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Surrounded by the women of your dreams and likeminded peers. " I'd turned down the normal speaker volume, and the 'Windows 2044 PMS' icon, and the sound chip and everything else I could, but along with the text and dancing gnomes off of my main screen, I still got blaring sound for both my incoming phone calls and those annoying spams. We may be divorced next month, but he's still the best cook I've ever had, so why not use him to help get my brother hitched; besides, I think we might even make an arrangement after we divorce; for the cooking, that is." She laughed. " She made way better money than me, but because I'd never thought of a woman keeping someone who wasn't at least contracted or indentured, it startled me some.
It was almost as lopsided now as it had been Southern Presidents around the turn of the century, that too a fluke of demographics and most of the women Southern anyway, though with global warming being what it is, the immigration north was apt to change at least some of that, particularly since the breach tragedies in Florida.
As for entertainment, the old rough rapper yelling, "Make my bitch get down and serve my d....," sort of mass appeal was long gone, it having been replaced by that much more PC strong woman lifestyle ads and music videos.
Women had better insurance too, and then there was the rumor that lots of guys were turning up in communes or worse, work farms, some run by unscrupulous divas, leaving us bachelors in short supply, though the lesbian conditioning and new sex aids helped a lot towards relieving the stress and in spite of our short supply, still left us diminishing in power on all sorts of social and economic levels. Just for fun, I tried to turn it off again, and again it stuck on, the mini-corner-view of me wiggling to find a relevant icon. I can see that you've just logged into Itinerate Counter-Culture.
I'd be five hours trying to get it off again, I understood, as I smiled at the camera lens, which incidentally, was the same thing as my multi-D monitor. What kind of kinky thing has my brother got in his bio?
Never into the plastic people glam-show scene, Joe went to 488, a game show, he couldn't remember the name of it, a woman's show, not at all unlike the old 'Oprah' shows, only the women were less dumpy, more professional, and for therapy, instead of Doctor Whatshisname, they simply had their boyfriends duck into the pillory wall and got to toss eggs at their heads for prizes whenever the interviewed couples got to a point where they discussed the battle of the sexes in mainly female terms.