So I'm going to attempt to sell you on a show that if you're like me you would never, ever have contemplated watching due to the title being the combination of the words 'Teen' and 'Wolf'. I mean Middle-Aged Zombies or Geriatric Vampires is a sign me up given, but Teen Wolf? Puhlease.
So reasons to watch what superficially seems like the unwatchable.
Conservatives Would Hate this Show
This show features female (and male) characters who would have no problems saying "Yeah, I'm a feminist. And?", where being gay has non-blinking automatic acceptance, where the cast isn't a whitewash of, well, white, where families come in different shapes and sizes and that's okay. I expect the last episode to reveal that Beacon Hills is the creation of someone from Aro Valley on a hallucinogenic drug trip. You can probably buy artisanal cheeses and homemade pottery there, is what I'm saying.
The Cast Has Amazing Chemistry
One of the highlights in the show is the relationships between the parents and the kids. Scott and his Mum, Stiles and his Dad, Alison and her Dad etc. The other is the friendship between Scott and Stiles. I don't know if the actors all loathe each other in real life, but if they do extra acting awards that I will make out of toilet rolls and glitter for them. And the teen romance element that would normally have me vomiting and flinging myself from the lounge window (it's on the ground floor, it's mostly for effect) is actually nicely done. On the adorableness scale: Teen Wolf? More like Teen Puppies.
It Gets Better Every Season
The second half of Season Three is where you want to run up to your television and high-five it and then go out and buy a new television and get your hand sown up because that was a little bit too enthusiastic. Characters which were a tad one-dimensional get the three-dimensional treatment, and it kicks up a gear. I haven't seen Season Four yet but I expect at this rate it will change lives and cure ailments and I think I'm expecting way too much out of light entertainment.
Soundtrack
You would hope that a show produced by MTV would have a great soundtrack and you wouldn't be wrong. The music choices are phenomenally good. As in you wouldn't have thought that MTV had produced it, the music is that good.
It's Funny, Scary and It Gives You Feels
The sarcasm in this show is so good it makes me want to light up a cigarette and then wonder why I started smoking as I begin a grueling six month withdrawal from nicotine. The wonderful thing about the show is the unexpectedness of it, where one minute you're snorting with laughter and the next you're literally pooing yourself with fear, but not literally, that's just super gross and you should probably see a doctor about that. AND THE FEELS! I'm not saying that there are two or three times that I may have slightly welled up, but that's exactly what I'm saying. Villains chew up scenery and Heroes save the day, and it's all a jolly good time.
Also: Coach/Greenburg is the greatest OTP of television history.
It's Inspirational
Given the cast are in pretty much the best shape that a human being can be in, and spend an inordinate amount of time showing everyone just that, it will either inspire you to get a gym membership or you'll fall into a pit of despair where tears track through your cake smeared face. Be warned, if you're over 30 you will spontaneously have a mid-life crises..
And while sometimes the wire work is obvious, there is back flipping and people jumping off roofs, and by hokey, they seem to be really back flipping and jumping off roofs. I imagine the stunt players are kept penned up on stage and then let out one-by-one, with a new set used for every episode. The insurance costs for this show must be phenomenal, not even including the bulk deals on Get Well Soon balloons. Thank god Wardrobe is able to save a bundle by not supplying shirts to the actors.
Actor Hunches, I Am Having Them
Chiwetal Ejiofor is one of my all-time favourite actors. If you ever want to have your brain combust watch Dirty Pretty Things and then Kinky Boots back-to-back (it's less x-rated than it sounds) and remember that this is the same actor playing both roles. Sometimes you get hunches about actors, and mine is that Dylan O'Brien has the talent to go on to Big Things, or he'll end up robbing gas stations for a crippling heroin addiction. You never know which way these things will go. But that kid has talent. Look for him on an awards stage / keep your wallet close to you if he walks into your local petrol station.
Plus an actor from The Wire is in it, and The Wire is TV Royalty.
***
So it's a liberal emotionfest of laughs, scares and some top notch production values which by the second part of season three has come into it's own, and even then it's a fun journey getting there. Thumbs up scrappy little show, you're a lot more fun than what I was expecting.
