Tobacco stocks are like the movie "Indecent Proposal": A million dollars to do something that some, perhaps even you, find morally objectionable. Worth it? As Redford's character says: "Think of it. A lifetime of security... for one night."
I’m sorry/not sorry: The idea that a modern woman, old enough to vote, some 60 years after the Pill still does not know how her vagina works, perplexes the man in me and should offend the “hear me roar” women in you.
Looking back, I wish my Dad would have told me to go get a job at the local hair salon, sweeping up the hair and stocking boxes and folding smocks to benefit from being around lots of women in an environment that is all theirs, so I could watch, listen and learn.
A true story: Sigmund Freud's nephew fought discrimination against women by their husbands in 1929; he organized an Easter Sunday protest to force husbands to allow women to smoke. His protest went viral overnight, and soon women could smoke just about any damn place they wanted.
There's two ways you can get “the cut” done; the old way aka “your father’s vasectomy” or the new way, aka a “no-scalpel vasectomy.” One involves a cut, with a blade and all that. Yeah, a blade, down there. The other way is...well, "cutless." Which sounds better to you?