<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314</id><updated>2012-01-16T09:21:57.012-08:00</updated><category term='bible gay marriage'/><category term='Fox boycott'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='stephen colbert'/><category term='corporate personhood'/><category term='Holidays depression'/><category term='healthy hedonism'/><category term='corporate cyborg'/><category term='holidays male depression'/><category term='stephen colber super pac'/><category term='gay marriage ban'/><category term='enjoy life'/><category term='hormones seasonal variation'/><category term='Obama Fox feud'/><category term='4 rules for living'/><category term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>The Aphrodite Cafe</title><subtitle type='html'>Advice for the Lovelorn, the Clothesworn, and the Lifelost</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03089121035312040451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-1158488301179205276</id><published>2012-01-16T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:21:57.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen colbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate personhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate cyborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen colber super pac'/><title type='text'>The Corporate Cyborg</title><summary type='text'>People is all confused about whether corporations are people. They have the rights of people but they do not have the body parts, which is why I prefer to call them cyborgs - a person with parts that are both human (your workers) and artificial or mechanical (all the rest including and especially the part where the heart has been removed as a vestigial organ like the appendix).  It wouldn't be so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1158488301179205276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=1158488301179205276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/1158488301179205276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/1158488301179205276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2012/01/corporate-cyborg.html' title='The Corporate Cyborg'/><author><name>Sudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668396677126239786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSFYlZydXs/TxBvVVeJrvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u6PvsQCZe60/s220/Susan%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-1924183098823420816</id><published>2012-01-14T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:21:52.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweater Vest As Sexual Signal</title><summary type='text'>Sweater vests on a male are your essential "neuter" signal.  Not your gay signal, though yours truly has know many of the asexual type of male for whom breasts do not brighten the world and who really just can't let himself know he's attracted to other males. So he is attracted to nobody.  No.  The sweater vest, in swaddling the penis analogue called a tie in a kind of cocoon, works as a sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1924183098823420816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=1924183098823420816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/1924183098823420816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/1924183098823420816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweater-vest-as-sexual-signal.html' title='Sweater Vest As Sexual Signal'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03089121035312040451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-7307550737737071478</id><published>2012-01-03T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:45:06.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire Live Video: Past Lives Q&amp;A</title><summary type='text'>Three days into January and resolutions are vanishing like they never was.  You can always blame it on Karma... you can blame everything on Karma.  Plus, if you had past lives that you get to improve on in this life, then it goes to show you can put off to the next one all that stuff you resolved to work on in 2012.  Karma is certainly a handy thing to believe in for some folks. Here's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7307550737737071478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=7307550737737071478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/7307550737737071478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/7307550737737071478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2012/01/claire-live-video-past-lives-q.html' title='Claire Live Video: Past Lives Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v04qWou8jZI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-8872559769512014111</id><published>2012-01-02T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:10:20.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS PAST</title><summary type='text'>I'm back. A girl needs to get away every now and then and Christmas is a  great time to do it. People is so busy shopping, they don't notice that  suddenly you ain't returning their phone calls because who has time to  call in the first place? And what with family gatherings that  simultaneously turn you into a child again and add gray hairs to your  beehive, you can't disappear too completely if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8872559769512014111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=8872559769512014111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/8872559769512014111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/8872559769512014111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-past.html' title='CHRISTMAS PAST'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168810910120833</id><published>2012-01-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:40:50.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy hedonism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 rules for living'/><title type='text'>FOUR RULES TO LIVE BY</title><summary type='text'>ONLY THE COOK GETS TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE FOOD.

For most of the history of your human race, the big question for most of the aforementioned humans themselves was not what but whether they was going to eat today. Today now being 2009, the problem is not starvation but obesity. Not eating much because you don't really like eggs or burnt edges on the toast won't kill you. It'd prob'ly be good for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168810910120833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168810910120833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168810910120833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168810910120833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2003/12/four-rules-for-2004.html' title='FOUR RULES TO LIVE BY'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168507917286284</id><published>2011-12-13T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:57:29.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPARKLY THINGS</title><summary type='text'>I love shopping malls.  Malls is America, don'cha know, especially now that they got not only the big stores, but those little booths outside.  Very democratic.  Big enterprise and small trying to catch the eye of women and their purses.I feel so connected to the whole of humanity in a mall.  