Mailbag: Errant Questions

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Mailbag: Errant Questions

So after the first few thousand hits on the blog (which, thank you all, the response has been amazing) I’ve decided to go with a tried and true method of writing a post answering reader questions. Most of these have filtered in through email, some in person, and I’ve paraphrased the most common ones. I’ll try to get to everything, but no promises. Questions are in BOLD, and here we go:

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Women We’ll Never Date: Janelle Monae

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Women We’ll Never Date: Janelle Monae

For a second, let’s just ignore how breathtakingly gorgeous she is. Janelle Monae is just so damn cool. There is something incredibly sexy about a woman who is completely comfortable in her skin and who she is. Ms. Monae’s style, her music, her everything, is so uniquely hers. A lot of times you see the contrived ways that an artist will try to set themselves apart (re: Miley) but when you see someone’s music and style as a true reflection of who they are, it is absolutely striking.

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Getting Breakfast With a Stripper (Pt. 2)

Getting Breakfast With a Stripper (Pt. 2)

Ok, now, where did we leave off…ah yes, ‘Velvet’.

First can we stop for a second to acknowledge how incredibly ludicrous it must be to introduce yourself with a name like ‘Lexus’ or ‘Fantasy’. I understand why they do it, to protect themselves from stalkers, but still, it was just a really funny notion that these names were somehow used and people thought that these names would somehow make them sexier.

But anyways, so Velvet introduced herself. The first thing that I liked was that she didn’t plant herself on my lap. I understand that they’re trying to prey on my baser instincts, but as someone who was sober and quite cognizant of my personal space, it was a nice change.

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Getting Breakfast With a Stripper (Pt. 1)

Getting Breakfast With a Stripper (Pt. 1)

Before your thoughts go completely into the gutter, no, I did not sleep with a stripper, nor is this an entry about some sort of sordid conquest. Just take it for what it is.

Anyways, I’ve been back from Vegas for a while now, but I remember one of the first times I was there, at that point i had never been to, shall we say, a ‘shoe-modeling establishment’.

Wait for it….there it is.

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