If she isn't paid to, or if she refuses payment for the act or refuses to act for the payment, that should be enough. We don't expect De Niro to do his "Captain Shakespeare" bit from 'Stardust' if we happen to meet him? We'd feel lucky he even bothered to give us his autograph.
Demon Knight.
Well, okay. The movie is pretty shite. But the soundtrack is great. Got Megadeth, got Sepultura, I think even Henry Rollins and White Zombie were there too.
It was good. 'The Postman', too.
Basically, Kevin Costner is good, even if doesn't always pick the best roles.
Oh right.
Wasn't that supposed to be a thing? You could only make a DK if you'd sacrifice one of your 55+ level characters?
Or maybe I just had a weird dream.
"Man's Search for Meaning" could help you? Viktor Frankl lived through concentration camps and then went on to write a book about forgiveness and finding meaning in horror.
Anyway. Forgiveness isn't about the other person saying "I'm sorry" and you saying "It's okay". It's you saying "You know what? I'm not going to let this stuff upset me anymore. I'm going to pray they have the best possible life."
Forgiving has nothing to do with the other person's remorse. It's all about your attitude, that you can one day (I hope) see that you're a good person, that no matter how "small" your contribution is, you're still doing a thing to keep society rolling.
"Copy of the white album" sounds terribly specific.
For my part, I'd have thrown it back and begged to get 'Revolver' instead. Even if it's been copied from a cassette that was copied from the vinyl that was then copied to mp3...
If self-termination was a thing, there wouldn't be any need for abortion. Or at least, hopefully there wouldn't be.
It would be fantastic if people just didn't do the thing that could result in pregnancy unless they were ready to deal with the outcome.
And everyone who has had a miscarriage or stillbirth (of a wanted child) doesn't like it when the body terminates the pregnancy on its own. At least, I don't want to tell my friends that their miscarriage was due to him raping her - for one thing, I don't think she would agree that's what happened, and also, they had kids before and after the miscarriage/stillbirth (I'm not entirely sure of the correct English terms).
It's possible to both oppose "intentionally killing a human" and not oppose "natural death of a human".
And of course, someone saying that a woman can, intentionally or not, produce stress hormones that will make her "incapable of carrying a viable egg" is talking out of their butt.
Could be a part of the reason, even if you only read porn instead of watching it. As long as it's in English rather than your native language, it's going to sound better in English.
For my part, I don't know if I could ever do "dirty talk" in my native language. I could do "affirmative talk", but the dirty words in my languages are just too demeaning to use in the act (unless asked for, I guess). But in English? No problem.
For my part, English "dirty words" for genitals just don't carry the same weight as the equivalent words do in English. "C*nt" is fine, "t*ss*" or "f*tt*" isn't.
Same as with swearing, really. We'll happily say "Jesus Christ!" (in our pronunciation, "dee-sess kraist!") but very few will exclaim "Jesús Kristur!" unless it's a really big deal. English cursing is just "weak" and "soft" to us who grew up with Hollywood films in the 1980s. Dropping an "f-bomb" barely raises an eyebrow, and when it does it's more "Who is this moron who can't express themselves in their native language?" and not "Oh, they said a bad word..."
Is that because you watch more English porn than German?
And what are the chances anyone could figure out what priest this is? It's a bit of a difference complaining on Reddit where everyone is anonymous unless they want not to be (or someone really makes an effort to dox them).
From the post, I can't even tell if that's in Flanders, Portugal or Spain, over the hills and far away.
So they say.
On the other hand, most people I know would go for the nuts if they felt someone was trying to hurt their eyes. I've been playing with swords for about ten years (with all the appropriate protective gear) and people who have been there for a a number of years still flinch and make a panic defence whenever I thrust at their face.
So, in a way, "Go for the eyes, Boo, go for the eyes!" might only work if the attacker is already very close.
I don't remember where I heard it, but when asked "Why did you gouge out their eyes?" there's a big difference between answering "I had to, your honor" and "I had to, officer".
Yeah, but his mistress was Hungarian...
(I don't know if she was, I just wanted to make Italian sound like the sexiest language.)
I could imagine someone reverting to Catholicism later in life - in my mid-40s, let's say - would never really get on board with "praying to a saint", but that might also be because we don't have the knowledge of saints that cradle Catholics do.
Our Father and sign of the cross before bed and when waking up is already taught to us and almost an instinct, but including saints isn't really instinctive yet. But who knows, with a reminder to do so, that could become an instinct as well.
