I was thinking of the Honored Matres of the scattering, whom the bene gesserit despise largely because they rely on sexual manipulation rather than other forms of control and influence.
I probably should have specified that much of that is later in the series and not in the first book.
A major plot point is a group of women who can so expertly perform sexual favors that they completely override the free will of men.
Said it before and say it again. Dune only makes sense if you remember that every character you see is a product of multiple generations of incest, religious zealots, and useless idle royality.
The entire power of the Bene Gesserits could be defeated with 40 cents set of ear plugs, or hiring gay guys, or straight women, or deaf people, or straight men on libido blockers, or asexuals, or stubborn people, or people who speak a different language…
Their power is using sexy voice. Some random teenager with a slingshot is more dangerous.
I regularly eat spicy food, with rare issues in the bathroom. The exception, funny enough, seems to be pickled jalapeños. Not ghost peppers, habañeros, or Carolina reapers… I don’t get it.
I think they could have done something that didn’t look like a Fleshlight though. This one doesn’t even look like a sand worm… it’s barely a passable Sarlacc.
I wanna see something like this for other accents. The gimmick in this sentence doesn’t work at all in my accent because they all use different vowels (apart from earned and urn). What’s the Australian equivalent to this? RP? Scottish? I reckon the Kiwi version would be pretty funny.
Car keys/khakis actually works for most English (as in the region of the UK, not as in the language), Australian, South African, and Kiwi accents, I think. It doesn’t sound like carrie though.
They spam my inbox asking for money. This was just a funny one because it’s welcoming me to what I can only assume will be wave upon wave of money asking events.
This was my adolescence except miles removed from Cowtown, the second largest municipality in Pigshit County, Ohio. People wanna talk about car culture and how the suburbs ruined everything, and I get it, but rural life as a teen was depression on top of the depression I’d already developed in elementary school.
If I hadn’t been able to drive my busted-ass ‘85 Toyota Van when I was 17 I don’t know if I would have made it to 18, I was hanging on by a frayed thread. Even then, my hometown was utterly worthless, I’d have to go at least half an hour on the highway to go somewhere with a veneer of life.
I would love for the semi-rural suburb where I currently live to modernize and become walkable and bikeable, but I’ll still take this any day over what I had 25 years ago.
My first wife didn’t make her son eat anything he didn’t want, but he had to try it, once. Worked out.
It was sometime around then that I learned, and realized, that kids have different taste buds. They make Oscar Meyer wieners bland on purpose.
My kids? Scrawny little fucks won’t eat anything. At all. I don’t know how they function. It’s like hugging tiny skeletons. But, that was me as a little kid. All the adults frustrated as hell with me.
Yeah, my kid doesn’t eat that much as well… which is weird, cuz neither his mom or me did that when we were young. I mean, we didn’t overeat, but we did eat regularly.
Now that I think about it, my mom fed me blended meals till the age of 4. I was lazy, didn’t wanna chew my food 😂. And she fed me meals while I was playing or watching TV till about I was 5… yeah, he’s not that different from me 😂.
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