Not my best pic, but I wanted to put on one in which I seem a bit more “serious”.
Beer, it does the body good. (well, excluding the liver).
Blondie,
You are the one worried about being inexperienced with guys? You are not bad looking at all. If you ever come by Virginia I might be tempted to give you a little experience.
The scary thing is, I only had to read the content of the above post to know who posted it. It’s great that we have people fulfilling different roles in this humble community!
i raise my goblet of rock to you Bill,
- ben
I like the picture w/ Alcatraz in it, it makes me mildly home-sick (not that I was raised in a high-security prison, lol). I grew up in Cali. I have been to San Francisco numerous times… toured Alcatraz once, and rode a ferry tour by it twice (went on to see the Golden Gate bridge). Mostly went to Pier 39 (if I am remembering the number correctly) and Fisherman’s Warf. It’s been years.
No doubt he is looking for more “material”.
haha ill have to take you up on that, but what kind of experience do you mean exactly? Haha oh this is a better pic of my sister and i ha im on the left in case you didnt know
Nice ass.
this’ll probably be the only time i agree with Dr. S
This is me in my rock and roll alter-ego. Me, me, me!
wow, hubba hubba!
tkingdoll
I like your picture. I always have this thing about women, hair, busy doing something like art, music, etc in photographs. Very Nice. Thanks for sharing.
Why is it that every time an attractive female posts here picture on this thread, all the horny little punks gotta make some snide comment? You might as well say “open yer legs, bitch, cause I’m not the least bit interested in your mind.”
While you all think the girl is flattered(as if she needed you to remind her that she is attractive), she might likely be disappointed. But she wouldn’t tell you that because she’ll take what she can get, obviously.
If I were a beautiful female, and you made a comment like that to me, I’d tell you to go suck your own dick.
Let me tell you all something about being “beautiful.” Its cheap. You’ve done nothing…you were born that way. You get no credit or admiration because you have made no effort. If you want to be liked, create your character. Make something out of nothing. Earn your admiration. Cause I’m here to tell you, ladies, if you didn’t have that ass, you wouldn’t get the time of day from these punks around here.
Who doesn’t, moron?
Okay, so, tkingdoll, Blondie, Ikiningyo…tell me. Is this the kind of philosophy you are looking for?
If you are going to say “no, but I like the compliments,” you are lying and I know better, so save it.
Here’s a little advice. Stick with Polemarchus and Logo. I’ve seen more philosophy produced by these two guys in five months than I’ve seen produced by this entire forum as long as its existed. Most people here are flakes. Don’t let it happen to you.
-de’trop/Nanook
Wow! de’trop, you need to get laid, man. That compliment I give is a sincere one that does not have anything to do with a girl/woman’s intelligence. I will give a compliment to anyone who deserves it. Hmmm, I wonder why my post should so concern you. Have you noticed the sign outside?—Mundane Babble.
A compliment is NOT an invitation for anything—unless if you’re you de’trop.
lol!!!
wow!!!
de’trop, ummm, lol
ahh forget it.
Hey Blondie, my business phone number is listed on XXIentertainment.com in the ‘contact us’ section. Help yourself sweety if you need to feel assured on your intelligence. 
(that was a joke by the way. But you can call me.)
BTW guys this is me…
compliments on a postcard.
- ben
De’Trop-
Couldn’t agree more.
Ben-
With one picture you’ve summed up De’trop’s entire post.
I’m not looking for any kind of philosophy in a thread entitled ‘Mundane Babble’.
This may come as a complete surprise to you but the vast majority of women WANT to be considered beautiful. That’s why we spend so much time and money on make-up, hair, clothes, etc. How many women do you know who aren’t on a diet? Not many, I bet.
I’m not particularly flattered when I get compliments, but I am amused and pleased. Clearly a photograph of me playing an instrument would suggest that I am a performer and therefore like attention.
Also, why on earth do you think I posted that particular photo? So people here would say ‘hey, she looks like an intelligent young lady’…or because I want people to think ‘hey, she’s cute!’ It’s pretty obvious from my writing that I’m not stupid, so any photo I post is obviously meant to flatter my looks. If I wanted to impress with my IQ in this thread I would have sawn off the top of my head and taken a polaroid of my grey matter.
Well that’s just plain nonsense. How about we replace the word ‘beautiful’ with the words ‘intellectually gifted’? It now reads like this:
Let me tell you all something about being “intellectually gifted.” Its cheap. You’ve done nothing…you were born that way. You get no credit or admiration because you have made no effort.
See? You can’t say that natural beauty isn’t valid if natural intelligence is. And as far as making an effort goes, I wear makeup and style my hair to enhance my looks in the same way that I read and observe to enhance my brains. I fail to see the difference.
I was getting replies to my posts before I ever posted a picture. I can’t speak for any of the other ladies but I’m sure that’s the case from them too.
Your tone here is a little patronising but as I’m nearly thirty not thirteen I’m going to laugh it off and avoid getting embroiled in any name-calling or ‘I know best so anything you say is crap’ volley.
One other comment. This:
from Arctic is a lovely, polite, compliment and I’m very pleased to have received it. “Wow, hubba hubba” is less eloquent but made me laugh out loud, for which I am also grateful.