Amazon has the show available for ondemand viewing and if you don't check out the bloopers your life will be less than what it could have been and you will have forever regrets.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Black Box: the Sampling Begins
Sample Co is a company that sends out product samples so people who sign up can try them and then shill them to others. So that's what this is, except I'm going to be honest about it because my reputation is more important to me than free things. Having said that, give me a house and I will swear that your sandwich spread cured me of a disease that I never had.
On with the show:
This is what I received. Ohhh, shiny free things. I haven't tried everything yet so this will be part one of a two part special. I'm super excited about this as well. So come with me as you find out what I liked, what I hated, and what CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER!*
* Nothing.
Molenberg Bread
This is a brand I already buy. But what's different about this version? The bread is slightly sliced thicker. I'm not lying guys, I had to sit down for a second and catch my breath. It's bread I like, but slightly more of it. I'm pretty damn well chuffed. Thanks whomever makes this bread, you have made my ability to eat slightly more bread that bit more easy.
Score: 10/10
Nivea In-Shower Body Lotion
It's a good thing that they sent this to me because otherwise I would never have bought it. I never really got the point. You moisturize inside the shower and then wash it off and this saves time because otherwise you would have had to moisturize outside the shower and then not have to wash it off. Time Saving! Science, I don't understand you sometimes.
So I tried it, and yeah, I guess it worked okay. The irony is that I already use the Nivea Express Hydration and that's great, so I can at least shill that to you.
Score: 6/10 hmmm
Chicken in a Can
It's chicken and it's in a can. I'm not eating canned chicken. I'm sorry, but this should be on Fear Factor.
Score: Undetermined. I couldn't even give it away for free.
Sanitarium Cluster Crisp
Something I already buy for myself. It's has crispy crunchy bits and tastes nice. Honestly I think it's a little bit too much on the sweet side but it makes a perfect dessert. A bit of fruit, a bit of yoghurt and a handful of this chucked up on top and nom, nom, nom. Tastiness.
Score: 8/10 and a nom.
Healthries Potato Pop Bites
Again something I already eat. This variety I got to try was the Balsamic one which leaves a nice tang in your mouth. However, if you're like me and dislocate your jaw in order to eat snacks shoving one hand after another into a never blinking maw until the pack has gone and loved ones flee in terror, then this might not be the one for you. Because that much vingeresque tang can leave you with mouth hurts. If you eat like a boring normal person though you should be fine. I recommend the sour cream and chives as a non-mouth hurty alternative.
Score: 8/10 or Ow/10 depending on the flavour
Healthries Hawkes Bay Nectarine Tea
Would not have tried this, but am now glad I did. Herbal teas have the problem of being all promise of great tasting tea with it's come hither smell, but when you go to actually drink it it's insipid hot water of meh. Not in this case. It is refreshingly nectariney and not cloyingly sweet. A good summer drink and I expect that it would be great as ice tea.Would buy again.
Score: 8 and a half /10
And that's all for now until I rip into the rest of the box. Super looking forward to eating that can of baked beans and then applying chemicals to burn off my leg hair. This just might be a final sign off. Tell my mother she's getting my cats.
On with the show:
This is what I received. Ohhh, shiny free things. I haven't tried everything yet so this will be part one of a two part special. I'm super excited about this as well. So come with me as you find out what I liked, what I hated, and what CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER!*
* Nothing.
Molenberg Bread
This is a brand I already buy. But what's different about this version? The bread is slightly sliced thicker. I'm not lying guys, I had to sit down for a second and catch my breath. It's bread I like, but slightly more of it. I'm pretty damn well chuffed. Thanks whomever makes this bread, you have made my ability to eat slightly more bread that bit more easy.
Score: 10/10
Nivea In-Shower Body Lotion
It's a good thing that they sent this to me because otherwise I would never have bought it. I never really got the point. You moisturize inside the shower and then wash it off and this saves time because otherwise you would have had to moisturize outside the shower and then not have to wash it off. Time Saving! Science, I don't understand you sometimes.
So I tried it, and yeah, I guess it worked okay. The irony is that I already use the Nivea Express Hydration and that's great, so I can at least shill that to you.
