Tales of Rock – The Offspring Lead Singer Dexter Holland is a Pretty Awesome Dude!

I loved researching this story! One of my favorites!

Bryan “Dexter” Holland is the kind of dude who, if he can’t get into a rock show, grabs a buddy and starts The Offspring. Half a decade later, he was signed with Epitaph Records to join NOFX and Rancid, with whom his band is partly credited for bringing punk rock back into the angst-dripping hearts of suburban kids who really don’t have much to complain about except the emptiness of their idle middle-class lives. To go down that road, however, he had to give up a pretty straight-arrow career path of over-achieving drudgery that probably would have given him some of his best moody material–and a sick minivan to go with it.

Dexter, as it turns out, grew up in the high-rent suburbs West Garden Grove, California.

He went to Pacifica High School and, instead of setting fires and declaring anarchy, went ahead and graduated as valedictorian instead. He went on to the University of Southern California, became a pre-med student and eventually got his Master’s Degree in molecular biology. (WOW!) He was actually on the way to a Ph.D. before dropping out to follow his dream of throwing glistening globs of his own biological molecules all over screaming audiences night after night.

In his spare time he decided to also become a licensed airline pilot and flew himself around the world. Hey, why not?

Dexter Holland is one awesome dude!

 

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More Love For Legs

“Like someone once said, it’s about where legs lead.”

I’m a leg man through and through. 

Here are some words from some of my male followers on the subject of female propulsion.

 

On an objective note, keeping aside other aspects, here are the things I look for in a woman –

1.Fitness (calves and thighs)
2.Cleanliness (nails)
3.Grooming (waxed)
4.Beauty (fair)
5.Less Hair? (gives an idea of the other body areas too if you know what I mean & no post waxing dots :O)

Legs give me a pretty good idea about all the above. Esp in high heels

1)
Reasons are biological, aesthetic, and cultural.

2)
All parts of women have the potential to attract men. This is due to biology. Humans have a sense of aesthetics. Aesthetics is a part of mathematics and is independent of biology or culture. Culture creates habits and attitudes. All those factors control the expression of interest.

3)
Culture determines whether men get to see legs of women and are able to develop habits related to interest in them. In some conservative cultures the legs of women are kept covered up, but even in the free societies legs of women are subject to aesthetic rules. In the free societies fat, contorted, or hairy legs of women would not normally be considered attractive even if visible.

Like someone once said, it’s about where legs lead. I’ve never been particularly attracted to boobs, but pretty, shapely legs leading to a nice butt will get me every time.

Legs, eyes and hair guy here. Something about these 3 features just strikes me, rather than listing over boobs and female bum, but they don’t come too much further down the list ;). It’s just the luscious shape of the female legs, they connect to the hips and the hips are wider than ours for child bearing reasons, there’s your answer. I don’t mean ridiculously wide hips either, they are just a certain shape especially with a smaller waist sitting just above.

For me, a women’s legs can hold the same erotic cache as her secondary sex characteristics. So much of our (my?) sexual triggers are formed during adolescence; when I was growing up, the key to my earliest sexual arousals were those elements that differentiated women from girls. Women were sexy, while girls held no particular sexual interest because they looked essentially like boys. So what aroused me, and most of the other young boys I knew, were things that made a woman no longer a little girl: larger breasts, pubic hair, and fully developed, curvy legs. The length of a woman’s legs didn’t make much difference. In fact, for some unknown reason, I greatly prefer shorter women’s legs, perhaps because they often have more pronounced variation between the joints and the muscle—shape! This sexual maturity factor has been a constant throughout my 50+ years: like many men, larger breasts hold special allure; but I also find a woman’s body hair incredibly sexy as well, especially pubic, arm and leg hair.

I think part of it, at least for me, is that for women legs represent both physical strength and physical fitness. Women tend to have strong lower body strength, which I find appealing. I have noticed when lifting weights that for squats, leg presses, etc., women often lift amounts comparable to what the men lift, sometimes more, and that really draws my interest/attention, particularly to their legs. Perhaps this sexual appeal concerning legs and lower body strength is an evolutionary trait has something to do with an increased likelihood that stronger women will better bear children, but that is just speculation on my part.

personally l love legs because they define a girl’s love with her own body. They are the only ones that can really distinguish the true nature of a girl. Legs are their only body parts that makeup fails to hide their ugliness. even with makeup physical fitness of legs can also be shown by legs by looking at how skinny or fat the legs are. This to some extent reveals how athletic a girl is. Chubby legs are often associated with stiff women which in most cases men do not like. In conclusion it all leads to how flexible you are in bed and how much do you love your body.

 

 

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Phicklephilly Special Report: A CURE FOR CANCER? ISRAELI SCIENTISTS SAY THEY THINK THEY FOUND ONE!

https://www.jpost.com/HEALTH-SCIENCE/A-cure-for-cancer-Israeli-scientists-say-they-think-they-found-one-578939

 

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More Love for Legs

I love women’s legs. I remember intentionally dropping my crayon on the floor in 2nd grade, just so I could check out my teacher’s legs as she dangled one shoe off her foot while sitting there reading us all a story. I can’t learn that. It’s just something in me that I love about women.