And finally, why shouldn’t Blondie want to be told she has a nice ass? I’m sure a nice ass is preferable to an ugly one.
Wow ben, Hubba Hubba.
De’trop…
I cannot speak for anyone else, but personally, I appreciate feminine beauty however it is represented. Be it in the real world, on film, or even a picture posted on a site dedictaed to philosophy in a forum entitled “Mundane babble” on the internet.
If beauty has no inherent value, then there can be nothing intrinsically bad about it, or in appreciating it, because, it is valueless. Personally I believe beauty has value unto itself, but I do not need that to be true to argue that there is nothing wrong in appreciating beauty. I admit that, in the modern world, the concept of ‘beautiful’ has become common, and therefore much of it is not what I would consider beautiful. But that’s just me.
That stated, if I am fortunate enough to view the Sistene chapel as I hope to do one day, and allow my little agnostic heart to be awed by something beautiful for the sake of its beauty, I do not see a problem in allowing myself to be awed by feminine beauty as represented in the being of tkingdoll and as presented over this medium we call the internet. If a benign “Wow. Hubba Hubba” offends you, let me be the first to apologize, as I would never wish to offend someone who clearly gets off on creating controversy where, I know in my case, no such controversy exists.
Of course, so they can land a man, have their needs provided for by that man, and reproduce with that man…only to spawn worthless and pathetic offspring just like themselves. The trade is filthy. For what is “beauty” if not the catalyst for sex. And what is sex if not…well, let me show you what sex in the modern world has become:
Its two o’clock in the morning. You have apprehended the man of your desire at the local bar(the place where empty capitalist consumers can show off their clothes, hair-dos, careers, and compete among the others for the title of “most valuable and virtuous human being”). The two of you get a cab, and continue the worthless conversation while the driver stares at you in the rear-view mirror, cursing your male friend for bagging what he couldn’t possibly ever get(remember, he doesn’t have the clothes, the hair-do, or the carreer to impress you). When you arrive at your house(you certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable at his house since you barely know him, but then again, you’ll be fucking him in ten minutes flat anyway where ever you are…pick a spot.) You take him up into your room with the red bulb, incense, psycedelic posters, delicate feminine embroidered what nots, country song round-up books, pink stuffed animals, and the sweaty little grey satin sheets that smell like the stuff they put in the toilet paper rolls. You are sensitive…you are in “love.” You pour a couple drinks(so you’ll have an excuse if things don’t work out…you were drunk and not “thinking clearly,” remember) and put on a Carly Simon record. With one last look at him as he sits there buldging with muscle and the latest fashions, you knod and sigh. This time your are certain he’s “the one.” He’s not like the “others,”(the last nine guys that blatantly lied but were still clever enough to convince you since it doesn’t take much to make you believe anything) who just want to use you. You know this because he passed your test at the bar. He answered the insignificant questions you asked him correctly. Yep, he’s the one. So you take your pants off, slowly remove the uncomfortable piece of fabric riding your ass that you call a “g-string,” put on your pouting sexy face, and the aforementioned “hunk” mounts you. As he plunges his way in, watching your face for signs of pain so he can fulfill his fantasy of being the superman with the biggest dick, you hear this little voice in your ear as he whispers: “I’m in you!!!” All you can say is “ouch,” but if you hang on, he’ll be dropping the wad pretty soon now. Horray. What a glorious accomplishment. Flesh smacking, sweat pouring. Humanity at its finest moment. In and out…in and out…in and out, oh, and in and out some more. It took seven dates for you to get to this point where you would allow him this entry. Only to have him cum all over your face, light a cigarrette, and call his friends so he can brag about your ass. You ask if he would like to hear you play a song on guitar, maybe talk a little…he makes an excuse and asks to use the phone instead: “Look what I got, guys. Yeah, I got in her pants finally. Here, smell my fingers. See, I told you. This time I only had to take her out seven times before I had her convinced that I was really attracted to her personality, her character, her intelligence, etc. Heh, but then again, what do I know about “intelligence,” in fact, who cares, I just want her to lay back with her mouth open. Its fairly easy. Go get cha one. They’re everywhere…the shopping malls, the clubs, the bars. They turn out by the dozen.”
Okay, so I’m kidding. Or am I?
Sweetheart, “beauty” is not a colored pencil scribbled all around you eye. Nor is it the organic and enviromentally safe hair spray you put all over the dead protein sprouting from your head. Nor is it the whale blubber you smear all over your eating hole. Nor is it a Tommy Hilfiger skirt that was sown by some ten year old kid in a third world country for thirteen cents a day.
Right, because you then know that he wants you, and he can’t have you. This empowers you. He waits suspended on your every word. “I wonder if she’ll PM me and want to get together.”
Alright, I’ll stop. Perhaps I should show you the real human nature behind our moralities first, and then make the sarcastic comments after you have an understanding. I’ll save that for a later date. Meanwhile, carry on with the mundane babble…or is it philosophy. Oh, nevermind. I can no longer distinguish the one from the other.
Ben, is it cool if I post a picture of my hairy ass in this thread. I mean, while were on asses, I might as well post my own.
I prefer my hand over the mindless bimbos, thank you. Besides, I’ve had sex that you couldn’t possibly imagine. I lost count at nineteen years old. I assure you I haven’t missed out on anything. Been there and done that, my friend.