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(69 People Likes) What do I get for a two year old girl who doesn't like dolls?
l ‘boy’s toys’. There are not really boy’s toys and girl toys. There are just toys. But Western media advertisers push what they think parents want for their kids. They think parents want dolls for girls and cars for boys. It is a vicious circle. It also depends on the child too. You can introduce her to new experiences, like music, with toy instruments, or puzzle shapes, building blocks, pull-along toys etc. She may be old enough for a kick-along riding toy (those things with no pedals). Even toy computers that teach counting, or play tunes when buttons are pushed, Just make sure there are no small parts to choke on or inhale, read the labels for safety information. Have a good look at everything in the store including the toys with boys photos on the packaging. This can subtley push parents away from these for girls. Toys are now more gender role separated than in any time in history. And nearly every damned thing for girls is colourd freaking PINK! A tricycle used to be a tricycle and came in blue or red or green. Now girls routinely get a pink tricycle, doll’s house, toy tool set, and dress-up fairy outfits and fluffy toys. How about a red train instead of pink one, or a green kickalong riding toy instead of pink or white with pink ears? There are a lot of other colours in the world, why do girls get only pink? Sheesh! Generally, boys get the interesting toys, that do things and stimulate the mind. Girls get more passive toys that encourage them to think about appearance and decoration. Or do housework. A kid with an inquiring mind who is interested in how things work, building stuff and/or is interested in action and excitement won’t see much fun in a doll which just slumps somewhere. I used to pretend to be a doctor and shoved needles into my doll’s arm to give medicine. I much prefered my Matchbox cars and toy planes. I still had five children and like to drive cars, and did not go into medicine as a career. I wanted to be a vet but we could not afford university back then, So don’t worry about the doll, get her a range of toys. Let her play with things she likes and encourage her to have fun and learn. Don’t overlook making toys out of ordinary household stuff, For my grand-daughter I take a big box and we built a car, drawing wheels, steering wheel , lights and doors on it. She spent a good three days playing with it and when it was falling apart we just threw it out and built a cardboard car garage for her toy cars. We made playdough and finger paint. I just keep rotating the toys, resources and activity so nothing gets boring. Happy playing. Also choice of toys does not impact on a kid’s future sexuality. This is one worry which unnecessarily s scares parents, who then try to restrict kids to play with ‘acceptable’ toys. Boys who play with dolls are just role-playing parenting, and girls who play with cars like the excitement. If you are not the parent stay away from toy weapons, unless it is Star Wars or something. (In Australia pa
(92 People Likes) What is the history of masturbation?
of how it was considered at those times, it should suffice to tell you that the etymology of the word comes from Latin masturbari or rape with a hand. Its history, however starts at the beginning of times. The oldest evidence we have is about women. Even primitive women dedicated themselves to the pleasures of masturbation: in 2005, in the cave of Hohle Fels , Germany, was found a polished stone 28,000 years old: the first known "dildo" in history, to date. A green phallus from 4000 years ago is exhibited in the museum of sexual culture of Shanghai. In China masturbation was considered acceptable for women, but dangerous for men, because they were believed to waste life energy (a concept that we will encounter again later in my answer). The opposite of what happens today, when female masturbation is considered more taboo than male's. 28,000 years old dildo found in Hohle Fels. Religions and cultures. For many ancient religions the universe began with an auto-erotic act : Atum , the Egyptian god of creation, generated the first beings by "spitting them out of his mouth. To explain how Atum did this, the myth uses the metaphor of masturbation, with the hand he used in this act representing the female principle inherent within him draining its sperm." This is one of the reasons why masturbation is taboo in many cultures : sexual self-sufficiency is a divine prerogative. In classical cultures, however, masturbation was considered a natural practice. The philosopher Diogenes of Sinope (fourth century BC.) practiced masturbation in public, for it was a physical need like any other, for him. Galen of Pergamon , a physician who lived in the second century AD., prescribed masturbation to men to regulate the production of body fluids and to women to cure nerve disorders. The Stoics exalted masturbation as an expression of self-sufficiency. A satyr struggling with masturbation in a vase of the sixth century BC. The Bible's misunderstanding. To the contrary of many people beliefs, The Bible does not mention masturbation: onanism (now synonymous with masturbation) comes from Onan , a character of the Genesis. But in reality he was not condemned by God for masturbation, but for Coitus interruptus : he scattered the seed in order not to have