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Pink Jobs, Blue Jobs

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‘My old enemy, we meet again.’

It’s safe to say society has changed since the middle ages. We have running water, garbage trucks, and the ability to check Facebook from the comfort of our own beds. The days of brushing our teeth with charcoal and having to marry the first person we accidentally knock-up, or get knocked-up by, are way behind us. Read the rest of this entry »

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Peter Pan Syndrome: Will Staying Young Really Win Wendy’s Heart?

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Oh Peter, you look sorta - old.

Peter stands on the shore of Never Land, golden sword trailing through shallow water. His small, pointy leather boots slowly fill with sand and discarded cigarette butts from nearby Pirate Town. A little way off shore Wendy kneels at the stern of a small launch being paddled by men with hunched shoulders and ragged hair. The men heave their oars through the water and draw closer to an impressive ship, resplendent with polished rails and colourful flags as if heralding the arrival of the young lady. Also decked out in finery is the man waiting to greet Wendy, who watches her approach through a lengthy spyglass. His richly darkened wig falls over a coat decorated with golden amulets and pearls taken from the most experienced of seafarers and the proudest of island warriors.

On the beach, Peter wipes mucus from his nose and trails it down the front of his green tunic with the back of his hand. “I thought we were in love!” he shouts at Wendy’s retreating figure.

Wendy turns and shrugs. “That may be so, but what do you expect Peter? Hook has a boat, and power, and treasure. He’s taking me to Bora Bora!” Read the rest of this entry »

When All the Planets of the Solar System Align, Then we’ll Have Sex.

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"You're right, this IS more interactive than a Wii console!"

We love sex. I love sex, you love sex, my 65 year old neighbours love sex. Actually, they really, really love sex – loud sex. Before you even finish your eye-opener coffee in the morning, you’ve probably been spanked with the notion of sex in a dozen different ways from a dozen different angles. Be it through the telly, newspaper, online news, patting the sauce bottle, squeezing your toothpaste, it’s bloody-well everywhere.

Maybe that’s why everyone freaks out when they think they ain’t gettin’ enough. Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Jake Fox

September 22, 2010 at 8:26 pm

I Do – But I Don’t Do Your Name.

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This is a debate I know can get ugly. After writing, I’m going to be looking over my shoulder expecting to be dragged into dark alleys by high-powered female business women and academics. I’ll be tied up with their slimming Shapewear, beaten with iPads and left as a warning to other men who foolishly dare broach the subject.

This subject can get ugly.

After watching a movie the other day called Hot Tub Time Machine – seriously hilarious, there’s a drunken dude dressed as a bear, freakin gold. I began thinking about the traditionally slippery slope of working out what happens to your surname after marriage.

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