It's every  marketplace throughout the history of civilization, said history really being just the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168507917286284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168507917286284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168507917286284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168507917286284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/12/sparkly-things.html' title='SPARKLY THINGS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168881847023564</id><published>2011-11-22T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:40:33.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones seasonal variation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays male depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays depression'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS AND THE MALE</title><summary type='text'>As we gear up for the holiday season, I figured to give you all a little heads up about what's coming in the way of your male behavior and why you should start shopping now.Psychiatrists have noticed that men mostly get irritable and depressed this time of year, and like most of you having your Thanksgiving traumas with your family, they blame it on The Holidays. They are, of course, wrong. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168881847023564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168881847023564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168881847023564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168881847023564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/11/holidays-and-male.html' title='HOLIDAYS AND THE MALE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168529460250028</id><published>2011-11-07T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:53:25.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY WOMAN'S PURSE</title><summary type='text'>My sister was visiting Lost Angeles, so naturally, we went shopping.  She was looking for a purse.  We went to a half dozen stores.  We saw cute purses with rhinestones and puppy dogs, classy purses in leather and linen, hip purses in bright translucent floppy plastic, tote bags, shoulder bags, hand bags.  A cornucopia of choices and my sister, while appreciating the style of many, had to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168529460250028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168529460250028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168529460250028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168529460250028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/every-womans-purse.html' title='EVERY WOMAN&apos;S PURSE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111170042290316361</id><published>2011-10-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:40:08.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><summary type='text'>Everybody keeps asking what I'm going to be for Halloween. I keep trying to come up with something. But the only person I can think of that I want to be is me. So you can come over dressed up as your fantasy self. Me, I already am.Some people say you should dress up all ugly and scary so the ghouls and goblins will run away and go after someone else. I don't worry about that. If I can handle men </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111170042290316361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111170042290316361' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111170042290316361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111170042290316361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168630068086285</id><published>2011-10-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:51:51.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage ban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible gay marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>BIBLE-THUMPING LIARS</title><summary type='text'>Anybody who says the Bible defines marriage as something only between a man and a woman is either ignorant or a liar.I may not be the world's greatest expert on the Bible, but I can read as good as the next girl. And sometimes I do. So let me tell all of you that the Bible don't say nowhere that marriage is between a man and a woman. Check out your King James if you don't believe me. Now, there's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168630068086285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168630068086285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168630068086285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168630068086285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/10/bible-thumping-liars.html' title='BIBLE-THUMPING LIARS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172541370140231</id><published>2011-09-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:25:17.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER ZEST</title><summary type='text'>October is the month when the testosterone levels in your males is at its yearly high. Two o'clock in the afternoon is the daily peak - kinda like a high tide at the full moon. Basically, girls, we're talking free lunches in the fall. Just smile at a guy, and he'll be panting to pick up the tab. After all, accepting food from a male is the first step in Mother Nature's mating cha-cha for most of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172541370140231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172541370140231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172541370140231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172541370140231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/09/october-zest.html' title='OCTOBER ZEST'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172597425502705</id><published>2011-09-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:56:30.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE ABOUT SHOES</title><summary type='text'>My philosophy of shoes is not just an abstract theory about female sexual self-expression. It has very practical applications in life.Say, for example, there is some sexual activity a guy wants to try and he's not sure his gal will go for it. He figures he'll just mention it in the middle of sex and maybe she'll agree. Mistake. Unlike your male when aroused, before she can agree, she will have to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172597425502705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172597425502705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172597425502705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172597425502705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-about-shoes.html' title='MORE ABOUT SHOES'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168783639473806</id><published>2011-09-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:02:27.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING MALE</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting in the doctor's office reading an old Psychology Today.  