children from Tamar, the widow of his brother, whom he had married. Onan and Tamar in a painting of 1892 by Alexandre Cabanel . The first adversities. Christianity initially almost ignored masturbation, simply framing it as a "softening" of the soul . Later, it was defined as a moral disorder. Thomas Aquinas in the thirteenth century listed masturbation among the most serious sins against nature (the deliberate use of the sexual faculty outside normal conjugal relations essentially contradicts its finality). But the warning did not breach: in 1621, the English physician Robert Burton (scholar) in his book The Anatomy of Melancholy promoted the practice of masturbation among depressed women. The Beggar's Benison. Despite the spreading of criticism against masturbation, the practice remained a pretty popular and widely accepted one in 1700. 18th century Scottish men got together and formed a gentlemen's club devoted to "the convivial celebration of male sexuality", called The Beggar's Benison . The Beggar’s Benison affiliates met to eat, drink, talk about sex and masturbate together. Their initiation ceremony included men putting their erect penises against one another's on a plate, covered with a napkin. It makes you blind. Or not? In 1760 came The Onanism, by the Swiss physician Samuel-Auguste Tissot : this was the first "scientific" treatise about the alleged damage caused by masturbation; its theories are, unfortunately, still largely accepted in modern times by large ignorant parts of the world population. Yes, I'm talking about the myth for which masturbation would be the cause of blindness. According to Tissot's treatise, the solitary pleasure caused blindness because with ejaculation was lost zinc, an element that protected the eyes from the light. Also, masturbation made weak because the scattered seed contained vital energy. And finally, since the orgasm was like an epileptic discharge, it was believed that masturbation was a primary cause of epilepsy. Business and The Age of Enlightenment killed masturbation. The first real campaign against masturbation began in England in 1712 for marketing reasons. A doctor, maybe John Marten (the pamphlet came out anonymous), published Onania, a treatise where he explained the dangers of practicing masturbation. He also offered remedies : "aromatic tobacco" as a tonic and "herbal fortifying dust" to get back on track after a long orgy with themselves. In short, the specter of masturbation was born to make money exploiting morality. The treatise was very successful and the campaign against masturbation gathered momentum. Moreover, in the Age of Enlightenment the practice was condemned because it gave vent to the instincts at the expense of reason and favored loneliness over healthy social life. A Victorian anti masturbation device. One of the most important opponents of masturbation was the American John Harvey Kellogg , born in 1852, brother of the founder of the dynasty of cereals. An Adventist physician, Kellog advocated the feeding of fiber-based food right to fight masturbation, "an abominable crime." Also his contemporary Sylvester Graham , the inventor of the eponymous sugary crackers, studied a diet to calm down the impulse to masturbate. Masturbation and animals interlude. Masturbation is not just a human prerogative. Animals masturbate too and some, indeed, often and regularly. The monkeys masturbate with hands; the males especially at the sight of females of their own species or of humans mating. Dolphins rub their penis on the back of tortoises or expose it to the rhythmic pressure of a water jet as observed in specimens in captivity. Dogs, horses and donkeys rub their penis against their belly (the deer does it against trees). Bitches, mares, cows and cats rub their genitals on the ground, against trees or other objects when they are on "heat". The roosters sometimes mimic sexual intercourse with an imaginary chicken, reaching ejaculation. A Bonobo busy masturbating. The resurrection. Autoerotism (a term coined in 1899 by British sexologist Havelock Ellis ) was revalued by medicine: according to the Cancer Council Victoria in Melbourne, masturbation reduces by 65% the risk of prostate cancer ( limiting the stagnation of the seed). In women it facilitates sharper ultrasound scans, promoting blood flow to the vagina. Statistically, women discover masturbation later than men. This is because female genitals are more difficult to "explore" than men's. A Hand Crank Vibrator (Germany, 1910). The arts helped the revival of masturbation too. In several paintings of the '700 allusions to masturbation were more or less obvious. But it is with the '900 that masturbation starts being treated shamelessly from art. In 1913 the Austrian painter Gustav Klimt exalted erotic self-sufficiency of women in various paintings. In the 20's, in Paris, the Surrealists, such as André Breton and Luis Buñuel , met in homes for collective masturbation rites, as an act of nonconformity. And Salvador Dalí devoted to the solitary pleasure one of his best known works, The Great Masturbator . The "secret vice" has also become performance : in 1972, the Italian-American artist Vito Acconci , laid hidden underneath a gallery-wide ramp installed at the Sonnabend Gallery , masturbating while vocalizing into a loudspeaker his fantasies about the visitors walking above him on the ramp. The work was called the Seedbed and in 2005 was