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Well it looks like size really does matter… at least it does to a woman in Taiwan. She’s divorced her husband, citing irreconcilable differences. She and her husband just couldn’t come together on the issue of his “micropenis.” (Pun most definitely intended.) The couple, who’ve been identified as Zhang and Zhou, met five years ago and dated for five months before they decided to get married.
Zhou, a 55 year old civil servant, told Zhang, 52, that he believed engaging in premarital sex was a sin and told her he wanted to wait until they were married. So they did.
But on their wedding night, Zhang realized she was getting far less than she expected.
She told the Apple Daily : “His pen!s is so small, like a kid’s, only 5cm (2 inches) long. We’ve never had sex our entire marriage.”
The couple has been married for four years.
Though reports claim they’ve been living in separate apartments since shortly after their wedding night, they’ve tried several times to work on the issue. Zhou promised his soon-to-be wife that they’d be having sex three times a week; but in addition to the size of his member, there was also the issue of his impotence. Zhang suggested Zhou seek treatment.
In his defense, Zhou says his erectile dysfunction is due to the time his ex wife wanted to have sex.
“I prefer to have sex in the morning but she wanted it around midnight, by then I would be very tired,” Zhou said.
Zhou also said “sex is not the only foundation for marriage after all.” He denies that he promised Zhang they would have sex three times a week because his desire for sex is very low.
The Taiwan High Court granted the divorce. It was the first marriage for both Zhou and Zhang.
What do you think about this story, is a small package a legit reason to get a divorce? What would you have done if you were in Zhang’s position?
You know how Netflix has the “10 ten suggestion for you,” option, which is suppose to find films and television shows that cater to your specific taste but never seems to actually get it right? Well one of those “suggestions for you” just so happened to be Masterpiece Theatre: Downton Abbey.
The first time I heard of “Downton Abbey” was earlier this year when Gawker ran an article called Why Everyone in the Universe Should Watch Downton Abbey. I read it, and despite its somewhat reasonable arguments, I brushed it off. It’s not because it was British, because I love British television shows. In fact, I grew up on a healthy dose of British tomfoolery such as Are You Being Served?, Keeping Up Appearances, Blackadder, Fawlty Towers and a ton of other shows. Nor was it because it was one of those old period pieces, I rather enjoys those too. It’s simply because I don’t have a television in my house, so I don’t always get to see the stuff that folks are watching. Plus, I have become so disillusioned by Netflix and its suggestions that another faulty selection just might have pushed me over the edge. Sob. It’s like it doesn’t even know me.
But I decided to give the algorithmic system another chance. So I crashed on my couch, under the fan and got my old lady on with some Masterpiece Theatre. Three episodes later, I was sipping on green tea, eating some toast (the closest thing to tea and crumpets I had) and was fully engrossed in the first season of Downton Abbey. And if that wasn’t enough, at work the next day, all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to go home and watch the remainder of the first season. It truly is just that good. And suddenly my faith in Netflix’s top suggestions has been redeemed. Let the church say Amen.
The show, which is about an aristocratic British family at the turn of the century, has everything you want in a 1-hour drama: romance, sex, war, sibling rivalry, comedy and a whole bunch of social commentary. One of the major reasons why I like the show is because it does such a good job of exploring the issues of class and wealth, through not only the Lords and the Ladies of the estate, but also the various staff and servants who keep the estate in order. Downton Abbey is not only beautifully cast but also well written, and should probably be on everyone’s top ten list of shows to watch – if it isn’t already.
After I finished the first season, I called one of the girlfriends, who is always game to talk smack about a show’s plot points, and told her about my new prime time fix. I said to her, “Girl, you know what you should be watching? Downton Abbey.” Her response? “Nuh-uh. I’m not watching that. That show is for white people.”
Scooby Doo “Rhuh?”
This is not the first time I heard such a proclamation come out of her mouth. Last year, after I discovered the joys of Don Draper and the rest of the gang on Mad Men, I pleaded with her then to begin watching the show with me so that we could gossip. I got back virtually the same answer. “I’m not watching any show with no Black people on it,” she said.
