The Flip Flop Girl

2009-12-23T18:52:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I know, I know, I have not been posting. Sort of just stopped and left for awhile. And now I'm thinking, well, I should share new stuff.

I feel like a pretty happy girl these days, still wearing my flip flops all the time. Still getting into trouble when I can. I will dive right in with another sweet little story in just a bit. First, I'm ready for a new year. I'll be talking about what's happened this last year and we'll just settle in and enjoy each other's company.

The last boyfriend, he's history. OK, here's the thing. He could not stop with his demands that I upload video of us doing our foot loving. He wanted to have himself in a video sucking on my toes or, get this, he wanted me to let him do a video of me sucking on my toes. That's just too personal. I love to write about stuff like that but I can't see myself doing it for everyone to see. So, this was a long struggle for him, and for me, because I was in love with him. And he did everything to push me away by pushing that on me.

It started out that he wanted to do a video just for us to look at and I finally said that I was cool with that even though I really wasn't. And it escalated from there. One day, I remember it was really sunny outside and pretty warm inside and I'd been padding about the apartment naked for awhile and I just got to sucking on my toes. I've written about this before. It was calms me down. And he shows up and says to hold that pose, keep doing what I'm doing, because he's going to do a video! I ignored him, which was stupid, and kept licking and sucking. I was actually having fun. And he started his video. It was crazy but it sort of turned me on but I did not want that jerk to upload it for the world to see. I finally stopped and asked him to stop too. He did. But I always wondered what happened next to that video he got because, as I remember, we started to fight and he promised he'd erased it and then we got distracted with something, friends were coming over, and I sort of lost track. Time passed and I guess I still trusted him and forgot about it.

Fastforward a few months and he tells me that he's done me a really great favor, that he's taken me to a new level in my crusade to help people understand and embrace their sexulity. He uploaded that video to Youtube!! That piece of garbage took something very private, sacred even, and betrayed me! That's part of why I haven't been writing. I looked for that video and found so many others. I had no idea. There are tons of toe sucking videos on Youtube and I don't think a lot of people are aware of them. I mean, I was but, at the same time, I wasn't. It's not like I was looking for them. Anyway, I found mine. And so I looked at it and, for a moment there, I was lost in the beauty of it. I have to say, that I sort of liked seeing it there and being able to have others see it. But, then I came back down to reality, and had to conclude that the guy was a major jackass for doing that. This was highjacking my privacy and, even if I liked seeing it on some level, it wasn't for him to decide. It would actually be a whole different experience if this had happend completely with my blessing. It might be pretty much the same video being uploaded and all but it would have a totally different intention and energy. So, maybe I liked it but, at the end of the day, I was mad as hell. And I broke up with the bastard.

That's my sweet little story for the moment. It's nice to be back. I'm curious about who is out there these days. And I'm curious about what you think of all the foot videos on Youtube. Do you look at them? Would you consider being in one of them?

2009-04-08T15:07:00.001-07:00

Here is a beautiful cover to Diary of a Mad Old Man by Junichiro Tanizaki. One of my readers highly recommends this as a very good book on a foot fetish theme. I've just ordered a copy. Thanks for your feedback!!!

2009-02-18T08:50:00.000-08:00

As my online friend just said, why would a guy want to start talking when he had my beautiful toes in his hot mouth? Thad has always been good in bed. He certainly has the body and the confidence and the sense of humor. When he first brought up wanting to do a video like that, I shook my head. "No fucking way," was what I said next when he just stared at me. "But it's no big deal," he said. "Well, if it's no big deal, then we don't need to do it." He held firmly to both my feet and kept his eyes on my toes. He was at the foot of the bed on his knees and my feet were directly in front of him. At any moment, he could just sink his mouth down onto my toes. He could be lapping away at my soles. So, yeah man, no talking, especially no talking shit. Wasn't our lovemaking enough?!!!

2009-02-09T08:07:00.000-08:00

It started out one night, like so many others, we were getting into it. He had his hands on the prize, my beautiful feet. He had one in each of his big hands. He lapped away at the soles, one after the other. He had such a rhythm going it was so awesome, I thought I was going to cum right then and there, just from his licking. Lick, lick, lick, like a great big puppy dog onto my hungry feet so in need of his nourishment. And then, just then, the guy has to break the mood. "You know, babe, we should do a video."

2009-01-23T13:05:00.000-08:00

Change We Can Believe In

I sometimes wonder if my blog has taken a wrong turn. It seems to be more a place for guys to gratify their desires than a place to thoughtfully discuss issues. And then I look back on comments and, yeah, there's a little of everything. I wish there were more female observations. I think this is an issue that is more talked about only when the mood is just right for most of us girls. For me, I suppose it's sort of the same. I haven't blogged in a very long time. I needed to cool off and look back on things. I did have a problem with my boyfriend and I've been hesitant to really get into it. I think he just got out of control for me. Maybe that's the best way to put it for now. He wanted to video all the things we do in the bed. The sort of things I feel comfortable maybe writing about here but not stuff I'm ever going to video. And that was the problem. I want to discuss what happened. Maybe I'm overreating. I thought about that. But, no, I know myself and my limits. I think I know what the desires and limits are of most women too. That's what gets me back to wanting to write. I'd like to explain my side of what happened between my boyfriend and me. For now, I'm just feeling good about Obama. Aren't you?

2008-03-25T17:04:00.000-07:00

Hey Everybody,
I just feel so so good right now and I wanted to share. The weather is totally awesome and you know I'm loving it, totally into my flip flops and with a beautiful fresh coat of polish. Today it's been pink flips and ruby polish. Lucky for me, I was out and about while the sun was bright and shiny. It started to rain on us here in Seattle by the middle of the day. I was back home catching up on some work that's been piling up. Anyway, I haven't done it quite like this in awhile but I decided to indulge and I stuck my foot in my mouth! First the big toe, started suckin on it. Had some music on and, well, I guess I did have some wine too. But I made a promise to myself to indulge, be a little wild, and then get back to work! I did it. I met my deadline and all is well. So, yeah, I had my Merlot, sucked my big toe like a little baby and then right along and licked and sucked the rest of my toes, one foot and then the next, and by the end I was holding my right foot in my hands and had all five toes in my mouth! I'm crazy, I know. And somehow, it feels so right to let all of you know...makes it even better, ya know? Can you see that? Yeah, it's just a cool thing to me. A great way to release stress. In fact, I have to say, I do it more often than I might realize. I know, here and there, just to give me a lift, I might suck my big toe as I'm doing yoga. Now, that's something I'd like to hear from all of you out there--doesn't it soothe you-care to admit? Well, I'm admitting it again as I am prone to do. And I'm admitting I did a lot of it today. Anyways, that's all I have to say for now. Take care and Peace to ALL of you!

2008-03-11T20:24:00.000-07:00

Oh, Eliot, What Have You Wrought?

This from Time.com:

On a day of heavy ironies for one of America's most prominent and promising politicians, there was this: the prostitution ring that New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer allegedly patronized was called the Emperors Club VIP. It was the governor's own imperial mien, after all, that will make this fall from grace particularly bruising.

And here's a good link to the whole sordid
tale of falling from grace.

Well, what can I say. This is the sort of news story that knocks my flip flops off!!

This has everything people! And, after thinking it over, I think Eliot needs to chill out and plan his next move. Hopefully that won't include jail time for this character but it might. All things considered, I think one thing Spitzer needs to do is decide now if he can go ahead and crossover to the other side where all the fun he so desires appears to be. This guy's life story has already crossed over to the entertainment news whether he's ready or not. But, if he is honest with himself, maybe he needs to find himself on some talk show or some other razzle dazzle pursuit. This has worked for former Cincinnati mayor Jerry Springer although he got his name into the tabloids after he'd left politics and got into show business, right? Well, more than likely, Spitzer is not as daring and will gradually fade away and do all he can to rebuild his reputation in the same vein as another sex scandal fool, Gary Hart, which will mean writing bogus academic books in the coming years. Hey, his wife seems to support him. She encouraged him to fight on as governor! So, maybe that's the state of shock talking or maybe Mrs. Spitzer is simply putting things into perspective. The man will want to do something. I just don't think it's necessary for him to continue a charade of being one thing when he'd love to be another. He would be doing everyone a favor by getting a divorce.

I mean, if Eliot really would rather be in the Playboy mansion than the governor's mansion, he really should go ahead and make it happen and he could at the snap of a finger. The tragedy for this guy is that he's too afraid to do it.

In Eliot's mind, he could hold the masses up to one standard as the crime busting "Mr. Clean" while he could indulge in the very thing that he, "Mr. Clean," was suppose to be fighting against. Was he disillusioned in his work? Are the trappings of power all a sham to him? Who is the really Eliot? Well, it would be pretty hard for him to distance himself from all the tradition bound circles he travels in although the man has managed to live a double life. As do any number of other powerful men. It's interesting that he has not been caught in a true affair but instead found to be "Client 9." Wow, from "Mr. Clean" to "Client 9." Which is closer to the real Eliot? Which is closer to the real America with its collectively uptight views on sex?

What is totally wrong, beyond the fact he's found paying for it and all, is that he appears to have wanted to push things further and have sweet little Ashley engage in some unsafe sex acts. How far did this guy want to sink? So, here he is putting his loyal wife at risk! That to me, is the last and final straw. Maybe there's more to the story here but I don't think so. Sure, Ashley must have been the highest end call girl you can get but that doesn't guarantee she couldn't possibly have an STD. Or how about the risk of getting this aspiring singer pregnant?

Well, it's all over now and Ashley seems more than ready to collect her fifteen minutes of fame and then some. Who knows, maybe once the smoke has cleared, that's what Eliot should do and provide us with whatever type of entertainment sideshow he'd like to partake in. It certainly worked out for Dick Morris. Remember that infamous toe-sucker? I've done some research and this man really fell from grace but the public-at-large seemed to take only so much notice or didn't want to know too many details about his paying to suck the toes of a high end call girl. Was it Ashley? No, she would have still been in grade school. For those of you who don't know, Dick Morris was Bill Clinton's top adviser and coined the term, "triangulate," in other words, finding ways to work both sides of the political spectrum to the middle or something like that. Anyhow, Dick Morris, the supposed political wizard, got caught in his own sex scandal drama but today enjoys a regular presence on the talk show circuit. I've seen him. No one ever mentions toe-sucking to him. So, why not Eliot? Give him some time. He might still come around. Not most likely to happen but this guy is full of surprises.

2008-01-07T18:03:00.000-08:00

An Awesome 2008 Ahead, Toes in the Air, Suck Away, Have Fun, Be Free!

I really don't have anything to say but just wanted to say hello. Actually, I always have something to say. I wish some of you would have replied to my last post--just curious. I really thought that was a cool article and hit on the themes I keep shouting about. If we were more free, we'd be less tense, and either we wouldn't be going to spas so much or the whole spa thing could somehow be a more healthy experience for everyone involved. Or maybe that's asking too much, especially from the spa workers. I especially liked the part in the article about how young women these days, at least in New York, are very comfortable with lying on a table naked for just a bikini wax. It's not a Brazilian so what are they thinking? And, if it is a Brazilian they came for, fine, the whole thing doesn't matter anyway. The most intimate has become just another piece of armor in the game of sex. The armor for amore.

Anyway, there's always something to say. The political process is in full swing and there's always plenty of flip floppin goin on there, especially by Mitt Romney. Oh, that's too easy. But that guy is just weird in the sense I really don't think he believes in anything but himself. If I had to bet on Brit or Mitt, I'd take Brit anytime. But, since I have your fleeting attention, I should roll out something juicy for the horny element among us, huh? Hey, you guys can settle this one for me, which is better: clean pretty feet or dirty pretty feet? Matter of taste, huh? Not too much of that barefootin on sidewalks, no. But what about clean pretty feet that look dirty? Like dipped in chocolate, all messed up like that? Yeah, that I like. That I've tried a few times. It's messy but it's fun. He likes it anyway. I might talk more about him in this coming year. We've been up to some fun and it gets me excited thinking about it. Oh, I've meant to do a lot things with this blog. Well, I'll just see how I feel let things happen naturally. Just sayin hello.

2007-12-02T10:18:00.000-08:00

Here's another perspective related to my main theme the sensual/sexual nature of flip flops and the like in the current issue of New York magazine.

I think the very last paragraph speaks to what I'm working with. We love the flip flop way beyond what would seem reasonable, for instance, because maybe a lot of us find we're getting something from that flip flop experience that is hard to come by otherwise. We also want things fast and now and the flip flop is definitely instant gratification, isn't it? Cellphone + iPod + flip flops = happiness.

New York magazine, Dec 3, 2007 issue:

And yet there is also Hochschild’s question: Is something missing in our lives that we’re trying to replace with spa services? Kim and I talk again about why her clients want these treatments—why so many more, right now. “These days, people don’t have family, that’s the problem,” says Kim. “Because at least before, even though they don’t get married, they have their intimate partner, or they live with brothers or sisters, they always have company. These days, they travel a lot. Every family member is living so far away. And when they go home, they do their computer, they watch TV, then they go to sleep; that’s it. You don’t have your sister to say, I do your nails, I braid your hair—even with your family, you’re not really keeping company; people are so individualized.” She smiles and gazes out onto 72nd Street. “How many people do they have to do the braiding of their hair?”

