Always Do Your Beast
Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret …
No, Curare Z, I’m NOT Mr. Roboto, though I do occasionally dress up as a creepy robot and chase kids around the neighborhood with an axe. But I digress.
My skeleton in the closet is much less sinister—and much less of a true secret.
As many of you probably already know, I’m a beast. I am admitting here, for the first time, to my repeat offenses over on the Beauty vs. the Beast blog. Because I’m busy this week and will not have a new post up here for a few days, I will direct you to there for a laugh or ten. It’s full of insightful, and usually hilarious, male and female perspectives on important questions of sex, dating etiquette, or … well, sex.
If you feel the need for proof that men and women are different but can express their differences with tongues firmly in cheek—their own or someone else’s—check out BvtB. Here are links to my three posts there so far:
1. Back in January, I addressed these questions with Jane: When will the United States be led by a woman...if ever? Would a woman make an effective president? Enjoy the banter here.
2. Then last month, I foolishly chose to match wits with Curare Z on this doozie: What can a man or woman do to make sure they leave a favorable impression when meeting someone for that first date? Add a dash of sarcasm, stir, and serve.
3. And today’s new post poses the following dilemma, which I was honored to spar with Ella M. about: Jack and Jill, the two final candidates for a job, are identical in every way—except Jack is married with two children and Jill is a single mother of two. Who do you pick and why? Come watch the fur fly.
And if reading BvtB posts inspires you to pen your own smart-ass opinions, Fuzz and Siren are always looking for clever beasts and beauties—join the fun!