It was that or the fishing magazine. The article  talked  about this guy, he's a Cambridge researcher named Simon Baron-Cohen. He studies autism and his theory says autism is just an extreme version of your basic male brain. Your male brain, he explains, is all about making systems, while your female brain is about using </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168783639473806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168783639473806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168783639473806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168783639473806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/10/thinking-male.html' title='THINKING MALE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172624962775021</id><published>2011-09-09T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:54:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INNER-SHOE-NESS</title><summary type='text'>So I bought a new pair of shoes. I took a man with me to buy them. It's a test . If he rolls his eyes and asks that question, I know he'll need a lot of training before he's an adequate sexual partner.For what is a shoe, I ask you? You live a post-Freudian world. You know what Cinderella's slipper really was. Why should a girl at Starbucks be any different? Men have their outer-tool-ness. Girls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172624962775021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172624962775021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172624962775021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172624962775021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/inner-shoe-ness.html' title='INNER-SHOE-NESS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168549264713478</id><published>2011-08-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:03:00.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SAFENESS OF SAMENESS</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know. You missed me. I been right here, but there was a glitch with my personal software and I couldn't post nothing for a while. So I took a trip.I visited my niece in Washington, DC, which you'd think would be so different from Lost Angeles that a girl might not want to go. I mean, here is just about perfect, so why leave the best of all possible cities for a place full of politicians</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168549264713478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168549264713478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168549264713478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168549264713478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/10/safeness-of-sameness.html' title='THE SAFENESS OF SAMENESS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172649466748897</id><published>2011-06-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:00:30.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAY SKIES</title><summary type='text'>So it's overcast here in Lost Angeles and no one is moving. The streets are empty. The pools are quiet. The early matinees might as well go back to bed. Nobody's gonna show up for anything before 3, and then only if they have friends visiting from out of town.Your people from other cities with more conventional climates - you know, rain, snow, hail, hurricane - they laugh at us. But think about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172649466748897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172649466748897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172649466748897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172649466748897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/gray-skies.html' title='GRAY SKIES'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172604349827069</id><published>2010-09-21T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:54:20.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR SIGNALS</title><summary type='text'>So I got my hair cut today - a trim and a poof. Hair on your female is an important indicator of her femininity quotient, the size of hair correlating directly with how important she thinks femininity is in being female.Now there are two ways to measure feminine hair: how long and how big. Your long-hair-type girl places her value on her innocence and/or Mother-Naturalness. Don't bother her with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172604349827069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172604349827069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172604349827069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172604349827069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/hair-signals.html' title='HAIR SIGNALS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168489578821431</id><published>2010-08-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:56:50.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEAP CHINA</title><summary type='text'>If you are like most Americans and want to know who to blame for the price of gas, you don't have to look any farther than your own back yard furniture.Your Average American, like maybe you,  is not rich. I hate to tell you this, but there is a reason for that.  Your Average American picks Cheap over Quality every day.  He and she figure that less money for stuff means more money for both of them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168489578821431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168489578821431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168489578821431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168489578821431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/05/cheap-china.html' title='CHEAP CHINA'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168834556058778</id><published>2010-08-11T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:57:55.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO POTATO</title><summary type='text'>I do not like the 'club' cards at the grocery store. For one thing, I do not like to join. I like to be joined.Secondly, they ask for something from me, namely my personal information which they will use to collect information on my buying habits which they can then sell, in exchange for nothin'. I do not give nothin' away for nothin'.You say, Wait! They give you discounts if you sign up for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168834556058778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168834556058778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168834556058778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168834556058778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-own-private-idaho-potato.html' title='MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO POTATO'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-8114076991290466233</id><published>2009-10-24T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:34:25.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama Fox feud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fox boycott'/><title type='text'>The Fox and the White House</title><summary type='text'>Everybody's talking like the President is attacking Fox News, when all the White House spokeslady said was that until Fox starts acting like grownup news professionals the Pres is not going to treat them like it just because they own a lot of stations. My nine-year-old nephew is a pro at computer race car driving, but I ain't giving him the keys to the Caddy.The other networks, they're not really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8114076991290466233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=8114076991290466233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/8114076991290466233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/8114076991290466233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/fox-and-white-house.html' title='The Fox and the White House'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168560411547891</id><published>2009-10-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:48:23.