2007-11-08T10:26:00.000-08:00

Barefooters.org is a wonderful organization focusing on walking barefoot. Check them out here.

I think walking barefoot on a bunch of rocks would be quite a challenge for me. I'm not sure I'll be doing that anytime soon. But the barefooters group wants you to know it can present a spiritual high. I can see that. I love all sorts of sensations on my feet. What I don't really like are calluses!

2007-11-02T17:15:00.000-07:00

Leave it to TMZ to provide some very juicy toe sucking stories like this one.

For anyone who has seen "From Dust to Dawn" this isn't a shock. You have to hand it to Quentin for being so free with his foot fetish. The photo says it all to me: we have so much more to discuss! I don't know if any of you guys who have posted have really yet articulated what it's like for you to love a woman's feet. I'd love to read your specific thoughts. As for you girls out there, I realize it's more of a touchy subject but I'd love to have you chime in too.

Well, I suppose this inspires a call for a top ten list of foot fetish celebs. Quentin would have to be at the top of this one.

Actually, I just learned about this TMZ story from there very own show on TV! Did you see it? They started to come up with their own list: Tommy Lee, Jack Black, and some new model, I didn't catch the name. Oh, well. As I think we realize now, all of this just goes to show there's so much more to this very fascinating subject.

I hate to say this but does Quentin gross anyone out? Is his foot love just a bit too much?

2007-10-24T11:08:00.000-07:00

HIGH HEELS GOT YOU DOWN?

Here is something sent in by a friend with a sense of humor and well as a sense of what is right and wrong. This is an ad on Craigslist in Seattle. The title and, as you will see, the content makes me think this is more appropriate as some sort of personals ad and not a professional ad seeking a potential employee.

The company, Seattle Stair, appears to do great woodwork and, from the ad, appears to have quite a foot fetish. Check it out.

Isn't it illegal to discriminate based on sex, etc? The ad doesn't explain how this administrative job has anything to do with being a woman, much less a woman who wears high heels. This is just hilarious. But it also makes me mad. And it baffles me too. What a sexist jerk! He probably lies around watching Fox News waiting for a peek at his new admin girl wandering around in flip flops. I could see this guy saying he's all innocent and didn't mean to offend anyone but that's pretty lame.

This is the original High Heels ad.
And what follows is the same ad:

High Heels Got You Down??

Reply to: job-455162074@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-21, 12:21AM PDT

Toss the heels and launch your career. Get with a company that’s more in tune with who you are. We are a growing design and craftsman oriented company doing work for an increasingly sophisticated clientele: CEO’s, Oprah Winfrey, politicians, Barney’s New York. We have projects in Seattle, the San Juans, Hawaii and elsewhere. We need someone to run the showroom and office for our local clients so we can remain strong and dedicated to our home market. We want to pursue estate level and commercial projects while not compromising our home turf. We will train you for this position if you have a related background we can build on.

This is a position for the girl who got her college degree, but never liked high heels or doesn’t like them any more. We need your brains, but you can toss the heels in the back of the closet. Our product and some of our projects are sophisticated. Our work environment is not. We are in a cool old building in SODO. The shop makes noise and dust. The showroom is unique, but is not Madison Avenue. We create beauty. Our clients love what we do for them. We are routinely told we care about our work, we understand our client’s needs, and we deliver stunning work they couldn’t find anywhere else.

Here’s our web link: www.seattlestair.com
Here’s a Seattle PI news story on us: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/business/307832_retail17.html
Or one from the Seattle Times: http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=craft18&date=20050618&query=davila+seattle+stair

Position Requirements:

College degree in any field

Min. 5 years experience in one or more related fields:
Sales/customer service
Bookkeeping
Design or autocad
Marketing
Construction (hands on) or
Construction (office/admin.)
Project management

Literate, well spoken, mature, real world savvy, fun loving, creative

This is a new position within the company geared toward:

1. Leveraging the company’s success into deeper market penetration in local residential stairs at all levels, and local and national stairs at the estate and commercial levels;

2. Bringing all administrative functions back on site and systematizing timely record keeping and production feedback; AR/AP/Payroll

3. Giving walk-in and call in customers prompt on demand service and beginning the design relationship through education. This is meant to both serve the customers and function as a working lab to identify customer’s key felt needs and apply test solutions to monitor effectiveness for further application and raise our connection rate with customers;

4. “Keeping the ship aright”, i.e. help out in the shop if you would enjoy this, assist with owner’s small apartment building/bookkeeping; provide support for Sales Manager and Foreman, enable reduction in owner’s schedule to four day work week, and other selected priorities.

This position is ready for immediate filling. Competitive pay and benefits + medical. Please reply with resume or questions.

Location: Seattle
Compensation: Depending on Qualifications
Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
Please, no phone calls about this job!
Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

PostingID: 455162074

Maybe you should answer the ad and let him know what you think.

2007-10-17T17:22:00.001-07:00

WHEN IN DOUBT, JUST GO BAREFOOT
Some recent, and not so recent, pics of celeb barefoot sightings. Celebs like to go barefoot too, just like us mere mortals.
Kate Hudson, Britney, Kimberly Stewart, and Nicole Richie. Out of these girls, maybe Nicole Richie is the barefoot queen--or it's a tie between her and Brit.

2007-09-18T16:16:00.000-07:00

END THE WAR!!!

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO ACHIEVE PEACE!!!

HERE'S WHY THE JOHN WAYNE APPROACH WON'T WORK

It's never too late to achieve peace. Thousands of protesters made their voices heard during demonstrations around the globe last weekend, on Saturday, September 15, 2007. Photos from the demonstrations in Washington, D.C. indicate that today's youth are not as passive as some pundits would have us believe. Is all this too little too late? I'd say it's never too late to speak up against this stupid war!

I do believe that a lot of people, particularly Democrats, regret not having spoken up sooner. The fact remains that this war was and is a wrong war to fight. We should never have invaded Iraq. Those who support the war believe it's too late to argue those points. The White House & Co. won't even admit to them and just wish them to all go away. No, it's essential to stress that this is an illegitimate war. There are also those who demand some sort of "victory" as if John Wayne could ride all through Iraq, knock out the bad guys, and make everything a nice red, white, and blue. Everyone would be so grateful and in awe of the good ole U. S. of A. We'd all have a big helping of mom's apple pie, salute Bill O'Rielly, and we'd be so very happy. Sorry, but that's a crazy fantasy!

John Wayne, God bless him, is long gone and not the answer. Dubya and Big Dick are not John Wayne. "VIctory" is a fantasy that draft dodger rich boys like Dubya and Big Dick have no trouble selling to the gullible.

We need to think hard about why we went into Iraq (admit our mistake) and the chaos and agony we have created. We need to think hard about our exit strategy while we still can and while we pull the hell out of Iraq. This is not going well for us and is not going to get better. Diplomacy needs to be our highest priority. I guess Bush & Co. are going to leave that for Barak Obama or Hillary Clinton or John Edwards to achieve. Whoever our Democratic president should be, he or she will have quite a lot to fix!

Some say that the US in Iraq could be the beginning of World War III. Not 9/11 but the US invasion of Iraq. We need to turn this situation in Iraq into a truly international effort to achieve peace. It's a mess. No doubt about that. The last thing we need is to be fantasizing about some John Wayne victory.

2007-09-16T09:26:00.000-07:00

STOP THE WAR!!!

GENERAL DAVID PETRAEUS IS BEING USED TO SELL THE WAR JUST THE WAY GENERAL COLIN POWELL WAS USED!

And even with that being the case, Gen. Petraeus is not painting a rosy picture!

It is Gen. Petraeus who concludes that the situation in Iraq demands a political solution not a military one!

The war was a scam to begin with. We should never have gone to war. The Democrats should have fought Bush when he was gearing up to invade Iraq. Some did but most were unsure and left with doubt. We have to also remember that the Republicans held the majority in Congress up until only recently! Most Americans are now speaking up against this war and Democrats are doing what they can. Yes, politics will always get in the way but there are many trying to rise above politics like the respected Republican, Sen. John Warner, who has come out against the war.

2007-09-13T14:44:00.000-07:00

Wake Me Up When It's Over

Oh, I wish it were only that easy.

Dubya has a new speech tonight where he's going to tell us he's pulling back on some troops. Well, he just had a surge! To pull back some troops now is just bringing us back to the same troop level. Whatever the troop level, it's a crazy war and it has to come to an end. The Bushies really don't give a flying fig what you think. All we can, and should be doing, is demading action from Congress every single day until Bush backs down. Aside from that, vote Democrat.

Funny how just a day after Rove, "Bush's Brain," made it out the door, Bush gives that speech comparing leaving Iraq too soon to the "tragedy," as his new brain sees it, of America leaving Veitnam. How much longer would Bush have had us in Vietnam?! That was a dumbass war just like Iraq! Yes, we always salute the people that wear the uniform and go fight these wars. It's the powers that be that are crimminal. Look it up, it was Henry Kissinger who said the enlisted were just cannon fodder. What do you think the Bushies really think of our armed forces? The real tragedy is how the Bush administration has abused the military!

JUST A NOTE AFTER SEEING THE BUSH SPEECH: It wasn't anything productive. Bush just said a small number of troops would come home. And later he said that the generals need to have all the flexibility they need which can mean anything. Troops going back to Iraq that already served. More troops in the future, etc. So, unfortunately, it was just a lackluster sales job. What Bush & Co. want next is a permanent role in Iraq, like in Korea, I guess. That sounds screwy.

THIS JUST IN FROM OUR FRIEND DICK CHENEY: The day after the Bush speech, Big Dick came out fighting and touting out the rhetoric against pulling out too early. This from Reuters:

If U.S. and coalition forces left Iraq before Iraqis could defend themselves, moderates would be "crushed," extremists would push the country into "chaos," and competing factions including groups backed by Iran "would unloose an all-out war, with the violence unlikely to be contained within Iraq," Cheney said.

"The ensuing carnage would further destabilize the Middle East and magnify the threat to our friends throughout the region," he said.

OK, so that's classic Cheney. Nothing new there. Just a lot of hot air. What people like him are neglecting to say is that this is really an issue for the Iraqi people to sort out. If they want a civil war, they are going to have one. What they really should be doing, and here's where the US could help, is sitting down and talking peace. It sounds nuts but it can happen. Also, this will not mean the end of the world if the US pulls out. Iran and Iraq were at war with each other through most of the '80s and the rest of the world didn't care. It finally resolved itself. An Iraqi civil war, if it came to that, would have to resolve itself too.

2007-09-12T17:06:00.000-07:00

We Love Britney and We Love Chris Crocker!!!!

I have been inspired to post! Your flip flop girl is still out there! It's been taking me awhile to get inspired but Chris Crocker is the real deal and got me off my ass to say something. He, if you don't know, has released an impassioned plea to all the media, and whoever else is profitting from hating Britney, to stop, stop, stop! You can see it on YouTube. I have a feeling you already have and, if that's the case, why not leave him a nice positive comment?

Britney Spears is a modern day goddess. We all used to worship at her feet. Now, that she's been having all these problems, the people with the so-called power to build up or tear down a star, are all too ready to knock her down. It was this need for greed from all the interests out there ready to profit from Britney that pushed her into the spotlight when she was vulnerable and not ready. Sure, Brit can take some of the responsibility but it's a whole different world she runs in and I can see where it would be easy to be led down the wrong path by all her advisers and handlers. I do hope that Britney can somehow find the right people for herself and do what she needs to do. The song, "Gimme More," actually is very good. And her body too is just fine. It's a natural look. It's up to her if she wants to tone up some more but there's nothing wrong with her body right now. And her talent is still there. If Madonna can remain a star, then there's got to be way for Britney to find her way back.

No more hating on people!

Chris Crocker you are an angel!

2007-08-30T13:15:00.001-07:00

What Do Toes Taste Like?

It's a question that comes up now and then. I'm not bringing up the subject all the time. I don't even bring it up all the time on my blog but I thought I'd hit it straight on today! Yeah, I seem to find myself with some spare time to goof off. Maybe not as much as my "lifecaster" friend, Justine, but a good amount comes my way when I need it. And, while on the subject of Justine, I wonder if she should talk about subjects like feet and toe sucking, just to spice things up, ya know? I'm not asking her to suck her toes for all to see, although that could work for her show. Anyway, toes, toes, toes. What do they taste like? Here's the thing. We're going to do this together. Prepare to close your eyes, after closing yours eyes, take a deep breathe, imagine me next to you, I give out a little moan and ask if you want to play and place my big toe next to your mouth, you open your mouth and take it in and start to suck, now, just as you're imagining all of that awesome goodness, quickly put your thumb in your mouth and start to suck it. This is what toes taste like. I'm serious. It's just the same as licking or sucking your fingers. Why should it be so different, right? I mean, I know, feet can get sweaty and that can turn on some people but not me especially. If you take good care of your feet, then no problem. I hope this clears things up for some of you. A lot of you already know this but it's fun to talk about, isn't it? Oh, one last thing, if you don't have a mate to suck toes with, by all means, suck your own toes! Again, I'm serious. This is a whole issue to itself but it's really not a big deal. I'm not saying I do this all the time. It's just one of those things that can be fun, like anything else in life, right?

