Audrey Ries Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

But here’s what gets me mad – fuckin’ double standards, man! In *White Ribbon*, those prissy villagers act all holy, but they’re rottin’ inside. “What’s done in secret festers,” Haneke’s whisperin’ at us. Whores? At least they’re upfront – no fake smiles, no bullshit. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but who’s payin’ ‘em? Huh? Hypocrites! Makes my blood boil, swear to God.

The Explanation (17:7-18)

To phrase it differently, is virgin/whore a statistically salient pattern in literature, and thus a reflection of deep prejudices in male psychology or given.

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!