Hey Vato! Smiley and Chuy discuss the meaning of respect with a little help from existentialist soap tycoon Albert Camay. For a while, anyhow. [NSFW F-bomb.]
Productivity in the workplace can suffer when men are confronted by women’s breasts, so here’s some Advice from HR for you gals: Check yourself before you wreck yourself! [Video by Danielle Langlois.]
One picture is worth a thousand words. This illustration begs the question, “Are you looking at me?” [Painting by Mike Madrid]
What did we ever do before the Google? Where did a poor pre-Googlite go to find out the big answers and the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything? Actually, we could Google that. But why even hypothesize? Google has the answers we want today and knows the questions we want to ask even before we ask them:
- So why DO Mexicans stare? Because you’re a hot guera. Doh!
- Well then why do they eat beans? Because if you know how to cook them properly they are a delicious, nutritious low-cost protein.
This is the video you’ve been looking for. BAKTUN 12 writes:
It is a period of barrio civil war. Darth Hater, owner of El Chingon Body Shop, and his associates — Jar Jar Blinks, Baboso Feo, and Chavala Punk — have every loco, loca, and loquito living in fear of the mal ojo and the mal lube job.
God gave us chi-chis and we’re thankful for that, but really, guys, how hard is it for you to look us in the eyes instead of staring at our breasts? Am I right, girls? Wait — there’s an app for that. Marion Cotillard introduces Tittaes. They’re from France!
The two posses walk the walk, stare the stare and meet up in neutral territory. What comes next?
Have you ever noticed, ladies, that no matter how you dress or how you act, men are going to check you out?
Bosses, co-workers, friends, stranger, acquaintances or just plain cochinos, they are going to scope you out as much or as little as your clothing allows? Ugh.
I grew up in the Catholic/Mexican tradition that kind of espoused the idea that, if you’re an object of sexual desire, it’s shameful and it’s your fault and you should feel guilty because you’re sinful. So, guess what started happening when I began to “develop” into a woman?