2007-08-30T07:54:00.000-07:00

Why Do You Wear Flip Flops?

I have been conducting a very casual little survey about flip flops this summer among my girlfriends when we get together whether it be waiting in line for brunch, or while at a party, or just hanging out and this is what I've gathered. I've collected my samples and bring you what I've heard the most said about why us girls love our flip flops:

1. "They're the closest I can get to being barefoot."

2. "They're convenient. I just slip them on."

3. "They go with just about anything I'm wearing."

4. "They show off all of my feet. The whole pedicure on view."

5. "They are the most comfortable thing I wear."

I rank these basically in order with #1 being what I feel might be the biggest reason of all. We girls love to be barefoot. I know guys love to be barefoot too. But maybe girls like it more? What about any sexual stuff being added to the mix? Well, maybe it's the guys who fetishize the foot more than the girls. I fetishize the foot I'm very happy to say but maybe that's not the case with most girls. Feel free to tell me what you think. I can start a new list if I get enough responses. For now, I'd say it comes down to a top five list.

2007-08-29T14:46:00.000-07:00

So what do you think of Justine?

Watch live video and chat on Justin.tv

Well, I am interested to see what happens. So far, I've seen Justine checking on her new site, tastyblogsnack.com, which may be where you'll actually get some solid content. There's nothing quite like the written word to express some really organized and coherent content. You need thought and afterthought and editing to create something consistent and compelling. I thought her feature on Yahoo was very entertaining. The actual show, or "lifecast" is not, at least not at the moment. Such is life, right? Life is not entertaining 24/7. Life is made up of moments and only some of those moments truly rise to the occassion of being memorable. The idea of someone putting their life on display is definitely intriguig. You could argue that it depends on who the person is on the display and what they are doing. In the case of Justine, hey, she's beautiful and she has a bubbly personality so that's something. If she were on a quest for something, doing something specific, then it gets very very interesting. But what will she do? What does she really even have to say? I am Justine. I am the Internet? No, I don't think so. But I'm not thinking that I'd do a better job of it. I really prefer to take my time and blog now and then.

I'm watching Justine's lifecast right now and wondering if something is actually going to happen but knowing that nothing is going to happen. I think I want something to happen. I'm suppose to expect nothing and that's exactly what I'm getting. It's not exactly her fault. We're watching raw footage of life. It seems like something is about to happen and then..nothing. Darn. Oh, finally, something. She's eating a sandwich. A young woman eats a sandwich and people all over the net watch. If she were to comment more about herself or anything at all...oh, wait, she just said something about her sandwich. And now she just took a swig from her juice.

We expect less as a society. That's why that girl who exposed her mind as being severely underutilized is an instant celeb. I'm referring to Miss South Carolina from the Miss Teen Pageant who, when asked her opinion on a survey that claims 15 percent of Americans can't find the United States on a map, began to blather in such a way to indicate very little thinking going on. It seemed like she thought she might be able to just blurt out anything, "...U.S. Americans, South Africa, the Iraq, and we can then secure our future..." But then there's the rest of this story that people might forget. She was invited to appear on The Today Show to calmly answer the question and what she said wasn't really that much better. She said we should emphasize education in geography. That got a thumbs up from one of the hosts, Ann Curry, who isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the pack. Very sad. From all the publicity and support this dimwit young lady has gotten, you'd think it will be no time before she has her own show. No offense to Justine or anyone else doing lifecasting. I would say that, if you're attractive, a lot of other things can get looked over, ignored, dismissed, or never considered, never thought. Just put the next cute girl on the screen. Still, I want to stress I have nothing against Justine. It's the world we live in that might be the bigger problem.

I do like the idea of lifecasts but I think it's something that we're riveted to only for the moment. It's like we're seeing history being made or something. Or maybe it's just voyerism in overdrive. Right now, Justine is back in her car and is listening to Bon Jovi and that got a text of, "I LUV BON JOVI!" from one of us on the show with her followed by the more typical mysogynistic remark of, "I'VE GOT UR BALL JOVI!" Now more music but no hope of Justine leading some beautiful communal moment of "rocking out," etc. That's where you'd need someone with a charismatic personality. And that's getting closer to the problem. She doesn't have to be a great performer or anything extraordinary but it would be nice if she really gave us something. She's just there looking pretty. Any random comments from her to her audience would go a very long way.

As much as we make fun of good people that we label as dull, I would really be up for an Al Gore lifecast or just a day in the life. We pretty much got a great lifecast sort of movie from him already. People like Al Gore don't have time and certainly would never be expected to have time to be a lifecaster. So, that leaves lifecasting to people who find the very act of lifecasting to be a life enhancing thing for them. Again, no major diss to Justine. I understand that she's a graphic designer and video editor. Oh, wait, Justine's on the phone...no, false alarm again. I've got nothing. But I'll keep trying...maybe later.

Oh, wow, I just started to look at other people's lifecasts. Some worse but then I found this one: http://www.justin.tv/nekomimi_lisa and I'm thinking it's more promising. Lisa, I think, just said her show has been going strong since 1999! Huh? Cable Access? Well, whatever, it's awesome. This girl is talking up a storm and she's smart and entertaining. She just asked for poetry submissions!!! And she's from New York!!! I think that says it all. If you want the brainy and fun people, you're more likely to find them in New York!!! Well, Justine is getting all the fame, as too often happens for the healthy blondes, but it's usually the hipster chick you should be listening to. She actually talks and has something to say!!!

But, wait, wait, yet another thought. So, I've been watching Nekomimi from Brooklyn and it's started to look like bad performance art. Again, no offense to Nekomimi. Her show is more structured but I'll have to wait and see just how good. I just went back to Justine. The change is like night and day. Where Nekomimi is dark and brooding, Justine is bright and care-free. She definitely has model good looks and does shine but then...you guessed it, nothing much at the moment. Such is life! But in art, less is more!

Less is More! I think that's the lesson we come away from lifecasts. Just raw streaming video of somebody doing whatever isn't much different from the shallow little girl on stage vomiting, "U.S. Americans, South Africa, the Iraq, and we can then secure our future."

2007-08-28T15:15:00.000-07:00

Flip Flop Girl Recommends Threadless

Have you guys been keeping up with the Threadless site?

Well it's one of the next big things online and something I totally support. You can find very odd, quirky, and totally awesome stuff like
this as well as very beautiful and elegant stuff like this or, of course, this awesome design. These designs I just highlighted and many more are currently on the site waiting to be voted on as a design you'd want to wear. I happened to learn about Threadless one lazy Sunday when I stopped by my favorite coffeshop and just had to ask the barista where he got his shirt with the wicked design of a ship made from a fish skeleton. He told me about this site where you submit your artwork and people vote on it and you can win cash prizes if enough people are grooving to your design.

2007-08-28T14:10:00.000-07:00

A Flip Flop Survey
How Do You Like to Wear Your Flip Flops?

It is my contention that there are two basic ways to go with flip flops. Either you let them hang a bit from the heel or they tuck right to the heel. This is a matter of what size you buy. Do you want your flip flop to be little on the big size or do you want it to basically hug your foot where almost the only thing you see is the thong strap? It is a burning question to be sure. And I say it's really not up to you in deciding what size. You're going to gravitate to the one that fits best, that is going to make it with you for the long haul of actually walking in them. But you can play a game with size when it comes to brand. I say that the GAP flip flop is a hugger flip flop, at least for me. I do like the flips that leave a bit of room in the back and I like it that way because my feet feel securely off the ground and supported, at least as supported as they're going to get in flops. One brand that works for this is Teva. And then there's having the foot and flip match up exactly, maybe too exactly and that can be fun. That is definitely the case with GAP flops. They are one of the best at giving you that sensation, of getting as close to being barefoot as possible. Another that readily comes to mind are Havaianas. And now I'm also thinking about how off the ground do you want to be? Reef are good for those chunky flops. Also, another thing about the ones with the room in the back, I hate it when anyone gets so close that they step on the back of them! Oh, how I hate tailgaters!

So, I hope this helps get your flip flop fix in high gear. We have to say goodbye to the long hot days soon but not yet!

2007-07-31T17:03:00.000-07:00

Homer as Fertility God
Viral marketing run amuck as resulted in ad butting up against an ancient relic to the amusement and disgust of many. Check out a link to the mayhem here.

I happen to have really loved The Simpons Movie and highly recommend it. Matt Groening, the creator and ongoing creative force behind The Simpsons has made the most of bringing his characters to the big screen. He, and a team of writers, have come up with some brilliant writing that allows us prudish and confused Americans to loosen up and laugh about things we might not normally laugh about such as, well, sex in general, including gay sex. Mixing the right amount of biting satire with gentle good humor, I don't think anyone can say they didn't enjoy the movie or find something they can laugh about.

2007-07-17T16:55:00.000-07:00

Heroes of Track and Field
One of my friends on this blog just got me to thinking. There definitely are tons of surfaces that you could place you feet on if you just started to wander barefoot. The feel of cool tile is a good feel. The floor of a gas station toilet a la Britney--no way is that going to work for me. I just replied to my friend that I don't really go in for that as much as I used to but I guess I do slip off my flip flops now and then and walk across lobbies, sometimes even streets, and then slip them back on. I'm a sensuality junkie. I'm built that way: always needing the stimulation. I do remember times that I've wandered around barefoot and gotten the soles of my feet nice and black--and that is a unique treat, I must say.

I end this here with a few comments on running track. I used to in high school and, for awhile, in college. One of the most delicious things to do is to run track barefoot!! Yep, a lot of you probably already know this. Some of you might think it would hurt but it really truly doesn't! You'll have to try it. As I say, I love to be stimulated and I will make a quick confession. In high school, I ran around the track naked a few times. Yeah, I guess it was probably only three times, I think. There actually were plenty of times when the track was totally isolated so I waited for the right times and went for it. I did this very early in the morning. I piled my clothes in a little heap and then off I ran. I ran as fast as I could to get back to my clothes! But I savored the experience too. It was very cool. I don't recommend it to anyone just because you never know who is out there. Maybe I was lucky. Whatever the case, I enjoyed it. I do recommend at least running track barefoot. And you won't get your feet too dirty from it either if you were wondering!

2007-07-11T13:15:00.000-07:00

Okay, just a few quick words on Tiddies

No, not tits. These are pillowy soft yet firm sandals. I think they're mostly something that is under the radar. I've seen one knock-off version, called Pirate Sandals, that look a little too casual, like you could never wear them outside a trailer park or a kegger. But, if you're into that, then go for it. The authentic Tiddies have a more sporty look and might fit into more places. They do have a certain hedonistic look so I think flip flops will remain the anytime/anywhere sandal and are less provocative than Tiddies. Anyway, it is yet another sensual pleasure you can apply to your feet. Anyone tried them before? They are worth considering.

Just go to the real Tiddies site and check them out. You'll want a pair for the beach once you've had time to think it over.

2007-06-27T08:44:00.000-07:00

Paris Hilton

For the record, I think Paris was looking her best when she just got out of jail and it will be a pity if she goes back to her old look. From her brief comments inside of jail, it does sound like Paris wants to embark on a completely new life. And the biggest thing standing in her way appears to be her family. Remember, it is Papa Hilton who orchestrated this lavish event in Vegas to exploit her daughter's release from prison for more millions.

Once inside the family compound, the "Dreamcatchers" sytlists were applying hair extensions. The Parasite Paparazzi provided us with footage of Paris prancing around a courtyard with a little dog. Other courtiers were brought into the family compound along with candy, cake, and balloons. What about a really quiet time at home? What about inviting a shaman instead of a stylist team?

The best thing Paris could do is move out of her home! That would really be "hot!"

2007-06-25T17:33:00.001-07:00

The Willendorf Factor

We all know about the Venus of Willendorf back from art school, right? Well, a lot of you do. And, if you don't, I'll give you a heads up. The Venus of Willendorf is a really tiny little piece of art that was discovered in, well, Willendorf, wherever that is, somewhere in Bavaria. Anyhow, the significant thing about the Venus of Willendorf is that she has massive tits as well as a very big pronounced vagina. The theory goes that the artist was creating a fertility symbol and that he was focusing on these powerful and practical symbols of motherhood. So, I was just thinking what it is that we today focus on. We've totally messed with this original symbol. As a society, as far as female symbols go, we value thin young women. We still value sex but not so much motherhood. And I think of how we've placed so much attention on sex and how we constantly hungry for new stimulation. So, in come the girls in flip flops. As we navigate through our days, sex on the brain at a relentless pace, we place an incredibly high value of anything titilating. It's a dance played by the observer and the one in the role of object observed. We outright desire the stimulation. It doesn't matter if flip flops aren't especially practical footwear. It gives us a chance to see more skin, and more vulnerable highly sensitive skin. Hey, it's the Willendorf Factor as far as I'm concerned. If our primitive ancestors needed fertility images to console them, it makes perfect sense that we need to see and/or wear something ultra-sexy that get us deep inside to get through our crazy days.