Score: 6/10 hmmm
Chicken in a Can
It's chicken and it's in a can. I'm not eating canned chicken. I'm sorry, but this should be on Fear Factor.
Score: Undetermined. I couldn't even give it away for free.
Sanitarium Cluster Crisp
Something I already buy for myself. It's has crispy crunchy bits and tastes nice. Honestly I think it's a little bit too much on the sweet side but it makes a perfect dessert. A bit of fruit, a bit of yoghurt and a handful of this chucked up on top and nom, nom, nom. Tastiness.
Score: 8/10 and a nom.
Healthries Potato Pop Bites
Again something I already eat. This variety I got to try was the Balsamic one which leaves a nice tang in your mouth. However, if you're like me and dislocate your jaw in order to eat snacks shoving one hand after another into a never blinking maw until the pack has gone and loved ones flee in terror, then this might not be the one for you. Because that much vingeresque tang can leave you with mouth hurts. If you eat like a boring normal person though you should be fine. I recommend the sour cream and chives as a non-mouth hurty alternative.
Score: 8/10 or Ow/10 depending on the flavour
Healthries Hawkes Bay Nectarine Tea
Would not have tried this, but am now glad I did. Herbal teas have the problem of being all promise of great tasting tea with it's come hither smell, but when you go to actually drink it it's insipid hot water of meh. Not in this case. It is refreshingly nectariney and not cloyingly sweet. A good summer drink and I expect that it would be great as ice tea.Would buy again.
Score: 8 and a half /10
And that's all for now until I rip into the rest of the box. Super looking forward to eating that can of baked beans and then applying chemicals to burn off my leg hair. This just might be a final sign off. Tell my mother she's getting my cats.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
That Letter
On 13 August 2002 Donghui Liu put in an application to the Business Migration Branch and eight months later was yet to have a reply back as to whether it was successful or not. Cunliffe was contacted in April 2003 (in-person, by email, was this the first/only contact?), presumably because he was a constituent of his (that's unknown), and Cunliffe wrote a letter on his behalf outlining the facts of the case and asking for Liu 'to be advised of an estimated period of time in which he could expect a decision on the case'.
Eleven years later and a staff member failed to find a copy of this letter on their files, but the NZ Herald using the Official Information Act was able to do so - how did they find it, we don't know because we haven't been told. They currently have two sources, one of which handed over a physical photo (it's not available on-line) of Liu's former partner accepting a bottle of wine at a fundraiser from a Labour MP who hasn't been in office since 2006. This suggests that one, or more of the sources were in Labour during that time. Shane Jones would have to considered suspect No.1, the time frame fits perfectly and John Key has now said that he's known for weeks. The second suspect could possibly be one of the Anyone But Cunliffe group, or National may have hired investigators, which if they had half a brain they would.
Other than what we now know of Liu, the letter is innocuous, a virtual form letter. So what would Cunliffe have to gain from lying? What in the letter is actually incriminating? Nothing. But 'staff member fails to find form letter' doesn't have the same hysterical ring as 'Caught: Tricky Liar Cunlifee Falls from Moral High Ground!' And people have fallen for the heavy breathing hysteria of it all.
So you can have this exchange but then this column gets put up afterwards: http://www.radiolive.co.nz/Duncan-Garner-Brain-fade-or-a-lie-from-Cunliffe/tabid/674/articleID/47897/Default.aspx and you realise that the truth can be boring but spin sells. That's why reporters will sit on information, not so they have time to go out and interview the main players to get to the bottom of the truth, but because spinning it out into something bigger than it is creates an unfolding story that people will want to follow which means people will buy your product because they want to see how it ends.
Two days later the photo went up. Because this was about creating hype and teasing readers and selling a story. And people are falling for a narrative that contains very little substance concerning events that took place over a decade ago. The stupid of all of this is simply staggering.
All in all, this is what happens when a democracy descends into personality politics instead of policy, we vote for our perceptions of people and not the ideas that they present. And commercial media have to have something sexy to sell that people will buy. Honestly, I'm completely disillusioned and I think we deserve better. Meh.
