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If you’re not enjoying the original Australian version of Rake, you should be!
So much fucking! And strange customs (like bowing when entering the courtroom like it’s a dojo, and high ranking government officials walking the street like they’re ~people~!)… and the slang! Ahh, so many funny words. :)
Tokyo women call for ‘sex strike’ over sexist gubernatorial candidate
As the 1920s progressed, Ruth increasingly stayed at superior hotels to the rest of the team, at his own expense. There he would hold court to anyone who cared to drop by. Waite Hoyt once counted 250 visitors to his suite over the course of an evening. Ruth seldom knew who any of the visitors were. At a party in his rooms at the Book Cadillac Hotel in Detroit, Ruth famously stood on a chair and shouted, ‘Any woman who doesn’t want to fuck can leave now.’
If sex was unavailable, he just ate.
One Summer: America, 1927 by Bill Bryson (2013).
Mohr’s story begins in ancient Rome, where she finds shit in the ascendant.
She has fun explaining how to be a Latin coprolaliac.
Unsurprisingly perhaps, threatening to stick your dick in someone’s mouth was considered highly impolite, as in Catullus’ ‘pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo’ (‘I’ll bugger you and fuck your mouth’), which is very rude partly because, as Mohr solemnly notes, being penetrated in the ancient world was regarded as unmanly, but surely also because the sequence of the verbs leaves a nasty taste in the mouth.