2007-06-25T10:53:00.000-07:00

Jumping Back in Feet First

Hey Everyone,

Don't you just love these golden flip flops? I just had to post this little quickie. I know I should be posting considering it's the summer!!!! My pretty feet are luvin' it. But back to the current flips in question. Let me know how you like them. Do they look good to you? Do you think they would feel good on your feet? How would you feel wearing them? Are there certain flip flops you'd only wear around the house? I'd have to say YES to the last question. You know why? Because some of them are so nice and pretty that I don't want to scuff them up so much but, more importantly, some of the really high-end flips are too heavy to just casually slip on and just start walking wherever.

Love you all. I am hella busy but I'll see ya soon.

XOXO.
Rachel
The Flip Flop Girl

2007-05-14T15:19:00.000-07:00

(Tylenol Packaging from Yesteryear)

Random Asprin
I'm not saying this is doing anyone any harm. I just gravitated to the word "random"--and so has marketing. Ask yourself, if you're young, healthy, and active, do you really need asprin in your life? Do you ever think about asprin? Well, Tylenol would like to get your attention if you're in the much-coveted 18-35 year-old demographic. So, the marketing gurus decided to mix in some "extreme sport" mentality along with an "underground" vibe to make Tylenol hip and cool. They hired "pain partners" to infiltrate hipster hangouts and they funded a skateboard park in Brooklyn without calling attention to themselves except for word-of-mouth or tiny branding placed on promotional swag. This sort of covert marketing is featured in The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell.

But I can go further for you. I'll take a few steps back and show you the real source of this cute little story: These are "the marketing gurus" that I'm referring to. Call them what you will. I think they provide a service to some extent but, in the end, they are also playing with deception and manipulation. Of course, they would say otherwise. They would say they're the "good marketers." Well, whatever. You can decide that one for yourself. Never heard of Faith Popcorn? Now, you have.

And here's the story by Fortune magazine, Sept. 7, 2004, that explains it all quite well. I start in where some hipster wannabe yells out something like, "It's so random!" The full story is here for your reading pleasure.

"Wow, totally random and supercool," says a nose-ringed twentysomething, picking up a white box emblazoned with "Great pain leads to great art" as she walks out of the New York Underground Film Festival's audio-visual event in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. She sifts through an ironic goody bag for artsy kids: a mini Etch A Sketch, an aromatherapy candle, a CD with soothing music, and a sketchbook--all emblazoned with "Ouch!" The small red "Tylenol" on the corner of the box is the only hint that the brand is sponsoring the music videos projected on a makeshift screen in the dank nightclub.
Outside, Tobin Yelland, an urban photojournalist with a digital videocamera, interviews smoking hipsters. Responding to his call for "pain stories," they gruesomely recount Rollerblading accidents, split fingernails from art projects, and head-splitting all-nighters. Yelland doesn't volunteer that he's a Tylenol pain partner.
Over in East Los Angeles, at the ninth annual "B-Boy Summit," Tylenol is also quietly hanging out. Pain partner Asia One, a muscular 32-year-old in camouflage pants and a blue skin-tight tank, is a B-Girl (breakdancer to you squares), a key player in this hip-hop subculture offshoot. She is known for a head-spinning move that has earned her a quarter-sized bald spot. She emcees the breakdancing contests in a parking lot. Members of the multiethnic crowd shoot pictures of the dancers against a graffiti-covered canvas. They're using disposable cameras emblazoned with "Ouch!" that the company is handing out at a little table off to the side.
In New York City's first indoor skateboarding area in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, Tylenol downshifts to a no-key approach. There's not a single "Ouch!" in the unheated, crumbling brick industrial space that holds an amoeba-shaped skateboard bowl Tylenol helped fund. (You'd think the company would worry about lawsuits for backing a locale reached only by going down a dark alley, over broken bottles, and under an unmarked, half-open garage door.) Swishing around the undulating sanded wood are Buddy Nichols and Rick Charnowski, pro skateboarders cum indie filmmakers, who shoot 8mm movies of the underground skateboard scene and are Tylenol pain partners. "Awesome," says Nichols to the bowl's creator and gate-keeper, Dave Mims, another pain partner who owns a skateboard shop in Manhattan's grungy East Village. He charges about 20 of his insider friends a fee for a key to the space but always welcomes hard-core out-of-town skateboarders. He doesn't advertise that Tylenol pitched in.
Yet the three unshaven thirtysomethings refer to the raw space as the Tylenol Bowl. It doesn't make sense. There's no sign of the company, nor was there any formal announcement or press release indicating a connection. Charnowski reports that the brand's unannounced affiliation is paying off. Skateboard magazines have made a number of unsolicited references to the Tylenol Bowl and skateboarders in Seattle and Denver have asked Nichols and Charnowski about the Tylenol Bowl without knowing that they are pain partners.
It's implausible, but Tylenol's calculating whisper has been heard. It's in a song by rocker Ben Kweller, which went on sale this summer in Apple's online music store. Called "Tylenol," it begins:
I need some Tylenol Give me some Tylenol To kill that headache you gave me.
And earlier this year, Saturday Night Live did a 60-second fake ad for an imaginary product for X-Games addicts: Tylenol Extreme, designed to "relieve testicular trauma." Classic SNL mockery, rife with raunchy humor, the spot was twice as long as a commercial and mentioned the product seven times. That kind of exposure is priceless: It can't be TiVoed out.
FEEDBACK jboorstin@fortunemail.com

2007-05-14T13:30:00.001-07:00

Have You Seen This Man--Or His First Posts?
I want him to find me and post on my blog! Hmmm, at least I think I do. I welcome all this feedback, especially to the blog. Now and then, I get email sent directly to me and it's always interesting. It's interesting to see where it goes. Usually, it's from a guy like this joker and sometimes it's a little more than that. Often, it's from guys who hope to eventually get to date me or get to talk dirty with me during an ultra-hot IM session. Lots of times, they'll try to win me over by emulating stuff I've said, like, they'll be so happy I have such a healthy foot fetish. It makes me laugh. I like to talk about what I like to talk about but even I'll admit that going on and on about a "healthy foot fetish" can get sort of creepy. I'm sorry but it's true. I keep telling everyone to try to find a nice balance but, in the end, a lot of guys have a distorted view about women in general and what really goes on during sex. I'm starting to build up a rambling rant here. We need to keep a sense of humor about it all. I think we're finding ourselves all vulnerable to being like this guy in the puffy coat. If we're aware of it and can laugh about it then there's hope.

2007-04-30T15:19:00.001-07:00

It's Official: This is Car Chase Monday!

Hmm, might have to make a list of the best car chases of all time.

2007-04-30T11:59:00.001-07:00

This Post is really more about Bullitt but I also love the scary chase scene in Duel

The talent behind mapping out the chase scene in Bullitt (see below) can try to map out Duel. But the descrpition I get here is probably all we need: "the nether world of two-lane highways and truck stops that lie outside of LA."

2007-04-30T09:47:00.001-07:00

Ever Wonder Where the Chase Scene in Bullitt was filmed? I mean, in great detail?

It's one of those times for something completely different. This wicked crazy artist and his friend have taken the famous chase scene from the 1968 Steve McQueen film,Bullitt, and mapped it out for all of us to see

This is the sort of OCD insanity that I love. Fits right in with what I'm talking about, doesn't it? Anyway, Steve McQueen is such a cutie.

2007-04-23T17:29:00.000-07:00

And it was written on the sweet soles of the Buddha's sacred feet...

Much like Buddha, I seek enlightenment. I continue to explore my fascination, our fascination, with feet and its extremes from the sacred to the profane. I really like the profane but I also easily gravitate to the sacred. As I continue to say, there is something utterly explosive going on as we casually lounge around in our flip flops. I've been told by a number of my older friends that they agree, that the sexual tension in the air is far more palpable than when they were young. From my vantage point, it truly is part of a mating dance that I am more than willing to be a part of. In my neighborhood, each day, more and more people are returning to their trusty flip flops. Anyway, don't mind me, I'm just writing for the sake of writing at the moment, testing out the waters, seeing if anyone is paying attention, if people are ready for more of me. As Spring takes hold in moody Seattle, my libido is kicking into high gear. I find myself pacing around in my flip flops, trying to still tune in to the sensory pleasure after having enjoyed it for so long. I fear becoming jaded perhaps more than hopelessly addicted. During the day, I kick them off and find myself rubbing my feet together furisously and then having to take it further and apply a hand directly to a foot for an added high. As I keep saying, I know I'm not alone and, thankfully, you out there, do respond from time to time, even a fellow female with tentatively acknowledge all that I'm saying. Anyhow, I recently saw an incredibly inspiring movie, had nothing to do with sex or feet or flip flops, and now I'm reading the novel. I want to post about that sometime soon. There's quite a lot of things I want to do. I want to save the world. I want to save myself! And, as long as I'm at least amused by all this, I think we're doing alright.

2007-04-12T14:45:00.000-07:00

Bye Bye, Donny Boy

Don Imus will not be missed. He had become a fixture inside the beltway and somewhat outside of it. A lot of people had never heard of him before all the current controversy. Maybe he had some talent at one point but he's now 66 and not exactly fresh. Most importantly, HE IS A RACIST. Thank God CBS fired his ass. It wasn't an altruistic move on their part but, despite it all, it sends a message. You can't make hateful and destructive comments and expect to just get away with it and have people laugh it off. This is not the first time Imus has made racist comments. And how about this for his official apology while he still had a show to apologize on:

"Want to take a moment to apologize for an insensitive and ill-conceived remark we made the other morning regarding the Rutgers women's basketball team.

It was completely inappropriate, and we can understand why people were offended. Our characterization was thoughtless and stupid, and we are sorry."

Why include the "WE"? He said it. Not "WE." What a complete and utter self-absorbed insincere goon. And now he still wants to meet with the Rutgers team to say a little something to them.

Don, just leave them alone and go crawl under a rock.

2007-04-10T09:27:00.001-07:00

Now for something totally cool.

The story behind this trippy video is that this guy comes back from the dead in 1986 in his very cool car to show us a thing or two. It is done in a comic book/graphic novel style.

Kavinsky will be in Seattle July 29 touring with Daft Punk. Note to self: be there!

2007-04-05T14:45:00.000-07:00

The Very Fractured O'Reilly Factor

I wanted to pick up on my "Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes" train of thought. Think of all the current political thugs: Dubya, Cheney, Rove, Rice, etc. They all pander to the sheltered view of the world of conservative little old ladies and they themselves, not holding anything dear, actually believe right along with the little old ladies. This sort of "thinking" is what powers the whole right wing machine. To try to keep current, "the little old ladies" are called "soccer moms" in stump speeches but, if you really think about it, it's the same old little old lady all wrapped up in the American flag . Grafting religion with patriotism, this is packaged as the official line of thought and it is served up to be a one-size-fits-all drivel for immediate consumption by everyone from the Nascar fan to the power elite in the club rooms. I was thinking about all this as I took in the mug of Bill O'Reilly the other night.

Now, make no mistake, Bill O'Reilly is a third-rate hack who, lucky for him, has found a niche to exploit. He's menacing. He's amusing. And, unfortunately, he does have a lot of fans. And why not? Junk food for the mind--hard to pass up for a lot of folks.

Currently, Bill is on something of a warpath against all the provocative statements that Rosie O'Donnell has made. Sure, Rosie has managed to cross the line and she's an easy target. What's so stupid, is that Big Bad Bill himself has made far worse comments like when he said it would be OK if terrorists bombed San Francisco. Is that because San Francisco's gay population runs so counter to Bill's "religous beliefs" as if he had any sincere thoughts?

On that same show I watched, only because I was waiting for American Idol, Bill also made a distinction between Rosie O'Donnell and Ann Coulter. For some reason, he found that Rosie had to be held to harsher scrutiny. That, of course, made no sense. And it runs counter to his cheesy motto about never spinning the truth, right?

Bill, if you defend Ann Coulter, you are SPINNING!

Bill, you complete jackass, you spin all the time! You were tossed out with the trash from ABC News years ago and you should thank your lucky stars you get to keep riding this right wing wave.

OK, that's all I have to say about that for now.

2007-04-03T10:07:00.000-07:00

Go to the Beach!

New Post and New Thoughts!

Wear Your Flip Flops with Pride!

Don't Let the Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes Win!

I've been feeling a need to take a break both physically and mentally so my boyfriend and I headed out of town for a spring break. We stayed with my folks for a bit in LA and then made our way to a friend's beach house. They left us to ourselves quite a bit so we were basically sitting off The Strand, just the two of us, just a few flip flops away from the Pacific Ocean! Very breath-taking, very romantic, and just one bump in the road we had to deal with.

We were both a little drunk, maybe a lot drunk, and I was just babbling about all sorts of stuff. I decided to tell him about this blog which, until then, I had thought to keep to myself. But, at the moment, I figured it was nothing, just a blog, right? But maybe a blog is never just a blog, especially after all the crazy shit I've put on mine. Funny I should say "crazy" because that's the word that slipped through his lips after he read through one entry after another. He said I was crazy! And he didn't mean it in a nice way. He said the sex stuff was way over the top. And he wondered why I felt a need to write the way I did.