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROADCAST WAKE-UP CALL</title><summary type='text'>Listening to complaints about your Air America Radio and your MSNBC, it sounds like people think it's just embarrassing for cultured, open-minded people to be so ... so direct. Nobody's making nice and your middle-class types want nice, you know, in that middle-of-the road nice way. The fundamentalist right wing, they love their loud talk radio and tv because that means they only hear their songs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168560411547891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168560411547891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168560411547891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168560411547891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/04/radio-wake-up-call.html' title='BROADCAST WAKE-UP CALL'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168793223477254</id><published>2009-10-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:00:59.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA MATTERS</title><summary type='text'>How can it still be news that men are simple?  This is why we love them.  If I want complex, I go visit my mother. Studies every day come up that shows men's chromosomal lacks when compared to the female.  (here and here ).   It's fine that science is proving our superiority, but it's always bad taste to be both better than someone else and to brag about it.  Hopefully, though, your average male,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168793223477254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168793223477254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168793223477254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168793223477254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/dna-matters.html' title='DNA MATTERS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172568501696948</id><published>2009-07-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:17:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST SAY NO</title><summary type='text'>Blanche is my dog. She's a puppy and wants all the big grown-up boy dogs to like her. So she goes and wags her tail and licks them and they growl and tell her in so many doggie ways that she's a pest and to get lost. The guy dogs are busy knocking each other around to see who is the top dog, getting ready for the day when a female in season blows by. Now, this is not likely to happen at an LA dog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172568501696948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172568501696948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172568501696948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172568501696948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-say-no.html' title='JUST SAY NO'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172402791996993</id><published>2009-03-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:48:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERCONNECTIVITY (strikes)</title><summary type='text'>My dad used to say "everything is interconnected." It's a fun way of going about your day, trying to figure out, say, how the dog playing with the squeaky toy is related to something that's no fun at all like, oh, health care legislation that everybody is screaming about.The Dog and the Squeaky Toy: Blanche, my dog, pounces ferociously on a stuffed ball with a squeaker inside, then chomps it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172402791996993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172402791996993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172402791996993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172402791996993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2009/03/interconnectivity-strikes.html' title='INTERCONNECTIVITY (strikes)'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168656392477123</id><published>2009-02-28T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:02:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OSCAR IS A BOY'S NAME</title><summary type='text'>Women keep trying to do a man's job, but they just aren't as good at things like making movies as the boys are. Sometimes, sure, a woman achieves something great by accident, or because her father or husband is Somebody and helps her, or she's beautiful, or preferably all three. But mostly, women can't cut it. Just look at he Oscars. At the end of the show, when they brought all the winners on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168656392477123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168656392477123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168656392477123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168656392477123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscar-is-boys-name.html' title='OSCAR IS A BOY&apos;S NAME'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111169010545238577</id><published>2009-02-21T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:03:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IMITATES TV</title><summary type='text'>People keep complaining about reality television being a blot on the airwaves like the airwaves was invented for prime time instead of the other way around.Now I enjoy my fiction as much as the next girl, and so try to catch the news as often as possible. Used to be news was reality, but not any more. Now the entire half-hour or hour is scripted like a sit-com, with just the details changing from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111169010545238577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111169010545238577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111169010545238577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111169010545238577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-imitates-tv.html' title='LIFE IMITATES TV'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168454152561173</id><published>2009-02-16T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:44:58.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHION SENSE</title><summary type='text'>Your fashion is your life, your religion, your society.  Life is just the acquisition of fashion, which proof is that we are born naked and go out decked in our best dress and favorite jewels not to mention a hefty supply of make-up.  Right there at the very beginning, before they even feed a baby, they put clothes on her.  By the end, clothes has become so important to who a person is that after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168454152561173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168454152561173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168454152561173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168454152561173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/02/fashion-sense.html' title='FASHION SENSE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172589369901457</id><published>2009-02-14T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:04:32.