I much prefer my original title:
“Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?”
It’s absence makes it look like stupidly I left that gag “on the table.”
Anyhow, this is 800 words of dick jokes. See if you can spot them all. (See what I did there…?)
Yet consider this: A few years ago, copywriting guru “James Chartrand” revealed that he was a she. No, this isn’t another tedious tranny tale; as a struggling freelance writer, she began applying for gigs using that male name—changing nothing else about the way she conducted business, mind you—and her income skyrocketed overnight. She also “received fewer requests for revisions—often none at all,” and far more compliments and referrals.
This happened in this century, not the previous one, or the one before that.
Why? Partly because—sorry, my fellow ladies—too many of you ruin it for the rest of us. Wilson admits that her encounter with that dodgy gallery owner left her shaking and tearful, and indeed, lots of females are perpetual emotion machines who, however bright and talented, are too much work to work with.