Instead of telling him to fuck off or anything hostile like that, I decided to be mature about it. I told him I'd have to think about it. I was too drunk to make any sense. And then I said that maybe I did know how to articulate that. I made the stories more charged than they had to be because I was getting off on it. As much as I've complained about being needlessly over-stimulated, I was actually seeking it out. I'd also tried to tailor my stories to make certain points. But before I tried to explain any further, he just smiled and said it was cool. I told him that maybe I didn't even need to write this blog anymore. He said that maybe I did need to step back from it but that he couldn't imagine me not writing. He said he saw some raw talent that was on its way to becoming something, exactly what he wasn't sure, but he still wanted to let me know that he supported me. He said maybe I could help people as well as entertain them. He also asked me to try to take a break from turning our sex into one of my hot stories if at all possible.

I do remember a mellow sobering moment we shared on the sofa that he can't have a problem with me telling you. He had his big feet on my lap. Usually, it's the other way around. I have my big feet on his lap. This time it was his feet on my lap. His feet just casually made their way over to my lap and I don't know if he was expecting me to do anything because he never said. For once, I let all my thoughts float away and did nothing. They just rested there. We both just rested. And it was good.

Being around so many people in flip flops, so many feet, so many pedicures, was a good thing too. Feet are simply more out and about in California and especially around the beach. It was refreshing to see form truly following function. It actually is handy to have flip flops around the beach! It's practical. It's a way of life. You don't have to think about it. The further away you get from the beach, however, the more thought you have to put into being casual. Once you're wearing flip flops down a busy city street, you're really making an effort to be care-free. I embrace that effort! Just trying to connect the dots.

As I relaxed in bed one day with the TV, I caught some of a Fox News talk show-or was it MSNBC? The Hannity Show, I think. Anyway, it was a typical political show tilted to the right with another no-neck/loud mouth, Mom's apple pie-eating host. He was interviewing Nancy Pelosi's daughter who has a documentary on Showtime exploring the world of American Christian fundamentalists. Well, I'd read awhile back a story about her documentary being unfair to fundamentalists in USA Today which left me wondering about USA Today's political views or at least about the writer's own right wing slant. When I saw her interviewed on this show, she came across as very professional and level-headed. She even had the Hannity guy playing nice with her. She pointed out that she made a point to show this demographic group in a fair setting leaving out extreme examples. I think his only pointed question to her was asking her why she chose to focus on evangelicals and she said, very correctly, that it was because they were considered a factor by the media in the last presidential election. If you ask me, she was far more polite than she had to be but maybe that was because she was talking to this bombastic talk show host.

Anyway, it has been interesting to me how I'm as attracted to politics as I am to any other pop culture subject. It takes someone like Jon Stewart to make us all aware of politics and make it entertaining but politics, all by itself, is such a circus. If I am capable of taking flip flops to an OCD level, I know that right wingers are using the same amount of energy, if not more, to drive home their agendas. Maybe their energy is actually the same kind of energy, some molten hot sexual force, that they have repressed and converted into self-righteous vitriol. The OCD for conservatives (and I know there are varying degrees but we're suffering from too many of the same along with those moderates afraid to be themselves like Rudy) is an overwhelming feeling that they are, no pun intended, right! They believe they possess some pure form of being right that can determine questions of right and wrong, life and death, when life begins, who should live and who should die, who has rights, who does not. It is a little old lady in tennis shoes out to save the world! But the little old lady in tennis shoes view of the world is very limited, backward, repressive, controlling, and out of touch with reality. What is so ironic and sad is that this view of the world finds itself taking so much space on our media, old and new from the tv to the blogosphere. Well, sheer quanity is never quality. We know that. What we're still working on, those of us who are sensible, is how to best reach a middle ground in this country so that we don't have more Bushies and Halliburton and the like in power forever.

The more we all find a way to go to the beach the better off we'll all be. I'm considering moving to the beach in the future when I can afford to do it right. I want to see us all take a healthy step back and watch our backs too! We want to have fun. We want to navel and toe gaze to our heart's delight-even to excess. Perhaps that's our right. But it's nice to have options too because the more distracted we allow ourselves to become, the more likely that the little old ladies in tennis shoes will always have the last laugh.

2007-03-16T08:51:00.000-07:00

Once the flip flops go on your feet, there's no turning back

Is is Spring yet? Close enough.

Flip Flop Girl has officially declared the start of Flip Flop Season and I recommend you take very good care of your feet and give them a nice treat the next chance you get.

I am taking a little vacation with Thad. We'll be off to Cali for a bit and see how it goes. I venture quite tentatively to going back to any discussion of my flip flop sex life. I don't know. I want to but I want to explore other terrrain as well, which is basically what I'm doing and will continue to do. I want to complete my little life history, as I see fit to describe it. So, maybe a few more stories about Brian lay in store for us--or not. And then there's the whole college phase. Some more about that very odd time at the law firm. And then that brings us back to Simon which I know bothered a few of you for some reason, while it didn't bother others and some folks seemed to like him just fine. I do read all my feedback carefully. I have also considered writing straight-out fantasy fiction from time to time. Given the nature of blogs, I want to feel I am free to experiment. And, as I improve, I want to pursue my more serious study of pop culture. Hang in there and keep sending all your feedback. I want to start linking to folks too. I only have a limited time to play with my blog so I do my best when I feel inclined.

Anyways, I strongly suggest a nice sugar scrub...that will honestly cure a lot of stress and make you feel oh so good.

2007-03-15T13:51:00.000-07:00

Senators Kerry, Reid, and Biden present their case for pulling out of Iraq -- AP Photo

Random Nation: Down the Rabbit Hole in Iraq

So, Republicans refuse to set a timetable to withdraw from Iraq because "we can't let them terriorists win." I don't think we'll ever get out of Iraq at the rate we're going. It's one of those situations where we created a problem far far worse than it was to begin with: one two-bit tyrant in power in the Middle East. And now, thanks to the Bush Administration and all its conflicted interests, the United States is like a little Dutch boy with his thumb in the dike holding back a devastating flood. Ultimately, we have no choice but to leave. It's now a matter of when it is most convenient to leave.

This from today's story on the GOP turning its back on bringing the troops home:

"Nobody wants our troops out of Iraq more than I do, countered Rep. C.W. Bill Young of Florida, who sought unsuccessfully to scuttle the timeline for a troop withdrawal. "But we can't afford to turn over Iraq to al-Qaida."

In the Senate, after weeks of skirmishing, Republicans easily turned back Democratic legislation requiring a troop withdrawal to begin within 120 days. The measure set no fixed deadline for completion of the redeployment, but set a goal of March 31, 2008. The vote was 50-48 against the measure, 12 short of the 60 needed for passage.

2007-03-14T09:15:00.000-07:00

Random Nation, Part 4

You know that tired old phrase, "Think Globally, Act Locally"? Yeah, well, Seattle is just the sort of overly-polite ostentatiously-progressive community that embracing such pap. Seattle is front and center on the Flip Flop Girl radar at the moment. So, I will take my Random Nation rambling onto local concerns, namely Seattle's ongoing growing pains as it struggles to become the "big city" it may never have been meant to be. I mean, of all the West Coast cities, Seattle still retains much of its quaint and backward ways which actually can be attractive. It's by no means a sleepy nowhere town but it does lack the infrastructure of better planned cities. The main problem? A backward and limited public transit system. We have buses, of course. It's an aging fleet of buses and, depending on the bus route, you'd have to wonder how a city like Seattle gets away with it. We have no rapid transit system and who knows when we will. We've had numerous voter referendums which have led to voters asking for both an elevated and a light rail system (we want it all!) but the details are still very murky as to how all this will come about.

Currently, the big issue has been what to do about replacing the Alaskan Way Viaduct which is a long stretch of elevated freeway overlooking the Seattle harbor and which provides something of a backup for the main interstate highway. Since our last big earthquake in 2001, the concern has been growing about replacing this entire rickety structure. The mayor, who is in the hip pocket of developers with the classic "big city" dreams for Seattle, had been strongly pushing for a "big city" concept, a tunnel. The state wanted a new viaduct structure similar to the old one. Hybrids of the two were considered. And then there was talk of a third way: getting rid of the viaduct and creating more surface traffic, basically adding more lanes for cars. Supposedly this would open up the view for everyone of our beautiful Puget Sound. This whole debate finally came to a head and the matter was put up to the voters to decide and they decided they liked this "third way" option. Little is known about how this third way would be implemented since it came in late to the debate but this is typical about how things get done in Seattle.

As I was waiting for my daily buzz of java, I overheard a couple discussing another less flashy but very relevant aspect of our traffic problems. They were saying that it's sad that Seattle, a software capital of the world, should have such an antiquated traffic light system. And I think they're spot on about this. They think it hasn't changed any since World War II. I wouldn't be surprised. One guy was telling the other, "It's a very simple electrical system, not much different from the on and off technology used to turn on your light in your home. I mean, why can't Seattle have a computerized system like cities in Europe have been using for decades?" That's a good question.

Don't get me wrong about Seattle. It's a very pleasant place to be but you have so many interests bent on exploiting it from investors and developers to all the creepy marketing people trying to suck out the soul of everything they touch.

2007-03-09T08:28:00.000-08:00

Brazilian women carry sugarcane stalks while holding a
'Bush Go Home' banner during a protest against the
visit by U.S. President George W. Bush, scheduled to
arrive later in the day for the first leg of a tour of
five Latin American countries, along Sao Paulo's
Paulista Avenue March 8, 2007. REUTERS/Sergio Moraes (BRAZIL)

Random Nation, Part 3

America, that big bad superpower, is a random nation, a dysfunctional nation with a virtual monopoly on spreading a toxic notion of how we see the world and how the world sees "us," the United States, and how the world sees itself.

Can a world leader help? Nelson Mandela comes to mind. I like the idea of Barak Obama, if we're talking potential "leader of the free world" sort of thing. It's still hard to say if he'll rise to the challenge and, if so, if he'll be given a chance. Will reality and idealism share enough common ground?

To live in such a fractured world is definitely a challenge in so many ways.

Of course, much of what makes the world go around can be cast in a more hopeful light, not just spin for special interests.

Some reality is what it is. Can you say, global warming?

What nation contributes the most to global warming? That would be the last superpower in this endgame.

So, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the starts as was said over radio waves for too many years.

2007-03-08T10:45:00.000-08:00

Random Nation Part Two

So what do we call ourselves this time? "The YouTube Generation" sounds about right. WIRED, in it's current cover story, comes close to saying, "The Bite-Sized Generation." I am still holding onto calling these times, "The Random Generation" or use the term, "Random Nation."

From the mailbag, I got this recent post that I'll go ahead and quote from. It's in response to my post, "Open Toes, The Beauty of it All!":

Talk about overcomplicating. Indeed, it is a pop song of the Nelly type, who has a similar poppy song devoted to open toeds, targeted at the -just wanna have fun- teen to 30 something female, and anyone who likes feet really. It should be known by now after countless mentioning of feet surrounding Mcphee, she loves them. I saw her on Tyra Bank's show and Trya (Chingy's foot girl) took off her shoes for some reason and showed them to Mcphee, then she said "you have pretty feet". Right then I noticed her eyes alone immediately turned to the crowd as her head followed in the same way when someone says something and they are unsure how or if they will be judged or also when ego is checking if relation is apparent, kind of like when someone lies but thats just because the crowd was directly to her right side. Well her expression was cheekier than usual and to me thats enough proof. I hear Tyra is pregnant and due, also think its Chingy's, also think they only hooked up because of her feet, now isnt that a stupid reason to bring a kid into this world

Well, this won't be the first time we have a child born from excess.

We live in an ultra-narcissistic age.

Reality and fantasy collide at more rapid intervals.

Here is where I think a discussion of Hyperreality would prove useful. And, if you're going to go to Baudrillard, then you must go to McLuhan as well. I haven't gotten any takers on views regarding Marshall McLuhan yet. I'm just wondering if people are familiar with him at all given that he once was truly a household name.

Here is where I think the foot becomes a far more interesting symbol. It can represent excess. But it can also represent a coming back to reality in a spiritual and grounded sense. If you think of the '60s, for instance, you can clearly see the foot back then as a symbol of the age: excess commingling with spirituality.

2007-03-07T08:53:00.001-08:00

Random Nation

For some reason, this video seems to say a lot about our times.

Everything just a little too fast and out of sync and sort of spooky.

It makes perfect sense that the word "random" is used as it is right now. You know, as in, "Hey, I ran into this old friend of mine, how random!" Or "Wow, I'm into that song too, how random!" It sounds cute. And it sounds annoying too. Is it the perfect one-word discription of our post-postmodern world? Is it a little cry for help from Generation Y?

We are so bombarded by text, images, video. We keep finding ways to increase the stimulation.

What happens to all our stories? All our traditions? All our ways of life? Luckily, we don't all have to follow some herd mentality, some greek row concept of hyper-shallow sex, a desire for everything to be neatly packaged, a need for blinders to shut out the world. We can step out into the fresh air. We can think for ourselves. We can take control of our lives.

You know, if I had to steer to just one particular course, I wouldn't head towards more of a wank fest but more to a wonk fest. I'll keep stirring things up and, with a little help from my friends, I will continue to explore these choppy waters. Keep in mind, I am very sexual but I am also very much a person of the mind. Those of you who have been patiently following my progress, already know that.

