Frank will be done in by Kevin’s perversions. Pervert.
Steven Seagal – Loved his martial arts movies as a kid. He had a move where he’d break the bad guy’s arm and I’d always watch just for that. Pervert.
Harvey Weinstein – I mean, he’s the big pervert that unleashed the floodgates of pervert accusations. He was the man behind the films but still, he made a lot of movies and even now I’m seeing films being released bearing the Weinstein Company logo. His company was behind Pulp Fiction, the film that cemented my love affair with movies. Sigh. Pervert.
I don’t understand the pervyness. It can be hard to be a man. We’re vain and ego driven and we have a little buddy in our pants that craves more sex 24/7 than the world could possibly ever provide. Still, I don’t understand this. I mean, yeah, if you’re not that good looking and suddenly you’re thrust into a world of fame and fortune, I’m sure it can be difficult to be around all of these hot celebrity babes.
Still, come one, surely there will be women who will VOLUNTARILY want to be with a celebrity.
There had to have been a lot of women who wanted to see Louis yank his weenus. There had to have been a lot of women who would have wanted Seagal to unzip his pants. Surely there were grown men (repeat GROWN men) of the gay persuasion who wouldn’t have minded a night with Kevin Spacey. Surely there were women who would have volunteered to get jiggy with Harvey.
Am I right? Maybe I’m wrong. Does fame not always equal free access to voluntary sex? I’ve got to believe that it does and these guys just must be pervs who get off on involuntary perversions, i.e. forcing or coercing someone who isn’t down for it.
As a movie lover, I am sad. It’s like I can’t watch a movie now without wondering whether the star is a pervert.