This subject is actually a bit complex, I think, because there are both biological and cultural factors involved. Yes, from the standpoint of evolutionary biology, we could definitely point to strong, shapely legs as an indicator of fitness, and no doubt human legs have evolved in terms of both length and shape because of both natural and sexual selection. However, I tend to think that various cultural factors overlaying all this are probably even more important for “leg men,” who imprint on their particular focus within a specific cultural context.

The accidents of personal experience play a very significant part. If you come to associate women’s legs with sex during puberty, that will probably stick with you for your whole life. And it could be for various reasons: seeing sexy pantyhose commercials on TV, noting a particular girl’s legs in school (because of how she’s dressed), talking about women’s legs with friends at the time, etc. And then perhaps this association becomes even more strongly reinforced by envisioning and dreaming about women’s legs (including images from the media and real life) while you masturbate.

Our culture definitely tends to treat women’s legs as sexy, so there’s also a very potent trans-personal cultural dynamic at work. Personal experience hooks into that quite readily, because it’s out there in various forms in the media and everyday life. Just seeing, say, a dance by a “leg goddess” such as Cyd Charisse in an old musical might imprint on your mind for life.

A culture doesn’t have to grant women’s legs this particular sexual emphasis, and not all do, but it’s a non-arbitrary association, because their legs lead directly to the obvious.

And this association is enhanced by cultural norms in various ways. First, in our culture, women shave their legs, making them smooth and even sexier and also yet more different from the legs of men. (They’re already naturally much less hairy, more rounded, and more shapely.) Women also often exercise them specifically in order to improve their tone and shape and perhaps tan them as well. And use skin softeners and so forth. Further, they wear stockings or pantyhose, which gives them an even smoother, sheerer texture and conceals minor blemishes, suggesting physical perfection. They also wear high-heeled shoes, which flex the muscles of the legs with each step, emphasizing shapeliness and fitness. And they sometimes wear short skirts or slit dresses or whatever that draw the eyes to the legs and emphasize them. A male who grows up surrounded by all this can be forgiven for developing an obsession with women’s legs.

And what’s not to like? Legs appeal to multiple senses: sight and touch. There’s a superb shape and line as well as an enticing texture (enhanced, of course, by shaving and perhaps nylons). At the sight of a woman’s legs, a man might well dream of running his hands over them and coming between them. And that smoothness in turn suggests and evokes what? Well, the vagina itself. So it’s no “accident” at all that shaving and wearing nylons are cultural enhancements that even more strongly allow legs to evoke feminine sexuality and enhance female sexual power.

With clothing, legs can also very handily be both revealed and concealed, which makes them almost uniquely empowered to allow women to tease and seduce men and inflame their imaginations. Legs being long, a little can be revealed, then a little more, then …. and so on, all the way up. It all depends on how much she wants to show. And sometimes less can be more. In addition, the momentary flash of legs through a slit skirt while a woman is in stride or crossing her legs can burn a potent image into a receptive man’s mind, both because they are beautiful in and of themselves and also because they suggest sexual availability. And if they are subsequently concealed, you yearn to see them again and also to see more. Dresses and skirts are all about advertising accessibility while also concealing and withholding.

 

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Netflix and Marie Kondo have People (serenely) Bulldozing their Closets, and Thrift Stores are Riding the Wave

 

I love her and I’m going to do this to my place in Rittenhouse!

 

https://www.cnn.com/2019/01/12/entertainment/marie-kondo-konmari-tidying-up-netflix-trnd/index.html

 

 

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Tales of Rock – Michael Jackson Uses Dangerous Anesthesia to Sleep

When Michael Jackson’s hair caught fire after a pyrotechnic device malfunctioned above his head while filming a Pepsi commercial in 1984, at the time it seemed like a fluke accident that he quickly moved on from. But his process of recovery profoundly affected his life in two ways. One, it got him started on altering his appearance through cosmetic surgery. Two, it gave him his first exposure to prescription painkillers. For the next quarter-century, Jackson’s reliance on drugs vacillated.

In times of stress, he abused them and engaged in hardcore financial malfeasance to numb himself from the mental toll of being repeatedly accused of child molestation and surrounded by a galaxy of managers, lawyers, Arab royalty and entertainment industry players eager to get a piece of him—none more ruthless about it than his own family. But most of all, he used drugs to sleep.

A star of Jackson’s stature didn’t get drugs like an ordinary person. He’d shop for a doctor and then use him to get what he needed conveniently. It was this type of arrangement that led him to get addicted to propofol, a hypnotic form of anesthesia that induces a deep sleep but that is only safe when administered in a clinical setting. Jackson used this as casually as NyQuil, referring to it as “my milk.”

In June 2009, while preparing for a series of concerts at London’s O2 Arena that would have either been a massive comeback or giant fiasco (we’ll never really know which) Jackson’s doctor, Conrad Murray, put him under with propofol and he never came back. He was 50 years old. Conrad is now serving time in prison for charges related to Jackson’s death.

Say what you will about this man, but Michael Jackson will always be a national treasure to me and a gift to the world of music.

I’m just a guy writing a dating and relationship blog here. I love writing Tales of Rock and always have a tale to tell.

But Micheal Jackson is a beautiful, tortured soul who rose out of abuse and became one of the greatest musical voices of our generation. He took the darkness and turned it into light.

Thank you, Michael. I’m so sorry what happened to you.

 

Charles

 

 

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