Any of you familiar with Marshall McLuhan? I'm thinking a lot of people are no longer aware of him and his writing. If he were still with us, I'd love to hear his take on things today. He was already spot on to what is going on back in the '60s. Things now, in many ways, are just starting to catch up with his views and some things might surprise him. He predicted, if we weren't careful, we could be swallowed up whole my this media-drenched three ring circus.

How random!

2007-03-06T11:05:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl List: Television

We'll have to take a closer look at televison and shape up a list sometime. I know. I just started thinking about a music list and now I'm onto the tube. Well, there's no rush. We're having fun with this. I think the problem is keeping track of all the foot references that are made now. I suggest we look as far back as we can and go from there. I'm pretty sure there were no foot references made on the first TV show ever, "The Milton Berle Show" but I could be wrong. Maybe Uncle Miltie painted is nails when he went on in drag but I doubt it.

You'll love this: I think I once spotted the earliest, if not the first, sort of foot fetish-related scene on television, at least American televison: it's an episode of "Leave it to Beaver" where the Beaver's school teacher visits his home. This is very disorienting for the dim little boy. He can only stare at Mrs. Landers and is besides himself when he's left alone with her in the living room as the parents attend to dinner. Lo and behold, the Beaver is riveted to her feet. She is wearing open toe pumps. He can only stare. He's never seen his teacher out of school let alone in such shoes or, God forbid, seen her toes. All this, of course, makes the young woman unconfortable and she manages to jar the boy out of his trance by talking about homework or some such thing.

Perhaps Theodore Cleaver represents middle America at mid-century, all bloated and innocent, oblivious to what lay beyond its suburban prison. And Mrs. Landers is the Other. She represents Sin. She represents the sophisticated outside world that chubby little boys like the Beaver may only dare to fantasize about.

Discuss amongst yourselves. And let me know if you find a clip or any info about that particular episode and any and all of your favorite moments from FEET TV.

2007-03-05T17:01:00.000-08:00

Open Toes, The Beauty of it All!

My new best blogger friend, Paolo, clued me into a major foot find coming from, of all places, American Idol and, baby, this is HUGE. I mean, this truly rings my bell. This is Paolo's response for my call for foot songs(see my post with the Ludacris pic):

I just thought you might be interested in checking out the new song "Open Toes" by last year's American Idol finalist Katherine McPhee. I'm not a big fan of the song itself -- it's slick, blandly over-produced dance-pop. It would be totally forgettable, other than the fact that it blatantly celebrates the desirability of a pedicure displayed via the eponymous footwear. Have a look for yourself.

I find the choice of words particularly interesting, because McPhee went barefoot several times duirng her run on the show, ostensibly for comfort. But with the release of this cut, it's pretty obvious that she clearly recognized the appeal of a cute pair of feet (even if she wasn't actually the one who penned the lyrics in question -- I still need to verify that part).

Here are some of the best lines from this amazing piece of pop magic:

Hey let's go
If they're not too high
Too low
I'll take them home
In purple, red, or gold
Cuz I know them boys
They like
Those open toes

Jeans all black
Hair slicked back
Baseball cap
Still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt
Feet don't hurt
Just a flirt
Too cute in my open toes
Work or play
Night or day
Do my thing
Too cute in my open toes
Never too many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

I'm lovin' these sling-back shoes
I like the way they stay loose
I could wear them all day
And listen to the click-clack
Shoes like this make me hate flats
Swipe that card I'm good
Another pair in leather and wood
I'm a sucker for a name-brand
Skip the rack
And stick to the game plan

Hey let's go
If they're not too high
Too low
I'll take them home
(I'll take them home)
In purple, red, or gold
Cuz I know them boys
They like those open toes
Those open toes

2007-03-05T11:38:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Recommends Getting Boinked

Hey everybody, I hope you're all having a fun and sexy day. I feel so good from my head to my toes! Yes, I'm feeling like I'm ready to tackle anything. Spring is around the corner and I'm wearing flip flops more and more. Still a little cold but we're almost there. I have a lot to say. As I said in my last post, I'm going to say it any way I feel like saying it! I do hold back sometimes. Trust me, I do even if it sounds kinda wild. I am a very exuberant person: very loving, very generous, very much alive. And so I try my best to animate my stories with an extra sexy charge at times. Other times, it's coming to you pretty much straight as it happened with some modifications. And, as I said, I do this to protect people and as a firm believer in artistic license. All in all, I just ask that you have a little faith and enjoy yourself and take from it what you will.

One reason I feel so good is my discovery of such a beautiful sex-positive magazine, Boink coming to you from Boston University and made up of real college students letting it all hang out in a very sensual and honest way. So, yeah, if you're in the area, buy a copy there, or just purchase it from their site.

Another reason that I'm feeling good is that I'm still with my boyfriend and we've made plans to go to LA for awhile. It will be nice to get away from the intensely grey skies of Seattle. Anyone from Seattle? You know what I mean. The grey skies have been attributed to the high suicide rate in this region. At least above average. One of the main venues for suicides is the Aurora Bridge overlooking the canal. That is actually right where my old boyfriend works, in that corporate complex nearby. Anyway, there is a lot about Seattle that I identify with Simon and I still think he and I will need to talk sometime in the future for better closure or whatever might happen. I want to give Thad more of a chance since he's really come through for me and I think a different locale for us to hang out and relax will be good for us.

Do you want to hear a quick and dirty foot fetish story? Okay, this is as true to the event as I can get. This happened the other day between Thad and me. He doesn't know about my blog so that helps me just blurt this out. It's not that bad anyway. We were together in bed just playing. I asked asked him if he was into food sex. He shrugged and then looked curious. I had just stocked up on groceries and had much of what I needed lined up for the week: all my juices, water, milk, yogurt....hmmm, yogurt. So, I ask him, "How about if you bring me a yogurt from the fridge?"

"Strawberry or vanilla?" is what I hear from a distance.

"Vanilla!"

Okay, you get the picture. We dipped a little hear and a little there, drizzled a little everywhere. His cock is very cute with a dollop of vanilla custard. And, of course, my toes are extra nutritous and delicious with some cream on top!

So, I recommend a copy of Boink and some yogurt and your lover of choice.

That's all for now. I have a busy day ahead. Anyway, I'm back and better than ever!

2007-03-03T19:52:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl on Writing

It can be a challenge to bring to life all of my ideas and stories to you in an organized and coherent manner. Sometimes I wonder if I've packaged things too much. I'm not a born writer but I suppose I aspire to at least be a good writer. I think it can be said that my worst error is in trying too hard to set things down. Ironically, in doing so, I rob them of their essence. That is what I'm after: getting to an essential truth. I have embellished and altered life events to protect people and to attempt to create something more from all the randomness. Maybe I've gone over the top in attempting to make a point.

I am still developing my own voice. Maybe my voice is annoying. Maybe it doesn't sound authentic enough. Maybe I shouldn't try so hard. I don't know. I could just wrap this up and chalk it up as a good experiment. I'd prefer to continue..at least for a little bit longer. I remember this criticism of Sinclair Lewis. His friends said that, compared to his natural speech, his books were far too stilted. Why, they asked, couldn't he be more natural in his writing? I can understand that as regards my own writing. I can have fun at a club with friends, for instance, and get caught up in conversations, whatever, but most of it doesn't sound like stuff that adds up to very much. When I try to write a story, I want to pare down a lot of that chatter and clutter but maybe I'm paring down too much as I do feel I might be trying too hard to set down some official record of what happened, etc.

As always, I do welcome your comments. Lately, I've been getting some comments that leave me wondering for the best answer. You know who you are. Feel free to contact me at an email address I've created just for this purpose:

flipflopgirlblog@gmail.com

And I'll talk to all of you later.

2007-03-02T11:54:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Gets Her Freak On

For us foot lovers, and for anyone who loves sex, this photo of Madonna is simply amazing!!!

If that photo were turned into a statue, I would pray at its altar. I would be kneeling down and the soles of my feet would be fully exposed. And I'd have my boyfriend lick them.

All this reminds me of where I left off with my story....

So, I'm not nearly ready to stop posting about my hot lover, Brian. I'd say we knew we had found something really good between us and we were going to hold onto it and enjoy it. I can't say I fell into deep love with him but we sure had the deep lust down. Hey, it was high school....

I remember so clearly that morning the two of us finally going at it in the newspaper lab.

"Hmmm, Brian, so that's how you interview all your subjects?"

"This is going to be an on-going interview. I see a book in your future."

Funny that he said he saw a book in my future. This was definitely a whole new chapter for me as I gave into my desires with a partner on the same page.

"Eat my pussy."

He gently lapped away.

"Hold my feet."

He rubbed the soles and kept kissing and sucking.

"Suck my toes."

He obeyed.

We could sense some movement outside and looked at each other. He gave me a long kiss on the mouth.

We were still naked and all over each other.

"Sit down on the floor."

There he sat. His gorgeous cock still so hard. The condom full of his cum lying right next to him.

"Lift up your foot, babe."

I started lapping away at his foot. And sucking on his big toe. We were about to start in on a whole new love-making session when we could clearly hear people outside.

"Sweetie, we better get dressed..."

He reached over and kissed me again. I remember it seeming to last oh so long but it was likely no more than a few seconds. I remember him helping me up. That was a very nice touch. I remember us helping each other find our clothes and my starting to feel like we had entered into something. I did like him. He was there for me as I discovered so much more about myself.

2007-03-01T10:16:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl recommends Gawker

Depending on your taste and your blog activity, you may or may not already know about Gakwer so, if this is new to you, go check it out. I figure that if you like my stuff, you'll get into this. I happen to love New York and books and gossip and Gawker rolls all three into something fun. And it is constantly being updated by its team of literary star-stuck brats that you will love to hate or love to love. I will also mention that Skip, one of the writers, has me interested in this new literary magazine, n+1 which you can find out about right here and which I should have looked at before asking him how to subscribe.

2007-02-28T14:39:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Life: Back to Brian, More of our Sexcapades

Okay, in the big picture, this wasn't that long ago but it wasn't yesterday either. I was seventeen. It was my senior year. It was back in 1998. I remember being into Busta Rhymes. I remember my favorite movie was The Dreamlife of Angels. That and Rushmore. And I remember feeling pretty content and maybe a little full of myself. I had matched myself up with this boy who was really hot and who satisfied all my growing sexual needs. Looking back, he didn't have the dark and brooding, and frankly more interesting, qualities of David. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to look back. David was long gone from my life. I didn't want to open any wounds and we kept away from each other so well that it should have scared me a little. Now, with Brian, he was someone so full of confidence. Full of a great deal of confidence, maybe more so than promise but these were details I was willing to overlook. That first "interview" had cut deep inside me and I'd become addicted to the thrill. I was a very good student but, beyond school, all I could think of was more ways of getting it on with him.

I must tell you that to have your special kink suddenly indulged by a sweet stranger does things to you that you can't expect or know how to fully process until much time has passed. Right then, with Brian, all I wanted was more of the same. I wanted my naked feet dangling from my desk at school and he strategically running his hand by them during class. And, more than anything, I wanted to go back to that "interview." Yes, the "interview," as he called it, became a big thing for me right away and I know he got lost in it too. It wasn't but a few days later that we found each other back where we started. He called me the night before and said rather sheepishly that he had a few more questions for me for his article and wanted to know if I would be interested in stopping by the lab the next morning.

"Do you want to suck my toes?" I aksed, all sultry and insolent.

"That could be a big part of the interview. We'll have to see."

"Do you like the way my feet look? The toes so long and elegant, all so perfectly formed, all crowned with such beautiful nails. The skin so creamy. Every inch of skin a pure delight."

"Rachel, are we having phone sex?"

"Yeah."

"I want to feel your soles against my face..."

"Are you jerking off already?"

"It didn't take much to get me going."

"Maybe you should save it for tomorrow."

"What did you have in mind?"

"It depends on how things go."

"How is that?"

"As long as we don't get caught."

"Are you going to hold back like last time if you get scared?"

"No. I mean, if we get caught, we get caught. We'd be forced to stop."

"Oh, Rachel, I'd keep fucking no matter what. There could be the principal right behind me trying to pull me off you and I'd just keep going until I spurt."

"You better bring a condom."

"God, it's so ready to cum right now."

"Go ahead, I don't want you to be too overworked."

"Pretend you have both of my feet right up against your face. You can smell them all you like. How do they smell?"

"They're sweaty and I love it!"

"How do they taste?"

"Like pure honey!"

"Like what?"

"Honey!"

"Keep sucking that honey, honey."

"Oh, Rachel, I think I'm going to..."

"See ya tomorrow."

We got off to as early a start as possible. Brian had a key to the lab and so we were able to get a head start on everyone. We knew we didn't have much time and we knew what we wanted. It was such an awesome thrill. We hadn't seen each other totally naked yet so we got high off that as we stripped off the moment we got inside that classroom. He started sucking on my tits and I grabbed for his cock. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I couldn't wait to suck on it. I knelt down and took it into my mouth. He groaned and even gasped a little. I remember squeezing his ass while I sucked. Then I layed down on the floor and raised both of my feet up in the air. He knelt down and started lapping away at the soles as he jerked off. Aw, it was like an out-of-body experience. It was so intense and we started to lose track of time. I didn't like what I was doing in the sense of it being so reckless but that also made it so much sweeter for me. When I finally saw him wrap his dick in a condom, I felt such a relief to know we weren't completely insane! He pounded away with just the right pressure and managed to keep going long enough for me to cum once, twice, maybe more. It was needed. I felt release...so much so that I felt I'd gotten it out of my system. It was the best morning in school I'd ever had!