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMELLING GOOD &amp; PLENTY</title><summary type='text'>Looks is not everything. You may be shocked to hear a girl like I say such a thing, but facts is facts. Opposites attract, leastways when it comes to smell. Gals do not all think the same manly scent is attractive. It seems the smell of a man that will send them into a swoon is the smell of a man whose immune system is farthest from her own. A man whose immune system is close to hers smells, well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172589369901457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172589369901457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172589369901457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172589369901457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/smelling-good-plenty.html' title='SMELLING GOOD &amp; PLENTY'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111170035477304447</id><published>2009-02-07T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:05:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEO-MODERNISM</title><summary type='text'>My friend Jenny is in college studying writing. Or not-writing. It's hard to tell with Post-Modernism. She tries to explain how first the Moderns said that God does not exist and so it was up to humans to make a better world and that someday, with the perfect education, the perfect government and the perfect merchandise, we humans will be, well, if not perfect, happy.Now your Post-Moderns say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111170035477304447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111170035477304447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111170035477304447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111170035477304447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/neo-modernism.html' title='NEO-MODERNISM'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172353061486911</id><published>2009-01-31T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:05:41.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RHINESTONE 'RITING</title><summary type='text'>Has anybody seen where all the good stories went? I go to the bookstore, I can't find any new ones in the Literature section. I'm reading a lot of prize-winning books, and I'm stopping fifteen, fifty, sometimes a hundred pages in. I don't care what happens to anybody, not that much of anything does happen in what passes for a story these days. I get up to fix a cup of coffee and suddenly I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172353061486911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172353061486911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172353061486911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172353061486911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/rhinestone-riting.html' title='RHINESTONE &apos;RITING'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168999445402401</id><published>2008-11-19T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:08:00.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING DAY FAST</title><summary type='text'>Modern America means never having to say you're hungry. Most people gain weight during this here holiday season. And most of them are overweight already. And here we are, getting ready to head in on Thursday for an officially sanctioned day of gluttony.Now, I think the Pilgrim's feast was just swell. At the November harvest, nobody could predict if the food would last to spring, and how many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168999445402401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168999445402401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168999445402401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168999445402401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-day-fast.html' title='THANKSGIVING DAY FAST'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172616098607776</id><published>2008-11-01T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:09:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARNING POLITICS FROM THE BIRDS AND BEES</title><summary type='text'>All this talk of politics without attendant pieces of jewelry bores a girl after a while. This is why I am hoping a Republican wins. Your Republicans give fabulous gifts, while your Democrats think you should love them for themselves.Before you tsk-tsk at the idea of giving presents to a girl, let me point out the universality of the gift rule in the Animal Kindgom. What does your bird do if he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172616098607776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172616098607776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172616098607776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172616098607776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/11/learning-from-birds-and-bees.html' title='LEARNING POLITICS FROM THE BIRDS AND BEES'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172424660691563</id><published>2008-06-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:03:57.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COSMIC JERK</title><summary type='text'>I just read how scientists say a Cosmic 'Jerk' changed the cosmos from a contracting to an expanding universe about 5 billion years ago, or about the time of the formation of our solar system. It can't be just a coincidence. Makes you think the creationists - excuse me - the 'intelligent design' folks may turn out to be right after all. All you have to do is accept that one man's god is another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172424660691563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172424660691563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172424660691563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172424660691563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/cosmic-jerk.html' title='COSMIC JERK'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168858268959499</id><published>2007-03-24T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:18:59.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPAM OF LIES</title><summary type='text'>You gotta love this President. I mean, he knows that words don't really mean anything. They are just squiggles and sounds. So if you don't care what you say, you can be both the villain and pose for photos as the white knight in shining flight-suit who's protecting everybody from evil. It's kind of a reverse Zorro or Robin Hood.You know the old story. Rich and powerful villain in charge of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168858268959499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168858268959499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168858268959499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168858268959499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/spam-of-lies.html' title='A SPAM OF LIES'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168534276450212</id><published>2007-03-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:19:39.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK AND WHITE</title><summary type='text'>Your liberals, they accuse the conservatives of doing this terrible thing they call 'distorting the truth' just because folks like the President describe the world in black and white.  Right or wrong.  Freedom loving or terrorist.  With us or against us.  Tough or soft.  