Well that’s just silly. Besides, there are a number of shows with not a single black face on them that became must-see television in many black households. That list includes shows like Wonder Years, Married with Children, Full House, Friends, Three’s Company, Frasier, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Cheers and of course, the ever popular Seinfeld. I mean, those shows might have had guest starred a black person in an episode or two but for the most part they failed to consistently weave in any real diversity and mostly remained pretty homogenous. Yet we, particularly my girlfriend, still counts many of these black-less shows in our top ten. So what’s the fuss now?
“Well that was different. Times have changed,” she said.
Gawker is known for all things hilarious, weird and absurd, and one of their posts today shared a real-life situation that shed some light on the cruel yet amusing world of dating in the city.
The satirical site posted text messages between Candice, a 31-year-old woman, and a lawyer she met at a bar. After going out on a date to watch The Avengers, Candice expressed to him that she wasn’t interested in getting to know him further. He obviously took it hard. He sent a follow up text to his buddy explaining what happened the previous night. Peep the exchanges below:
We have to laugh at the fact that he questioned her taste in men just because he didn’t deem her to be a supermodel. We also have to laugh at the long text he sent to his friend. Do guys send each other long text messages like this nowadays? Oh yeah, I forgot, it’s the era of the bromance.
In any case, here’s a question I want to pose to you Noirettes. If you were Candice, what would you say in your response to his last text?
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Yesterday morning, I was on WorldStarHipHop watching all the craziness and depraved indifference to decency that only WSHH could offer when I came upon a video of Brian McKnight singing his forthcoming song.
According to McKnight, one day he was on Twitter – the place where all bad ideas come from – when he got a (bad) idea to do an “adult” mixtape. He asked Twitter what they wanted him to sing about and the responses mostly centered on the same stale ballads he’s been singing for most of his career. Not heeding to their advice, McKnight went out and stepped on a ledge – a rather long ledge – and wrote a new song called “If You’re Ready to Learn.” He was so excited about it that he wanted to share parts of it with the blogosphere. Hmm, sounds interesting. And so it was.
If you haven’t already seen the video through our site, the chorus went: “Let me show you how your p***y works / Betcha didn’t know that it could squirt / I have lots of things to show you / If you’re ready to learn.”
Oh Got-damn Brian McKnight! Are you that desperate for a comeback? He went from howling his way through songs like “One Last Cry” to crooning about female ejaculation squirts. But I can’t lie, the song arrangement is dope. As one of my Facebook friends said, it sounds like it should be a Lil’ Wayne song, and she’s exactly right. All the raunchiness of a hip-hop song but with a better melody. It’s a song that would even make Prince and R. Kelly blush. After getting over the initial “What the Hell Brian”-ness of the track, after a few more listens, I found myself swaying from side to side, humming the lyrics to the song all day at work. Damn you Brian McKnight with your sultry voice and catchy tune.
But not everyone was ready to learn what McKnight was doing in between those times when he was crying over tracks. According to Gawker, “…the feedback on Twitter and YouTube was too much for McKnight, who eventually removed the song while lamenting his diminished status in the music industry….In its place, McKnight posted the innocuous “Live Without You” (“okay back to the safe love songs” reads its description).”
After pulling the track, McKnight tweeted: “It’s just sad that this is what I have to do get most of these people to even acknowledge me.” Damn, that is kind of sad. I’m actually ready to string a real life violin for him – to the tune of “If You’re Ready to Learn,” of course.
But seriously, McKnight’s dismal attempt at a comeback aside, his little stunt has also revealed the fate of what happens to artists, who no longer have a place in the finicky music industry. Old school crooners like McKnight, who made careers swooning the ladies and giving men a perfect background music to express their sentiments of real love and affection, have been replaced with young R&B singers. Their entire schtick involves ripping off shirts, half-rapping, half-heavy breathing into microphones about tawdry tales of butt buddies and one-night stands. Yes, the love songs are missing in today’s musical landscape. Most might blame the music industry, but truly, they only give us what we want to hear/settle for.