2007-02-27T13:17:00.000-08:00

Ludacris has a Foot Fetish

Although Ludacris does refer to a foot fetish in his music, his songs don't stray too far from the "I wanna kiss you from your head to your toes" sort of thing. That said, his music is, no doubt, very hot.

I can't think of any popular songs that get really close to a foot fetish theme. Some are almost there, like Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" from Hysteria: "...sticky sweet from your head, to your feet..." That's hot and satisfies a freaky foot thing while managing to keep a little distance--not an easy feat, ha, ha. Maybe I don't need a song just about feet--or maybe I do but there are none to be had. Within the established "head to toe" framework, there is much that can be done and it is good to keep some context. There's that one country song I'm thinking of with the guy all in awe of his girlfriend, all her charms, who happens to look lovely in her flip flops or something like that. That's kinda cool.

Sexy music with a "head to toe" vibe is fine. Like Madonna's "Dress You Up" from Like a Virgin.

Can you think of some songs like that? Or any songs with a footsie thing going on? Are there any songs you can think of that are just about a foot fetish? I may end up starting up a new list. We could probably get up to 20 fairly quick. Let me know what you think.

2007-02-22T16:47:00.000-08:00

Sex, Flip Flops, Flipolious Fun, More About Brian

Okay everybody, take a breath, and make yourself extra comfortable. Yes, it's true, Brian knew how to ring a young girl's bell. He knew how to touch the right spots. And, once the die was cast with that first encounter in the newspaper lab, the two of us couldn't keep our hands off each other. We must have tried every sexual position in every conceivable space by the time we had our fill. We became fast friends and fast lovers all at once and it was as good as it could get in high school. I don't think I ever wondered if that was as good as it was ever going to get or anything like that at the time. It was very zen being with Brian.

Oh Brian, it makes me shudder to think sometimes that so much came at me at once way back then. Ah, let me see, let me pick up where I left off. So, we had some quick fun that first time he invited me for an "interview." We went out that same night and it was awesome. We had seen each other and heard about each other enough where it was easy to slide into a very friendly situation. He was very funny and warm and took charge right away: had his arm around me and it wasn't one of those having to look into my eyes and wonder if I was "his girl." The body language, the heat, whatever it was, was on full tilt. Looking back on it, it was really remarkable considering this was still high school. I don't know if I ever really got to know him inside and out. It was more like we knew we were meant to pair up right then for however long we wanted to be together. And it looked like we had no inhibitions to shed. Once we found a cozy spot to park, he jokingly said he was ready to continue with "the interview." This became a running joke which, although not particularly funny, was okay by me.

I had been in flip flops, of course, so I just scooted over and raised my foot to his chest. We were still in his car and it was another impulsive moment. He cradled my foot in his big arms and my foot felt all warm and toasty. He ran his fingers in between the flip flop and my toes and down the sole. And finally slid my flip flop off my foot. I pressed my toes against his fingers and he squeezed. Then I lifted my foot up and he took it into his mouth.

"Brian, go ahead and unzip your fly"

He obeyed and out came such a beautiful dick in need of some air!

"Don't stop licking....and sucking..."

He didn't need me to tell him what to do but he liked it, I'm sure.

All of this was so surreal in a way: cutting to the chase as we did, finding a new route to ecstasy. I think we both felt like we'd discovered something new. Neither of us had done anything quite like this before, I'm sure of it, and that just added to the bond we were forming.

"Brian, let me try this..."

Without missing a beat, we got into comfortable enough positions where I had both feet on his dick. It was a little cramped, of course, but we were charged up enough where we didn't care. Again, just like the newspaper lab, I was turned on and anxious about getting caught one way or another. I remember stroking him faster in hopes he would go ahead and cum. But sometimes faster is not better. And just as I was letting up to ready myself for some slow and smooth moves, he came all over my feet. I remember being so turned on by that and wanting to take it further. I wasn't going to take off any of my clothes right then. And I quickly wondered what he'd do if I put a cum-streaked foot to his face.

Oh, I went ahead and did it--I really did it and didn't care what happened. I put my foot right up to his mouth, the cum still glistening. He moved ever closer and ran his tongue up a line of his freshly squeezed juice. It makes me quiver just to think about it. There was no need for any comments right after that. He liked it. I liked it. I moved my feet away and let out a deep sigh.

2007-02-21T09:21:00.000-08:00

Guilty Feet

I've become hooked on American Idol this season after watching the hilarious tryout sessions. What do you think of it?
As someone sensitive to feet, it will come as no surprise to you that I'm commenting on Paul Kim. If you've been keeping up with the show, you'll know that he insists on always performing barefoot. He says his feet are lucky or something like that. It doesn't seem to bother Randy or Paula but Simon finally asked him to start wearing some shoes! I think that Paul Kim has got to stop obsessing over his feet. This man has a foot fetish that is out of control and is going to wreck his chances, if he really has any, of advancing in the competition. He could at least wear flip flops--he might actually enjoy that. Still, the whole thing has become a distraction and not in a good way. Please, how could he sing "Careless Whisper" last night just so he could say "guilty feet." He was pointing at them when he sang the words! This does not go unnoticed by true foot freaks like ourselves or anyone else for that matter. Too much. No guy's feet are that cute--so he's not earning points if he thinks he is. And a girl can get away with it but even a girl's pretty feet are not going to compensate for lackluster singing. During the little recap session, Ryan Seacrest came out barefoot himself to show support for Paul's tootsies. That was funny. I have to admit that. Stay tuned--it will be interesting to see what Paul does next.

2007-02-16T08:21:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Warming up to Anna Nicole Smith

I hope everyone is enjoying my current Anna Nicole jag. She really does fit right in with my musings on how we consume sex. I find myself warming up to her too. I can't say that there's any spin doctor who can possibly turn Anna Nicole into Marilyn Monroe, who she identified with, but I do believe now that, under the right circumstances, Anna Nicole comes off looking like a star as in her exquisite cover photo in the above Playboy. She cant' be elevated to the status of Marilyn Monroe for a number of reasons which should be obvious. But, at the same time, I do see her as an undisputed sex symbol. She was a "supermodel" in her own right replacing Claudia Schiffer as the model for Guess Jeans. And she was Playmate of the Year, 1993. These are not meager accomplishments.

No doubt, the spotlight became extremely harsh for poor Anna Nicole.

If Anna Nicole had fallen in with the right people, perhaps she could have attained more. I think of Dorothy Stratten, a very beautiful girl, another Playboy Playmate of the Year (1980), who became the lover of famed director Peter Bogdanovich and appears in his film, They All Laughed, 1981. Nothing more was asked of Dorothy but that she just be herself in all her radiant beauty. She gets to charm the camera with her presence. And when she is the victim of a tragic death, it is Bogdanovich who tells her story. There was no Peter Bogdanovich in Anna Nicole's life.

2007-02-15T15:58:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Delivers

Hello there everyone, this is your Flip Flop Girl reporting again. Well, I can't quite let go of the Anna Nicole story because I spotted something in today's New York Times that really made me scrunch up my toes and pay attention. As I said, I keep thinking there might be a worthwhile story yet to be told about Anna Nicole and I kept wondering how that might come about: what author would step up to the challenge of spinning gold from mere thread? So, we'll still have to wait but it turns out there already is one book out and its little known and little regarded publisher has hit pay dirt. The book is Great Big Beautiful Doll, first published in 1996, as a hardcover and priced at $16.95. Barricade Press, puts out a paltry 20 titles a year but its publisher, Carole Stuart, had already decided before Anna Nicole's death that it was time to reprint the book as a trade paperback.

As biographies go, it appears that Great Big Beautiful Doll is a glowing, and likely trite, tribute to Anna Nicole as told by a couple of her former managers when she was still struggling in Texas. But that's enough for French and Japanese publishers to want to buy the rights in their languages. And apparently that's enough to create a desire to buy the film rights. Meanwhile, there is also a mean-spirited, and probably more interesting version, coming out by Anna Nicole's half-sister, Donna Hogan, entitled, Train Wreck: Anna Nicole Unauthorized. That too, unfortunately, will likely be only mildly stimulating. I'm not trying to be a snob. I'm asking for quality. And I think Anna Nicole deserves it.

As my toes released their clench mode from reading about the Anna Nicole books and relaxed as I pored over the rest of the paper, I spotted this little item: Among the "Newly Released" Books, is Because She Can by Bridie Clark. I think this type of book is all too typical of what you find in the book publishing world: more fluff; but maybe fun fluff all the same. Instead of a tell-all in the form of The Devil Wears Prada where we are treated to a behind-the-scenes look at the fashion world, this time around we are treated to a behind-the-scenes look at the book publishing world, specifically the low-end trashy book publishing world reminiscent of the recent O.J. Simpson book that Regan Books attempted to foist upon us. Anyway, it sounds like a fun take-to-the beach sort of book but, based on chats I've had with friends, the act of reading alone is often mistaken as worthwhile. I mean, someone could read that book and actually feel they've engaged in a literary activity when, in fact, what they've done is something akin to watching the E! Channel.

So, all I'm saying is to be mindful of what you're ingesting, be it nutritious or junk. And I do like my junk too.

2007-02-13T15:47:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl: Another Pop Culture Snapshot

Hello there, I was just thinking again about the mess we seem to be in regarding our collective mindset, full to the gills with pop culture, at least in western society, specifically American. Still pondering poor Anna Nicole, the latest victim of our tabloid nation feeding frenzy. Good that we have artists that help us see the big picture. A perfect example is Charlie Chaplin who remains quite relevant in his world view.

I just saw a film that seemed to put our perpetual pop culture circus in its place. It is A King in New York. This was Charlie Chaplin's last film in which he also stars. I take this straight from Wikipedia: "A King in New York is a 1957 film directed by and starring Charlie Chaplin in his last starring role, which presents a satirical view of certain aspects of United States politics and society. The film was produced in Europe after Chaplin's exile from the US in 1952. It did not open in the United States until the early 1970's."

How interesting that this film wasn't allowed into the US until 1973. It took that long, a whole generation, before the United States was ready for the sort of satire that Chaplin delivered which is not heavy-handed but quite sensible! Nice how a mild approach can still sting some people! And those same sorts are still among us today--just take a look at the Bush White House and the right wing blogosphere! Basically, Chaplin is asking for tolerance and understanding during the McCarthy Communist witchhunt. What makes this film so beautiful is that he is also doing so much more than that!

Get this: The plot really takes off when Chaplin's character, the exiled King Shahdov, is the victim of a reality TV prank!

King Shahdov is forced to leave his country after a revolution and makes it to New York only to find his assets have been stolen. Broke and desperate, the king is forced to become a spokesperson. Clumsy and befuddled, his mistakes make him more and more popular to where the public will buy anything he endorses.

To look good for television, the king is willing to try plastic surgery which distorts his features and leaves him unable to form real expressions. Lucky for him, the procedure is reversible and he gets his old face back!

Meanwhile, Americans are caught up in a patriotic frenzy that leaves them suspicious of each other and vulnerable to government and media manipulation.

As a leader of a small and struggling nation, the king feels that atomic energy might prove the key to improving his country's fortunes but he is forever being suspected of actually wanting to create weapons of mass destruction.

Despite it all, the king is still optimistic about America and can see a time when the balance of power will return.

What do you think?! See this film! And totally as an aside, there is even a little scene where Chaplin is engaging in a little foot play with Dawn Addams! Very cute.

2007-02-09T14:09:00.000-08:00

Just a few words on Anna Nicole Smith

Unfortunately, I see this story growing, much in the same lame way that the O. J. Simpson saga played itself out: a tragedy involving a person of very little if no charisma. Anna Nicole Smith is hotter than ever and I do find it sad and possibly fascinating but I won't hold my breath. I haven't really kept up with Anna Nicole Smith before her death but now, that she's dead, I'm sort of interested. No one can say this person was a talent, or a radiant personality. What does she leave behind? Nothing. Nothing except all this drama between a lot of creepy little minor characters. Well, that alone could be fun. Maybe Dominick Dunne needs to sort through this mess and whip something up that is truly engaging.

At least the story about the lunatic astronaut has been knocked off the front burner.

And I can't say I find Anna Nicole Smith much of a sex symbol. She certainly was sexual but I don't know about sensual. She just didn't radiate real heat.

Okay, that's probably all I have to say about this. I do think this is one of those stories that's going to linger until we finally get tired of the stench. We would need somebody like Truman Capote to find the poetry within this heap of junk.

Let me know if I'm missing something. I do feel sorry for what happened to her but, as a pop culture figure, I am still left cold. I'm sure Andy Warhol would have loved her train wreck persona. Was her reality TV show any good? I do want to keep an open mind about there being a worthwhile story here somewhere. I guess we'll have to stay tuned.