Screwer or screwee. Okay, so some of those soldiers in Iraq, they took it maybe too much to heart. But you can't make an omelet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168534276450212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168534276450212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168534276450212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168534276450212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/black-and-white.html' title='BLACK AND WHITE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172671194020159</id><published>2007-02-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:18:00.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESIDENTIAL MEMORY LOSS</title><summary type='text'>The President gave a masterful speech last night. He didn't waste no words on stuff that didn't turn out like he expected because he has the kind of mind that don't waste memory space on disagreeable details. He keeps his eye on the big picture.Science has now proved that the brains of great men are special and this is why they rise to leadership. See, a brain is lots of nerves that have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172671194020159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172671194020159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172671194020159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172671194020159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/presidential-memory-loss.html' title='PRESIDENTIAL MEMORY LOSS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172524932977217</id><published>2005-03-25T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:39:34.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BREAST MAN</title><summary type='text'>The courts in England have cleared the way for a reporter there to sue Arnold for for fondling her breasts without permission or interest and then defaming her when she complained.This answers the question why Arnold, with all his fame and success and wealth, wanted to be governor.  The capitol dome. What does the shape remind you of? A breast. And he wants to be the # 1 male in possession of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172524932977217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172524932977217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172524932977217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172524932977217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/03/breast-man.html' title='THE BREAST MAN'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168524404661670</id><published>2005-01-17T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:23:44.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ART BEFORE THE HORSE</title><summary type='text'>I went to an art opening with a friend.   My friend is an artist, so she don't have no money, and I guess she wanted to fill up on the free drinks and mixed nuts.  She also thinks I need more cultural activities, fashion being shallow and art where you stand around looking at things you don't understand with people wearing intentionally bad haircuts being deep.  The gallery was called RAID and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168524404661670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168524404661670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168524404661670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168524404661670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/art-before-horse.html' title='THE ART BEFORE THE HORSE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111169328404986331</id><published>2004-11-13T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:41:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAVEAT TEMPTER</title><summary type='text'>So imagine you're a Japanese teenager going to college in the US.  It's Veterans' Day and you spend your holiday spending on Melrose Avenue.  Melrose is famous, so when you go intoThe Melrose Gift Collection and see a Chrome Hearts silver necklace just like the Japanese pop stars wear for a price you can actually afford (in the hundreds, not the thousands), you get excited. It's in a shop on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111169328404986331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111169328404986331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111169328404986331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111169328404986331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/11/caveat-tempter.html' title='CAVEAT TEMPTER'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168495878394866</id><published>2004-08-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:59:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRENCH KISS</title><summary type='text'>Your Republicans and mine is trying to insult Kerry by saying he looks French.  Apparently, lots of people don't like the French.  Mostly because the French make them uncomfortable.  The French have style. They like fancy food.  They pay attention to beauty in fashion, in art, in women. And the French feel just as good about themselves as we do without being a superpower. But the problem is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168495878394866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168495878394866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168495878394866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168495878394866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/08/french-kiss.html' title='FRENCH KISS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168503322184335</id><published>2004-07-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:58:09.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLIE POWER</title><summary type='text'>Your Democrats in California is all huffy and high-horse about the Governor calling the legislature a buncha  "girlie men."  But huffy and high-horse is a very girlie response.  A manly response is to duke it out, mano a machine gun.  Governor Mr. Universe, he knows about squashing the opposition, and if it was only guys like him in charge of the world, we wouldn't have no civilization.  And me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168503322184335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168503322184335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168503322184335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168503322184335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/07/girlie-power.html' title='GIRLIE POWER'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168518708647444</id><published>2004-07-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:57:21.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAND JUSTICE</title><summary type='text'>The righteous John Ashcroft, the son and grandson of preachers and a devout Assembly of God follower himself, had to testify before Congress today about that pesky torture memo.  Not one of those Senators apologized for doubting that he could separate his religious beliefs from his official duties.  Yet if that memo isn't proof that he can, I don't know what is.  There he was, as Christian as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168518708647444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168518708647444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168518708647444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168518708647444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/07/bland-justice.html' title='BLAND JUSTICE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168513381341907</id><published>2004-06-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:22:29.