Eleven years later and a staff member failed to find a copy of this letter on their files, but the NZ Herald using the Official Information Act was able to do so - how did they find it, we don't know because we haven't been told. They currently have two sources, one of which handed over a physical photo (it's not available on-line) of Liu's former partner accepting a bottle of wine at a fundraiser from a Labour MP who hasn't been in office since 2006. This suggests that one, or more of the sources were in Labour during that time. Shane Jones would have to considered suspect No.1, the time frame fits perfectly and John Key has now said that he's known for weeks. The second suspect could possibly be one of the Anyone But Cunliffe group, or National may have hired investigators, which if they had half a brain they would.
Other than what we now know of Liu, the letter is innocuous, a virtual form letter. So what would Cunliffe have to gain from lying? What in the letter is actually incriminating? Nothing. But 'staff member fails to find form letter' doesn't have the same hysterical ring as 'Caught: Tricky Liar Cunlifee Falls from Moral High Ground!' And people have fallen for the heavy breathing hysteria of it all.
So you can have this exchange but then this column gets put up afterwards: http://www.radiolive.co.nz/Duncan-Garner-Brain-fade-or-a-lie-from-Cunliffe/tabid/674/articleID/47897/Default.aspx and you realise that the truth can be boring but spin sells. That's why reporters will sit on information, not so they have time to go out and interview the main players to get to the bottom of the truth, but because spinning it out into something bigger than it is creates an unfolding story that people will want to follow which means people will buy your product because they want to see how it ends.
Two days later the photo went up. Because this was about creating hype and teasing readers and selling a story. And people are falling for a narrative that contains very little substance concerning events that took place over a decade ago. The stupid of all of this is simply staggering.
All in all, this is what happens when a democracy descends into personality politics instead of policy, we vote for our perceptions of people and not the ideas that they present. And commercial media have to have something sexy to sell that people will buy. Honestly, I'm completely disillusioned and I think we deserve better. Meh.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
If I Was Minister of Media Stuff
How I Would Run Media, An Essay by Dovil Aged 5
1. Journalists need to be kept awake and perked up and raring to go so free coffee in every department! But the coffee machine can be a long way away to walk to, so bowls of cocaine on every desk.
2. Journalists are ridiculously underpaid given the importance of their position in a democratic society, so pay rises! 20k across the board. Unless you've got a contract with SkyCity in which case here's a $5 chip and good luck to you. Don't worry corporates, that cocaine was only free for the first month so they'll be paying back that 20k plus extra in no time!
3. Journalism degrees will get an overhaul with an added Honours year where people can specialise in a subject if they so wish, such as business, science or politics etc. Also a PGDip made up of practical journalism basics for anyone exiting with an undergraduate degree.
4. Coverage such as the "anti-smacking" law or the Foreshore and Seabed Act highlighted one important thing, that hardly anyone knew what the hell they were talking about. Instead of throwing journalists in at the deep end, experts would be invited to come along and talk about the topic du jour so that there was at least a basic understanding so that the right questions could be asked of the right people. Also everyone would be asked to bring in an item and give a 20 minute presentation, not because that has any intrinsic worth, but just because I'm a bit of a bastard.
5. A consistent one-stop-shop publication would be put together by a third party listing every academic or expert worth their salt in this country with tick boxes to indicate whether they could write material and/or appear on camera without scaring the nation.
6. Barbie and Ken dolls to host all shows, voiced by Hilary Barry and Mike McRoberts. John Campbell will be contractually required to interject at least once per show, and Hilary will be required to be unable to continue due to an outbreak of laughter. Dance for me puppets! You entertain me so.
7. Journalists will no longer be required to report on something that happened two hours previously. They will instead be given time to ring around and find out the Why to the What while receiving shoulder rubs and being cooled down by waved palm fronds brandished by the ex-Shortland Street actor of their choosing.
8. If politicians are asked to appear on a show they will (unless they have a very good excuse and a note from their Mums) actually bother to appear on the show. Otherwise Rebecca Wright will be released somewhere in their homes.
9. Valium to be supplied for any interview involving Hekia Parata, Simon Bridges, well there's going to be a long list. Shhhh, it'll be alllll over soon.
10. Free rehab. I'm not sure how but there's some terrible drug addictions going on. Sort yourself out, Media.
1. Journalists need to be kept awake and perked up and raring to go so free coffee in every department! But the coffee machine can be a long way away to walk to, so bowls of cocaine on every desk.
