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Determining if your Boyfriend is Poor

By Joan E Thurman

2019-09-01.  I've known women so in love with the idea of love--so desperate for a man's compliment,  or a door opened for them; so famished for a kind word and affectionate smile, for the slightest act of chivalry--that they close their eyes to Prince Charming's obvious extreme poverty, and believe every imaginative story he tells to cover up the fact. 

Not me, some of you say. I said that once too, and I am still paying for the love we shared--in monthly installments.

Feed 'em Dogpoop Swimming in Hot Sauce! They Won't Know the Difference.

by Joan E Thurman

Congratulations, Jackass. You ate fire.

Honey'd Wings offer a civilized alternative to the fire-breathing discomfort of hot chicken-wing recipes. Have you ever observed the archetype macho-man as he shows off to his frat brothers by choking down an order of super-extra-spicy "Devil's Spit" wings? He goes red in the face, the sweat begins to pour off of him, he can't even speak for a while--and everybody knows he's not enjoying his wings, he's just proving that he can eat anything.

Allen's "Sacred Art of P-ssy Worship": Sexology or Subterfuge?

An Introduction to Ms. Juliet Allen for "Women's Supremacy" readers

by Joan E Thurman

Meet Juliet Allen, a sexologist from down under--Australia--making great strides in dignifying the irresistible allure of being sexually active for the educated gentlewomen who hasn't the time to deny her personal appetites or impose upon their potential mates the strict discipline I recommended to make them women's humble servants. My personal approach focuses on gaining complete control over a potential male partner.


But not every cosmopolitan female is interested in using men as God created them to be used, as providers of material security, emotional obedience, and sexual slavery that must be their natural role for a dynasty family to bloom. I freely admit that a pushover is not every woman's cup of tea. Still, I cannot help but note a variety of latent desire for dominance in of Ms. Allen's  philosophy . E.g., I excerpt here from her "Guide . . . P-ssy Worship." Can you feel her yearning for female power in her introduction? Heaven knows we deserve it:

Joan E: Hold Out for the Best Offer, Sister!

by Joan E Thurman

Sure, sex is great, but there are ways to get it that 
don't ruin your prospects for a wealthy husband.

. S-E-X too often results in besmirched status for college women (and graduates) if given too freely. Yet females as well as males struggle with libidinal stirrings. If you absolutely need to satisfy your physical urges, do it yourself. Before running the risk of a lifelong STD, pregnancy--or the paradox of being labeled a 'skank' or 'slut', by the same guy who was so charming the night before--think!!

Ris Puddic forto Svellan Gudrun

by Joan E Thurman


When some single working women of the 21st-century come home at the end of the day, they come to an empty space. She never was the type to take whatever she could get, so now she makes whatever she gets for herself.

Presently she takes comfort. A bowl of rice pudding ringed with cherries waits for her in the coolest place she knows. She does not gobble it down. Instead, she licks each dip of pudding from the spoon, first back and then front, languorously, until the metal shines.

Joan E knows a secret ingredient that you may want to add--to cure your loneliness. If you figure it out, use it carefully.

My Message to Sisters: Men Are Whores!

Me llamo Joan E. No soy una puta. Los hombres son los putos.

By Joan E Thurman

A truth for sisters, mothers. aunts, nieces, daughters and women and girls everywhere

These women would not be selling sex
if men were not buying it.

My name is Joan E Thurman. I had a typical American girlhood. I made a lot of mistakes. My later, more successful experiences in the kitchen--and also, wrestling in the backseats of cars--may help you avoid bad choices.

Killing the Prick with Hammy, Mammy


How's your love-life, Married Woman? 


Humor by Joan E Thurman

2020-06-06. Girlfriends, have you ever seen, heard, and smelt a truckload of pigs on their way to the house of slaughter?--a hundred unwashed swine packed closely together, squealing and incontinent from terror, their pink noses poking through bars of a death-wagon--driven by a grinning, drooling human male who watches in his rear-view mirror laughing his head off at your reaction to the atrocious reek as he s-l-o-w-l-y passes your open convertible.

Putting Your Mother-in-Law Back in the Bumpkin Batch


by Joan E Thurman
2020-9-1. Sooner or later, it comes to down to this, Sisters. During the courting phase of your husband hunt, it will become necessary that you, the prospective wife of a well-favored rich male, demonstrate to his mother and assembled family--that you not only are the most attractive, smartest woman that her son has ever fallen in love with, but also that you are a fine patissier and exceedingly gracious too. A patissier is a baker of unparalleled skill. 

Ho no mo

Joan E Thurman's View of Caveman-style Objectification!

The next time someone calls you "ho" or "bitch" or "stupid cunt" you may want to think twice about whether it is worthwhile to continue a relationship with that disrespectful person. Here's a place to discuss the issue with friends:

Ho'NoMo