I know this post will be deleted as soon as the Gestapo here finds it (and that I'll likely be banned for having the temerity to mouth off to the all-powerful MODERATORS, Jesus Christ), but I wanted to register my distress at the way this once-vital website has degenerated into, well, groupthink. If you disagree with the eds here (or, God forbid, REPLY TO A COMMENT HORTENSE DOESN'T LIKE and then DEFEND YOURSELF by mentioning that the FORMAT HERE "approves" a comment, not the act of replying to a comment) you're destarred or banned.

Once this was a place that welcomed dissent, snarky commentary, and truly divergent points of view. Now it's become a vapid, vanilla landscape of paranoid commenters and dictatorial editors.

I'm sad to be leaving this place. I've been here for a long time. I'll miss what it once was...but then, I've missed that for quite a while now.

#groupthink
@Hortense Smith: You're unbelievable. Enjoy your dictatorship here; I'm so fucking out.

#offtopic
@Hortense Smith: I responded. I didn't approve. It's the format here that banks replies as approval.

#offtopic
Looking at Patricia Clarkson followed by Bridget Marquardt is like drinking a phenomenal Bordeaux with a Twinkie chaser.
...attempting to flee 1988, apparently.
Yeah, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana were real selfish bitches. And don't even get me started on that Angelina Jolie with her "humanitarianism" and "love for children". Pretty people are SO shallow. And mean! Really really mean. Like Sandra Bullock and Robert Redford. The dicks.
Holy dislocated pelvis, Batman!
I think the best argument for leaving a familiar place is the stale, inbred ways of thinking that can accumulate in a set-in-its ways, traditional sort of society/region/country.

To be honest, though, I might be a little bit biased toward changing horses in midstream. I was a Navy brat for most of my childhood (Hawaii, Washington state, Virginia). I spent my adolescence and early adult years in the American south (OMG it wrote the BOOK on tradition), transplanted to far Eastern Oregon after a nasty divorce in my mid-thirties (Oregon Trail holla!), and wound up married in Massachusetts (wow it's fast up in here). Every move cost me major culture shock, and every move taught me irreplaceable lessons about people and myself I would never, ever have learned in any other way.

Relocating is lonely, terrifying, and a jolt to the comfort zone - all very good reasons to strike out for new territories when the one you're in grows stultifying.

This post reminds me so very much of Nathaniel Hawthorne's wonderful quote from The Custom-House. Jhumpa Lahiri used it as an epigraph and an inspiration for the title and themes in her incredible, nuanced collection of short stories, Unaccustomed Earth, most of which are about the dreamy sort of dislocation and uneasy assimilation experienced by expats.

"Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth."

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@BFF: Some weeks were made for popcorn, surfing the net, and watching junky movies in your jammy pants. Showers detract from the ambiance. (See also: camping.)
@silk_spectre: Stinky and unemployed, but together. But not in a sexual way. Raiding has priority over such mundane RL activities!

I kid. Sorta.
@leviathan: I bet Angelina Jolie's smells like jasmine, musk, and a sprinkling of humanitarian charity work. Betty White's smells like sassy retorts crossed with Chanel no.5. And Lohan's like cinnamon and last night's blow.
@OracleofGomorrah: Or sniff and scratch if it's BV.
@anaisnun: TMI ALERT: TMI TMI TMI TMI DO NOT SAY YOU WERE NOT WARNED.

Um. How DO you deal with this? Sperm gets positively rancid after sitting in the ladyflower for a while, but douching is supposedly bad news for keeping all the healthy flora intact.

I take an acidophilus supplement daily and use a vaginal suppository of a powdered acidophilus capsule if I get a yeast infection or bacterial vaginosis (oh, the heartbreak of fishytwat!). The acidophilus suppository appears to torpedo anything this side of osteoporosis. I can't recommend it (or, for a milder poultice, a tampon dipped in plain Greek yogurt) enough for such, um, female troubles.

Since I started taking the acidophilus orally I hardly ever have either of those issues now. But damned if I ever get those kinds of infections outside of the slimy presence of sperm.

And what do you do about that day-after funk you're describing? I know the vagina is a self-cleaning organ and I guess the miasma is pretty much gone within 24 hours at the most, but wow that smell can be RIPE.
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