2. Journalists are ridiculously underpaid given the importance of their position in a democratic society, so pay rises! 20k across the board. Unless you've got a contract with SkyCity in which case here's a $5 chip and good luck to you. Don't worry corporates, that cocaine was only free for the first month so they'll be paying back that 20k plus extra in no time!
3. Journalism degrees will get an overhaul with an added Honours year where people can specialise in a subject if they so wish, such as business, science or politics etc. Also a PGDip made up of practical journalism basics for anyone exiting with an undergraduate degree.
4. Coverage such as the "anti-smacking" law or the Foreshore and Seabed Act highlighted one important thing, that hardly anyone knew what the hell they were talking about. Instead of throwing journalists in at the deep end, experts would be invited to come along and talk about the topic du jour so that there was at least a basic understanding so that the right questions could be asked of the right people. Also everyone would be asked to bring in an item and give a 20 minute presentation, not because that has any intrinsic worth, but just because I'm a bit of a bastard.
5. A consistent one-stop-shop publication would be put together by a third party listing every academic or expert worth their salt in this country with tick boxes to indicate whether they could write material and/or appear on camera without scaring the nation.
6. Barbie and Ken dolls to host all shows, voiced by Hilary Barry and Mike McRoberts. John Campbell will be contractually required to interject at least once per show, and Hilary will be required to be unable to continue due to an outbreak of laughter. Dance for me puppets! You entertain me so.
7. Journalists will no longer be required to report on something that happened two hours previously. They will instead be given time to ring around and find out the Why to the What while receiving shoulder rubs and being cooled down by waved palm fronds brandished by the ex-Shortland Street actor of their choosing.
8. If politicians are asked to appear on a show they will (unless they have a very good excuse and a note from their Mums) actually bother to appear on the show. Otherwise Rebecca Wright will be released somewhere in their homes.
9. Valium to be supplied for any interview involving Hekia Parata, Simon Bridges, well there's going to be a long list. Shhhh, it'll be alllll over soon.
10. Free rehab. I'm not sure how but there's some terrible drug addictions going on. Sort yourself out, Media.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Subject Headers Are the Worst
Confession: I love airports. The noise, the excitement,
people flying off to distant lands, people being reunited with loved ones. It’s
got it all. And there’s something amazing about watching a plane coasting down
a runway, accelerating and speeding up, and finally launching itself up into
the sky. Plus duty free shops, so I could happily live there.
So one day, at Auckland’s domestic airport, I wondered off
to watch the planes do their thing. This was back in the 80’s when there was
the old school fugly pattened carpet to hide the stains, and giant windows down
below where you had front row seats to all the action. Next to it was a bar made up of
tables flung out higgidly piggidly and you had to walk through to get there.
Half-way through I was brought up short – a gentleman, and I use that term so
loosely that it if spoken aloud it would be an incomprehensible string of
noise, had decided to reach out and grab my arse.
He made some comment, but I was too in shock to make out
what was grunted at me. I whirled back around and went back to where my mother was
standing. I was ten. I probably brought it on myself from the slutty Paddington
bear t-shirt I was wearing and from being metres away from my parents. A minor incident,
but the first time I can remember being sexually harassed. Awww, there should
be an annual cake to celebrate. Baby's first groping.
The other times? Honestly, I don't think I could even remember them all. Apparently wearing
a school girl uniform is pretty much harassment bait (maybe my skirt was too
short, if only a talkback host could weigh in!) and it was years of fun dealing
with teenagers and adult males making advances and throwing out comments. I would love to say that it was because of my
spectacular beauty, but sadly that’s not the case, and in fact my experiences
was pretty typical from others girls accounts. In my twenties, staggering to the
diary after a night out for an emergency life saving mince and cheese pie and
coke, still wearing the same clothes, and what I suspect was vomit clinging to
my hair, I also managed to elicit a few show us your tits for good measure. Kind
of bought a clue at that point that it wasn’t what I looked like that they were
responding to, but that I was female, so a perpetual walking target.
