Comments on: Keep South Austin just gimme that countryside

By: Chris Clarke

Chris Clarke — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:22:37 +0000

Lisa didn’t leave the puts and go back to Manhattan because despite the trope in the intro, she was happy in the greater Hooterville surround. She fit there as well as she did in NYC, and – unlike her officious husband – she made friends with the locals immediately, in an accepting and non-condescending manner, and was immediately accepted by the locals in turn.

Mr. Douglas, contrariwise, despite (or probably, in fact, due to) his lofty Noble Pastoralist schtick, the gentleman farmer plowing in a white dress shirt while feeling smarmily superior to the locals and to his own putative lover, was out of place everywhere but inside his own head. If either of the two needed to up somewhere else, it was him.

Lisa ought to have left him, but moving away would have been unfair when she’d have been happy and fulfilled living down the road with Arnold the pig and working part-time at Drucker’s store.

/bloviating ex cathedra

By: Lara

Lara — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 21:20:04 +0000

“I thought it was about feeling the saddle rubbing on your vulvar area while trotting but that never explained why girls with no access to horses were also obsessed.”

Yikes, I always found that aspect of horseback riding very unpleasant and irritating, to say the least. Especially with the western saddles…ouch

By: brainiac9

brainiac9 — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:42:38 +0000

Though I comment but rarely, I feel a deep need to express just how thrilled I am that the inimitable IBTP has fresh posts once again. Twisty, you are fabulous in the best sense of the word, and new posts always put a spring in my step. I’m also glad to hear you’ve been enjoying yourself out Stanleying – if horses didn’t make me sneeze every time I come within 10 feet, thereby causing me to develop an instinctive “no thank-you!” reaction regarding any animals with fur, I would be very jealous indeed.

By: Ron Sullivan

Ron Sullivan — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:34:51 +0000

Gorgeous toad, too. Just now got ’round to saying so.

By: OM

OM — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 21:09:12 +0000

I’ve always loved Grape Nuts. I’m not skinny, though.

By: Hattie

Hattie — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:59:48 +0000

Mother of seven drops dead on tennis court, felled by Grape Nuts starvation diet.

By: Helen

Helen — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:58:06 +0000

It’s great to see you back, Twisty!

MMM:
I thought it was about feeling the saddle rubbing on your vulvar area while trotting but that never explained why girls with no access to horses were also obsessed.

That’s a “joke” usually brought up by ignorant male assholes accompanied by the “hurh, hurh” which often accompanies stupid sexist-asshole jokes. What’s it doing on one of Twisty’s threads FFS?

It’s one of those ancient tropes, like the dumb blonde, which never die.

By: Jodie

Jodie — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:38:47 +0000

My bothers’ (er, brothers’) nickname for me when we were kids was Toad. Despite my love for toads, I hated being called one because they were all warty. IBTP that I wanted a prettier nickname then, because toads are cool.

By: Tarr

Tarr — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:39:25 +0000

Hah. Have you dealt with Stanley’s bean yet?

By: slythwolf

slythwolf — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 22:33:01 +0000

Hell, if I had a horse I would forget there was an internet, much less a patriarchy. Good on you, Twisty.

I say we form an equestrian separatist cult. I’ll be leader; everyone give me all your money so I can buy a horse.