I do remember a few years ago, when I was just starting to think "Hey, maybe I should look more seriously at Catholicism?" and a friend of mine lost her mobile, and I thought of St. Anthony. Something along the lines of "Hey, if you could help her recover her phone, that'd be grand" (obviously, I have no idea if there any "formal prayers" for this). And then she got it back the next morning, an honest taxi driver returned the call from my phone, and so we went and picked it up the next day.
Being straightforward is actually the best. I (unwisely) became infatuated with a coworker. I asked her out, she said "I'm really busy right now" - and she was, working two jobs, taking Norwegian courses, that's a lot of busyness. I was an idiot so I waited a couple of months and asked again and she said yes! On my way to the place where the date was to take place, she sent me a message along the lines of "Hey, I'm actually really tired after work, I can't make it today". Unfortunately, I had a phone dumber than me and she sent it over Facebook, so I waited for two pints before realising she wouldn't show up. So I had a third pint and went home, saw her message, and for whatever reason apologised that I didn't have a smartphone.
Fortunately a short while later, there was a seminar at the place we worked. For those not familiar with Norwegian culture, "workplace seminar" means "We all work together, and now we're all getting drunk together". And it was only there, when her and I were both very drunk, that I learned that me asking her out actually made her feel pretty uncomfortable, that she had wanted to say "No" but felt uncomfortable saying that.
As it happens, 7 or 8 years later, we're pretty good friends (don't worry, she's married and I have no intention of being a third person, or wishing anyone the difficulties and pain of getting an annulment). But it sure would have been nice if I had just gotten a straightforward "NO, I will NEVER date a coworker" the first time I asked.
But who knows? Maybe we wouldn't have eventually became (becommen?) friends if all that hadn't happened before.
Not Catholic, but me and my sister wore the same white gown when we were baptised. It's been a while since I've seen the pictures, but from what I remember it was very frilly, lots of lace. On the other hand, my little sister is already 40, so times and fashion may have changed some since then.
The whole point of that is that if she got pregnant, she liked it. Sort of like orgasm during the assault (or for men, at least ejaculation) - obviously they liked it, otherwise why did they orgasm/ejaculate? Same logic as "If you don't like being tickled, why are you laughing?"
In a way, I regret not having taken a completely different route with education. Rather than doing what I did (trying at philosophy and learning I wasn't cut out for it - it was fun for a bit, but it quickly just became "too much air" and getting caught up in tiny details when discussing stuff that's of limited interest or impact to most), I should have either gone into nursing, or otherwise something like carpentry or plumbing. Should probably have gone into nursing right from the start.
But on the other hand, things are good now. Moved to another country, made new friends from faraway places and even had opportunities to travel there (for those friends' weddings), solid job in nursing, life is good. Who knows? Maybe it would have been better if I had become a nurse 25 years ago, or maybe I'd be a burned-out husk who smokes two packs a day and downs a bottle of wine every day. Sort of difficult to really know.
An emperor of the Holy Roman Empire supposedly said "I speak Italian to my mistress and German to my horse".
I don't know if there's any one, but a sense of humour is always nice. For example, I've been working at a nursing home for about 12 years now. Many years ago, one of our residents was a bedridden old lady in her early 90s. Cognitively everything was in order, she just didn't want to get out of bed, and was "full of days", as they say.
At the time, I had shoulder-long brown hair and a decent beard (also brown; for context, also brown eyes). One morning I go into her room to give her her morning wash and change of diapers. She looks up at me and says
"Jesus! Have you come to take me home?"
I stand there a bit surprised, wondering if she just suddenly lost it. And then she starts laughing and laughing. So yeah, she's pretty unforgettable, 8 years since she passed.
There was another lady there, pretty far gone with Alzheimer's. She could still speak, though, and she usually said one of two things to me.
"Do you know, you look exactly like Jesus" and "You're such a handsome young man [I was early-to-mid 30s at the time], you best not be fooling the girls" (we're not in an English-speaking country, but I think that's a fairly good translation of what she said; another option instead of "fooling" could be "deceiving").
As an Icelander who's lived in Norway for over a decade now, I'm starting to see Norwegians almost like a varied bunch of people, difficult to sum up in a few traits. Not terribly difficult to get to know, either.
Although I've also been told Bergensere (the vast majority of Norwegians I know, and the rest from other parts of the Vestlandet) are a special breed, different from the rest.
But anyway, I live here, have settled in, no intention of moving again.
I sort of wish I had a woman to nag me, then I'd probably have a cleaner flat. I have no problem doing dishes, cooking, laundry. But apparently I'm blind or apathetic to dust and general mess in the living room (right now, there's a bill on the couch, I paid it online in March or April but it's still laying there on the couch and who cares if the top shelf that only people taller that 2.3 metres will ever see is a little dusty?).
On a video about a Margot Robbie doll...
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