Miss Wendy's Texas Love
Plus Some Occasional Comments on the
State of the Popular Culture
L-R: Michael Mazocco,
Wendy R. Williams, Armistead Johnson
Photo: Stephen Mosher
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Oh dear Miss
I hope you are able to help me with my problem.
I don’t know where else to turn. I keep receiving email messages
on my computer asking me if I would like to enlarge my ……..well
you know. How did they know? Am I on some kind of very sophisticated
marketing list targeted to men who are not well……….
well…. you know?
Please rest assured. These are just random emails, sent to just anyone, including
your dear Miss Wendy. But I do understand how traumatized you must feel. The
first time I received such an email (are women complaining that you are too
small etc. etc.) I immediately rushed to the bathroom mirror to see if I had
forgotten to wax my upper lip. Being reassured by the image of a still beautiful
woman, I then, in a fit of pique, forwarded the offending email to a former
male friend with the notation “I seem to still be receiving your mail.” This
was not one of Miss Wendy’s prouder moments.
But if you are in fact concerned about this and want to enlarge your johnson,
you can resort to an old fashioned method, well known to young men in Miss
Wendy’s time. Buy a copy of Playboy (or Playgirl depending on …..oh
well, you know) and then…….and then…….and then…….oh
well, you know.
Dear Miss Wendy,
So how do you know the New York Sex Scene – you’re
from Texas and you may not be in your twenties. Huh? Huh?
That would only be a problem if sex changed, things were different – new
technology like computers for instance where you are constantly being required
to throw out the stuff you’ve been using and buy new. But it hasn’t,
it couldn’t. If you were smart enough to figure out how to play with
Legos when you were a kid, you understand sex. No one is manufacturing new
body parts. And sex isn’t different in New York, it’s just funnier.
More pretentious, lots more opportunities to poke fun.
Dear Miss Wendy,
I am still not convinced. You look like
my mother after a trip to see the Wizard of Oz. And just who
are those boys? I hope they are not your children.
- More Skeptical than ever
A picture is worth a thousand words.
Here is Miss Wendy in the days when she was actively conducting research
with great professionalism and commitment to her craft:
"Do you have a
tape measure handy?”
And here is a much older wiser
Miss Wendy sitting at her trusty computer tabulating
the results of decades of research:
the size of my cell phone"
P. S. Those
are not my sons. They are some lovely young
men who APPRECIATE the wise words that come
from my pearly lips like you would if you had
any sense…..sorry, I really am getting
a little snippy. But that’s all the advice
I have. See you next time.Miss Wendy
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