There was the job I had to leave because the boss was a
little bit too free and easy with the touching and the comments. Everyone was
aware of it, but as it was sheepishly admitted to me it was cheaper to replace
me than to replace him. Their strategy was to hire a woman in their fifties. There
was the men in the street that told me that I should smile more, or the man who
decided to reach out a grab a boob in the middle of the street in broad
daylight. Me and those t-shirts, you’d think I’d learn!
There was telling men through body language “No”. There was
telling them verbally “No”. There was pushing them away because “No” seemed to
be heard as “keep trying”. There was leaving early because I didn’t feel safe.
There was hearing about a friend passed out in a nightclub bathroom after one
(spiked) drink, there was hearing about friends having been raped. There was
being grateful and so thankful and so lucky that it hadn’t happened to me.
There was rearranging my schedule to avoid late classes, rearranging my life
because not me, not me, not me, but knowing that I’m not immune to something
that’s happened to so many.
My life is not your life. My life as a female is different
to your life as a male. That should be stunningly obvious, but apparently it's not. My experiences are different because our socialisation
has been different, and because of this, my voice, her voice, a female voice,
should, and needs to be heard, especially when it comes to issues pertaining to women. History was written by men, pop culture is still
largely written by men writing dialogue for female characters, commentators are still largely men, but now that we’ve
squeezed a tiny (tiny) space for ourselves, now that we can speak for
ourselves, stop trying to speak for us and getting it so horribly, horribly
wrong, and stop trying to silence us. Just stop. No.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Bob Jones: Spare us from the opinions of old men
A long
time ago I was overseas and sitting on a balcony perving on women riding bikes.
These women foreigners were terrible at the art of bike riding with their
female panicking and possible perioding about the place.
Then NZ
let me back into the country where I was asked to talk, for I made a lot of
money in property and rich people should be listened to. I took along my
holiday slides and regaled them with my talk on foreign lady bikers.
Being old
and rich I have a lot of time on my hands and was spending my days complaining
about traffic lights. “Boo, traffic lights!” I would yell from my front lawn to
the street that was down the driveway a mile away. And don’t get me started
about billboards!
One of the
little people came over and I yelled at him about the traffic lights. He
interrupted me; I slapped him for his impudence, but then began to tell me that
my thinking was so amazing that the multitudes of international traffic
engineering magazines had printed these very ideas, so wondrous and profound
that they were. “Excellent!” I urged, my head bent over my steepled hands, and
amazingly the little people complied with an idea that had already been expressed by experts previous to my showing up. Such is my power.
At the
next meeting, after I had shown them slides of foreign women on Segway’s, the
council agreed to turn off the lights, which I must say made them much easier
to view. TVNZ begged to film me to sell my talks worldwide, making me the star I always should have been. But
Maurice Williamson, supposed libertarian, probable communist, used his Ministerial
powers to stop TVNZ filming. He denied me my close-up and the attention I so
desperately need and deserve. He was meant to be a Libertarian!
The
Council rallied, tearing traffic lights out and putting roundabouts in. It was
a vision to behold, a utopia of spinning in circles. But this beautiful New
World that I had created was to be undone – for like Eve cycling over to the
apple tree, we were once more doomed by the spectacle of women.
Women
drivers caused massive pile-ups at roundabouts, something that the Liberal Media
chose not to report in these PC Times. Their lady brains, filled with thoughts
of babies and shoes, meant that they screamed hysterically as they randomly
drove towards things, killing thousands of men in oncoming cars. Insurance
companies, driven by PC madness, have lower premiums for female drivers, saying
that the PC driven statistics show that they’re safer drivers, causing less accidents.
By tish, and tosh, I say, for who need evidence when you have anecdotes and outright lying.
Here I
invoke Greg King’s widow, because since his the coroners report was only just released as I
was writing this article, what a sensitive moment indeed to invoke her in my
measured bigoted ramblings. She stopped driving her five minutes to work
because it was taken her 25 minutes? Why? Women drivers! However she is a woman
driver so maybe it was her to blame. Would you like to look at some more slides?
Women
drivers cost the economy 52 billion dollars a year. Why would I make this obviously made up thing up? I’m
a rich former property developer!