replicated by Marina Abramović . The Great Masturbator, Salvador Dalí. The unexpected evolution. One of the first models of inflatable doll in history was ordered by Adolf Hitler and built by Danish doctor Olen Hannussen to raise the morale of Nazi soldiers. Obviously it had to be Aryan: tall, blond, blue eyes and white skin. The Führer did not have time to test it. Today the market offers dolls much more cutting-edge, from $ 4,500 up. A couple of final curiosities about masturbation. In 1883 Dr Joseph Mortimer Granville came up with an invention to relieve muscle tension in men and women. It worked better on women and it was the first Electro-mechanical Vibrator . The Romans masturbated with their left hands. Ancient Pompeii graffiti read "when my worries oppress by body, with my left hand, I release my pent up fluids." And Ovid , Pliny the Elder , and others, used the left hand as a metaphor for masturbation. Sources, a
(92 People Likes) How does law enforcement know you don’t have more passengers in your vehicle in the HOV lane?
lier, he placed the blame on the morning traffic. He didn't carpool, but there were times he really wished he could use the carpool lane. It just moved along so much faster than the other lanes. So to fix his problem he bought a mannequin. He used his old Halloween wig and his girlfriend's makeup to dress up the mannequin and placed it in the back seat of his car. The guy and his partner in crime, the unassuming mannequin, used the Carpool lane every morning for years. It shortened the nightmare commute through Marin by half. One day the guy parked at a gas station pump and went inside to use the bathroom. An off-duty officer pulled into the pump behind him. The officer needed gas. The officer was walking in to pay when he noticed that the woman in the backseat of the car in front of him wasn't moving even though she was sitting upright and her hand was to her face. When she continued not to move for the next few minutes, he walked up to the open window and looked inside. A mannequin? Odd but not illegal, he thought. Still, the officer was suspicious. When the offender returned to his car the officer decided to follow him. He followed him from the gas station, onto the freeway, and into the Carpool lane. Within minutes the officer called his buddies and the jig was up for the Carpool Bandit. Here's the best part: the guy did not receive a ticket for driving in the Carpool lane. Instead, the judge sentenced him and his mannequin to sit on the corner of two very busy streets for an hour every day for two weeks. When I saw them on the corner, he was holding a sign that read: We were caught driving in the Carpool Lane. Everyone made fun of him as they drove by. There are many things I learned from that incident. The obvious is don't break the law. The other is that you
(72 People Likes) Should I leave my wife if I feel that she is not pretty anymore? My wife loves me and I love her, but whenever I see her, I feel that I can do better and whenever I see a prettier woman I feel that life is still long for me to find another girl!
l car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls’ eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t help doing so. I moved Dew’s hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I’ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This Sex Doll was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn’t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I’ve got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I’m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month’s time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me; do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don’t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn’t notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won’t divorce. I’m serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old”. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in bed – DEAD. She had been fighting Cancer for months and I was so busy with Dew to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son… I’m a loving husband… “The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So, find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.” I hope you loved this story. I am requesting
(44 People Likes) If you are into sex, and your partner is asexual, what do you do?
s such -- it's u sex doll recycling likely they would seek out a romantic relationship with a sexual partner and then expect them to give up sex. They would likely have been through this whole process before and want to avoid it. They would likely either find an asexual partner for a romantic relationship... or if they have a happy, fulfilling relationship with a partner who is sexual, they're ok or even happy with them having sex with others. So if your partner didn't up-front say to you, Hey, I'm not into sex at all but I really like you and want to date you, can we work something out?.... If instead, this didn't come up earlier but now you find yourself in a situation where your partner is sexually shut down, doesn't want to have sex with you and definitely doesn't want you having sex with anyone else either, and is saying, Maybe I'm just asexual... That's not asexual. That's indicative of something else. It’s a symptom of a problem, either in the bedroom or in the relationship. There’s a higher chance than you might think that it can be r