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUFFED ANIMAL CRUELTY</title><summary type='text'>It being a perfect June day here in Lost Angeles,  I went shopping in Century City  which is an outdoor shopping mall so that a girl can enjoy Nature and Commerce at the same time.  At Victoria's Secret, in the shop window and around the store, were the cutest pink polka-dot dogs you ever saw.  Well, I  talked to the saleslady about what would happen to the pups when they changed the display case</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168513381341907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168513381341907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168513381341907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168513381341907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/06/stuffed-animal-cruelty.html' title='STUFFED ANIMAL CRUELTY'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168619972182787</id><published>2004-04-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:55:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO APRIL FOOLING</title><summary type='text'>Everybody can breathe a sigh of relief. The President and the Vice President will testify after all. Naturally they will not be under oath. Swearing to tell the truth would not be going with their strengths. And what this nation needs in a time of war is a strong President. Lucky for him there's a war.Still, he's going to have to explain himself to the 9/11 commission and come up with all kinds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168619972182787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168619972182787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168619972182787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168619972182787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/04/no-april-fooling.html' title='NO APRIL FOOLING'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172366033815523</id><published>2004-03-26T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:54:23.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHRODINGER'S LIE</title><summary type='text'>I went to hear Al Franken talk about his new book. You know, Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. In the book, he exposes all these big lies by Bush &amp; Co., by Fox News, and other right-wing Republicans. He kept going on last night about how confused he was that these people could say such whoppers with a straight face, much less righteous indignation. He clearly don't understand quantum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172366033815523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172366033815523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172366033815523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172366033815523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/03/shrodingers-lie.html' title='SHRODINGER&apos;S LIE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111172582008788061</id><published>2004-03-15T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:42:29.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOVE DRUG</title><summary type='text'>There's a book by Michael Gurian that came out called What Could He Be Thinking. Twenty years of neurobiological research, and what do they find? Men get a massive dose of the "I love you" drug shot into their bloodstream right after they come. Sex and no cigar means no cuddly feelings. One spritz begets the other.Us girls, on the other hand, get ours from just the rubbing of bodies. No orgasm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111172582008788061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111172582008788061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172582008788061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111172582008788061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/03/love-drug.html' title='THE LOVE DRUG'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168646379538630</id><published>2004-03-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:53:20.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OEDIBUSh REX</title><summary type='text'>All the hoo-hah this week over President George using footage from September 11 in his campaign videos, you'd think he was doing something wrong like taking advantage of somebody else's tragedy for his own purposes. But he's the head of state, and a king from another great dynasty said it best (if you'll forgive me for quoting the French in the President's behalf) - "L'etat c'est moi" meaning "I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168646379538630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168646379538630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168646379538630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168646379538630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/03/oedibush-rex.html' title='OEDIBUSh REX'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168664229299965</id><published>2004-02-20T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:52:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRYOR COMMITMENTS</title><summary type='text'>People is weird. They act like the President is doing something wrong putting a crony on the US Court of Appeals. Like politics was a game of everybody getting along! Politics is a game of fixing the rules so's you and your friends don't just get the biggest pieces of the pie - you get the whole pie plus the ice cream on top and, if you're really good, the silverware stashed in your pockets when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168664229299965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168664229299965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168664229299965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168664229299965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2004/02/pryor-commitments.html' title='PRYOR COMMITMENTS'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11671314.post-111168869313675864</id><published>2003-12-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:51:44.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESIDENTIAL VAUDEVILLE</title><summary type='text'>I have to hand it to the President. He takes a better picture than I. Of course, he has more resources. I wish I had the whole US Army to pose with me any way I wanted. Imagine the possibilities.His Thanksgiving pictures from Iraq reminded me of the classic Broadway musicals where the whole point of the show was the song-and-dance. You can't exactly hear the orchestra, it being a photo and all, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111168869313675864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11671314&amp;postID=111168869313675864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168869313675864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11671314/posts/default/111168869313675864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aphroditecafe.blogspot.com/2003/12/presidential-vaudeville.html' title='PRESIDENTIAL VAUDEVILLE'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15289479507895774978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXtZHWmrXuo/Tw_c0muxt1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z3y9URlydEM/s220/Susan%2BLucca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