A few
years ago, with the help not around, I rang 111 to yell at the police. “Police,”
I said. “Women drivers are impeding the flow of traffic. Do something about
this for I pay your wages!”. Initially they told me to bugger off, but after I
explained that I had a knighthood and was very, very rich, they stopped a
murder investigation and sent out police to watch cars going around roundabouts
and to work out the gender of the driver of each car.
They'd
bailed up a swag of these women, while wearing pinstripe suits and carrying tommy guns, reminding them of the "keep left unless
passing" rule and had them complete a two-question "tick the
box" form. Men were given a brisk handshake and were free to go. Taxpayer
money and police time well spent!
This official
police form, that obviously exists and could not possibly be made up, where women
were specifically targeted by the police and were legally required to fill out, asked
whether women were breaking the law because of “sheer bloody-mindedness”, which
many ticked. Most of them were in their 30’s which meant they were driving
badly because they didn’t have a man in their lives. At least I think this
happened, let us not forget that I’m very old. So old in fact that I will soon
have to re-sit my drivers license test because I am seen as a very possible menace
on the road, which is obviously PC madness!
Another
woman once told me that women drivers are terrible so how can I possibly make
my case anymore convincing. I know a women driver when I see one. I concede
that some women can drive, because an Asian told me this. They’re terrible
drivers as well. Did the war end?
I’ve
known many women drivers. Four in fact. One being my mother. She crashed her
car and I have been scarred ever since. MOTHER! WHY DIDN’T YOU HUG ME?!
I have
driven to my office and got there late. Why? Women drivers. I bought a
fast car and drove erratically and then the Police had the audacity to write to
me. It was probably women who complained. Women. Stupid, never hugged me
enough, women. MOTHER!
Like the
Engineers I told the Police how to do their job. People appreciated that. I
told them that though technically no illegal act had taken place they would be doing
Gods work by going to the complainants' homes, beating the crap out
of them and burning their houses down. How we laughed at my death threats!
Amazingly
they wrote me a nice reply apologising for bothering me and asked whether I
knew the address of their homes, and if I did, to inform me that they had
recently moved to an undisclosed address and to please not contact them again.
Right now
a bunch of feminists (probably communists) in Saudi Arabia (one of those sandy places) are trying to get simple
human rights like being able to drive. But women drivers are bad so men
shouldn’t give them those rights, even if they are Muslims. An Asian told me
that.
MOTHER!
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Loans for Men - FAQ
Frequently Asked Questions
1. Can I do it all online?Absolutely, from start to finish. So off with your pants, balls out, hand scratching away, beer at the ready, laptop on your erm … penis. From applying to approval to funds in your account, there’s no need to leave the house. Except to work. 'Cause you're a Man!
2. How much will you lend me MATE?
Any amount. You can choose, you're a man with a good head for figures and naturally responsible.
3. If I’m approved, when can I start spending?
Faster than a whore's fart, mate. HIGH-FIVE!
4. Do you care what I spend my loan on?
Yes we do. We want you to spend your loan on gender stereotypical items. Man items like a leaf blower, or a reconditioned Chevy, or a prostate exam or a ruler to measure your massive man schlong. Anything goes, Mate!
5. Will you keep my details private?
Of course we will. Just like you wouldn’t want anyone rummaging around in your pants legs where you keep your dangling ballsack, the details of your loan will not be discussed with anyone but you. We also have a digital privacy policy that means your data will be kept safe and secure at all times, because we understand a great big furry brute of a man might need to keep a few secrets sometimes. Feel free to worry though, because your man brain can take it.
6. Do I have to be a Man to apply?
Actually, no. Although we primarily deal with Men, we’ll take loan applications from anyone because we have to.
7. Can you recommend a good garage to tune up my bitching bike?
Well, funny you ask that. Because we loan to Men from all over New Zealand, some of them have become experts on where to get vehicles reconditioned and worked on. That's right, Men are contacting their finance company to tell them about where to go for car maitenance. This is so plausible why wouldn't you believe this complete horseshit! MATE!
8. What if I want to know more?
Send us some smoke signals, because you're a Man and hate, and are bad at, communication.
MAAAAAAATE!
/ The Opposite Land of This: https://loansforladies.co.nz/faqs/ Which is real, this is a really real thing. Apparently.
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