2007-02-07T23:23:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Finds Flip Flop Boy

It was in my senior year that I really came around to becoming the flip flop girl I am today. I think my chickens came home to roost, as they say. All the things that were burning inside me, all my desires, all my fantasies, had to be met head on. There was no turning back. I was a glorious young woman in full bloom and in full command of whatever her heart desired. Nothing really left to stop me. I had gotten to taste two extremes in boy action: one wild but stupid and the other mild, maybe distant, leaving me wanting more. That fall, I set aside my Doc Martens, and started out the year in some hellishly red flip flops with hot red nail polish to match. I was on fire and I wanted people to know it. I was smart, as smart as a teenager could be I thought, but I also wanted to shake things up and do it on my terms.

Having said that, I do regret that I didn't make things work with David. At the time, I put a lot of it off on him. I was going with my feelings and my feelings were very strong. In the end, if you can't trust your gut, what do you have, right? Well, I certainly wasn't being logical and even-tempered about it. I was working from some deep-seated passions that weren't being met. That's how I felt at the time. And when you're a teen in heat, you sometimes can't think straight. All of this fire within me led me to Brian, a guy who was cool without trying. He was handsome, athletic, and a quick wit. He also seemed to know what he was doing. There was no awkwardness with him. I remember thinking about him while I was still with David. I remember contemplating somehow getting to know him. And then, on that first day of class, he walked up to me. He said he was continuing on as part of the staff for our school paper and he wanted to do a profile on me. It was perfect. He said he liked my illustrations from last year's yearbook and even wondered if I might want to join the newspaper staff. Well, whatever he asked, I was going to say yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he put the icing on the cake. He looked down at my feet and smiled. "You have very pretty feet." Oh, my god. Guys had said that but not the right guy and Brian was looking very much like the right guy! And things only got better. They got better really fast.

Brian asked if I'd like to meet him in our newspaper lab for the interview the next day before classes started. Of course I would! I didn't see him again until that next morning. It was so exciting to finally start in on something with him. I knew it was suppose to just be an interview but I also knew that most of these high school features were just fun fluff: a chance to flirt, gossip, or whatever. I had applied a new coat of candy apple red to my toes and offset it with hot pink flip flops. I distinctly remember he couldn't get his eyes off my feet the moment I walked in the door. The feeling was so intense it gives me goose bumps even today, considering what happened next.

We made ourselves comfortable at a long table with chairs facing each other. I had a feeling I could do just about anything and Brian didn't let me down. Without thinking, I pushed my feet up and plopped them down on his lap. "Brian, before we do anything, I really could use a foot massage." He kept looking at my feet. I wiggled my toes, the flip flops starting to come loose. He took hold of both my feet.

"Rachel, you do have such pretty feet. How did you know I would appreciate them?"

"You told me yourself yesterday!"

"I did start to say that. But I didn't say how much."

"Show me."

This is what did it for me.

He slid off one flip flop and raised my foot to his face.

"They smell like roses."

I giggled. I wasn't sure what would happen next. I was coming close to being on the edge of my seat.

He still had the flip flop in his hand. I think he was rubbing it between his fingers.

"Rachel, I'm really turned on."

I felt like I was at the height of sophistication. I felt invincable. It was like the two of us were having a good laugh on everyone else. We knew something no one else did. We were hot. We were horny. And we were smart as hell.

He pressed my foot to his mouth and started lapping away like a dog. I scrunched up my toes and he licked all the little crevices. I spread my toes and he licked everywhere in between. I was shaking. I was wet. I couldn't believe how lucky I could be. I needed this so bad. Brian. Yes. He had unlocked a door that was going to stay open from now on.

This was only the start. I knew it was only going to get better but not necessarily right then. I pulled my foot away.

"Oh, Brian, you don't know how much I needed that. But I want to hold back, ease back."

"You're right, Rachel. This is new for me too. I mean, like this, just out of the blue."

"I just don't want us to get caught being stupid about things."

"I know."

And I'm glad I put the brakes on it when I did just to let him know I wasn't some out-of-control nympho. I wasn't really into living out some porn fantasy once I came to my senses. I'd like to think Brian would have stopped too at some point. But then, just as soon as we had calmed down, I know I started thinking about how hot that was. It left me wanting more and I instinctively felt it left him wanting more too--but in a good way. I know that was my logic. And it worked. It worked very well and led to fullfilling everything I could have wanted back then as we embarked on our new shared path.

2007-02-07T10:17:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Fate

Hey everyone,

Yeah, I'm still around. I was so taken with how well my last post came out and how fitting it is for Valentine's Day that I wasn't going to post anything for awhile. Just take a break and gather my thoughts for the next round of posts. I wanted to pause just a bit because I want to cover some ground that is going to say a lot more about me, sort of define me even further to all of you.

I want to dig deeper and lay out more about me and how I've gotten to where I am today. Pretty much lay out my fate to you. I think fate is made up of all the choices we make in life. Choices. Recently, I made the choice to move to Seattle. That's a huge factor in what happens next in my life. More recently, I decided to become involved with the man I'm currently dating. And then there's all the other choices I've already made and have decided to stick with, like my career. Break down all those choices and you could call it my fate. A fate created by my choices.

Do you believe fate is more than the sum of your choices?

2007-01-31T12:41:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl: My Bloody Valentine, My First Love

You would think that a girl calling herself "The Flip Flop Girl" would have been in heaven during high school. Hormones are surging and every fucking day is like going to the beach--or it can be. So many girls, so many of them, parading up and down the halls in flip flops. You tell me what's going on there. You ask one of them if they have a thing for feet, or inclined towards creative foot love, and there's no telling what the response might be. The more bold ones might fess up to a sexual connection. Others would deny any such connection. And still others would maybe blush but give such a coy smile that would leave you wondering. I suppose I have to admit that I trod around in flip flops still not sure of what I wanted and might have been shy to admit how hedonistic I felt inside. Better to let my feet speak for themselves, right? And then see what happens. I think that is how a lot of girls tackle it: they know that pampered feet in flip flops equals a sexually charged image but they may or may not come out and say it.

You would also think that after that summer of decadent playing doctor with Timmy boy that I would be in a rush to get my next sexual high. I would be this liberated libertine ready to hop in bed with the first football player I could find. Well, the truth is, that I did feel free after Tim but I was also a bit spooked by it all. I think what I really wanted and maybe actually needed was a gentle geeky boy.

David turned out to be the proper boyfriend I'd been looking for. It's a little painful to write about him. He did nothing wrong but ultimately I had to give the big, "It's not you, It's me" speech that no one wants to give until they feel there is no other way. David is actually someone I'd be curious to see how he's doing these days, as opposed to Tim who left me cold. As with Tim, so with David. He was important for my development. I don't mean to sound cold myself. In fact, at the time, I can say that I was in love with David. He was my rock. He was the guy I could depend upon. And, at the time, we fell deeply in love right from the start like a couple of crazy romantics.

We shared freshman English and had gotten to know each other fairly quickly and found ourselves inseparable. The two of us looked great together and we could banter back and forth like we'd known each other forever. The two of us were tall and thin and fabulous. He was actually a little thinner than me. I never went in for looking a certain way and had nice curves. Well, I still do. He, on the other hand, was perhaps a bit too lanky. He was always on the go, very much into soccer. I never got into sports that much. I've always enjoyed running and going to the gym but never much inclined to competitive sports. Anyway, he was a bundle of energy. He had dreams of becoming a writer someday. And he was very much into music. He was very much an Anglophile and leaned towards a mod look. As we eased into becoming a couple, I suppose I found myself becoming modish too. I know I wasn't wearing flip flops as much. Actually, you'd have more likely found me wearing Doc Martens.

I remember the first time he got me back to his room. He had such a massive collection of LP's along with CD's that it scared me at first. We listened to My Bloody Valentine. As we lay on his bed, he started to get a little more excited. He always seemed a bit sad but the prospect of sex seemed to liven him up. It was no more of his comparing me to the Pre-Raphaelites and now it was on to business. I found his kissing me a little forced and hard but I was getting turned on all the same. He was too silent. I wanted to hear a little more before he got to the goods but he seemed intent to see how far he could get. He got as far as my bra. "Do you want me as your girlfriend?" I blurted out. He nodded. "Do you want me?" I taunted. He leaned over to undo my bra and I grabbed him by the ears. "Do you want to fuck your girlfriend?" "Yes, I certainly do." Off came my bra. I think my tits must have been tingling, just waiting to be played with by the right boy. I wanted to go further but wanted to have some sign that he would stick around. "You will still call me, won't you?" That got his attention. "Oh, Rachel, how could you think I wouldn't?" And that really got to me. Off came my jeans and I let him take care of the panties. He showed me a condom and I felt we were off to a very good start indeed.

We did go out to the beach since it was so convenient and that was where I got to dig my toes in the sand and make out with him and come to feel that I sort of wanted to combine the two sensations. I remember once in his room, very innocently and playfully, putting my toes to his mouth but he just turned his head. He didn't acknowledge it or anything. Just turned his head. He really should have responded in some way. Anything would have been better than nothing, as I look back on it. I was shy and still didn't know what I was doing. He was shy too. Perhaps if he'd presented a stronger personality, that would have made up for it. Perhaps if he'd been more free with himself and more creative in bed, I wouldn't have felt like I was missing something.

I am so lucky to have been with David. We were very good for each other. With him, I became a better person and learned a lot of good things that help me out even today. I became more disciplined about my studies and took my life more seriously. Perhaps I would have done the same without him but he was the guy I did it with, the guy who helped me through a lot.

It's sad how vivid our last time together is for me. We were going to go out in support of yet another cool local band when I decided to have "the talk." I had already started to become unpleasant to be with and I know he'd gotten the hint that we were drifting.

Me: We need to talk.

Him: Oh, no, not that. Look, I know we need...I know I need to try harder.

Me: If you only knew. If you only knew how.

Him: I thought we were perfectly matched. There's no other couple as perfectly matched as the two of us.

Me: David, maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe we're too matched in some ways, the less important ways.

David: I don't want to hear anymore of this. You need time to think it over. That's all. You need time. More time. You need more time.

I remember he made a point of cutting the night short. He was so sure that if only I had more time to think. But I didn't need one more second to think and I didn't take it. We hugged but I refused to kiss him. And I never returned his calls. I never did anything else with him. Maybe if he'd actually given me "more time" I wouldn't have cut him off but he started calling me right away so I felt I had no other choice. Once things were set into motion, there was no turning back. I felt terrible but I also felt great relief. I never really cried over him and that made me feel bad but it turned out to help me realize how I'd made the right choice.

2007-01-26T10:56:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl: On Being a Girl

I never lose sight of the fact that being in tune with the ground, with your feet, encompasses many things. I think my earliest memories of flip flops are sweet and bring back to me a pure and innocent sensuality that is powerful in its own right. It reminds me of Woodsworth's search for a greater innocence, one tempered by experience.

A little girl in flip flops is tapping into feeling good on a profound level and she already knows it. What she doesn't know, all that sex stuff, she doesn't have to know. It gets in the way. Sometimes, it gets in my way. Sometimes I envy people not aware of what a foot fetish is. I can't believe the other day when I was over at a friend's and she had on the TV. And it was Oprah. The topic of foot fetishes came up and Oprah said she'd never heard of such a thing. But then I think that I am better off knowing as much as I want and putting it to good use.

As a child, playing on the beach, I remember the sensation of being one with my body and with nature. A Garden of Eden feeling! Placing my feet in the sand, working them deep down inside, padding about leaving footprints, and then having the ocean wash each and every little grain of sand away, all these sensations were having their way with me.

If I found myself starting high school with making plans for having sex on the beach, I could say that the beach had already seduced me. As soon as I was old enough, I know I played with myself while pressing my feet into the sand. It wasn't anything explicit. I was about thirteen and I do remember discreetly rubbing myself while at the beach. It was a start and I was confident even back then that much lay ahead.

I suppose my experience with Tim was a bit of a false start. I was never really in harm's way. As I say, it's not for everyone. I wouldn't want my child, if I ever do have a child, to do the same. It was just one of those things that worked itself out for my particular needs. It provided me with a little of everything: information, confidence, and some attention. I was lucky to make use of it all as best I could. That experience did not, however, provide me with much love so I can't call it my first love. That came a little later.

2007-01-23T09:54:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl: For the Very First Time

I'll go ahead and jump into my first sexual experience because I've been thinking about it since last night. I sort of look at it as dumb luck that it turned out the way it did. Sex is messy. And this was sort of messy while also being less messy than I could have ever expected.

It was the summer before high school. I'd gotten interested in this long haired skinny boy my age. He and I would see each other riding bikes. He smiled at me. I'd smile at him. Then we finally started talking. Tim was very laid back. He told me he liked to smoke pot. He also talked about Hemingway. He was a gentle, sort of spacy, intriguing boy. As for the pot, he never pressured me into smoking with him. And I never showed any interest. Maybe that's why I rarely saw him smoke.

We didn't really go out for very long. It was a mismatch from the start but he shared my love for books so he had me hooked for awhile. He led the way to my introduction to sex. It was odd but I wouldn't change a thing.

We had been going out for a couple of weeks. We kissed. We held hands. Our first movie together was a tape of Eraserhead and that really set the tone for that summer.

We were alone at his home. The parents were away. I don't think his parents realized we were alone but I'd come to learn that they were a very easygoing lot, perhaps too easygoing. They let Tim do as he pleased. He told me that it was his folks who turned him onto weed. I shrugged. We walked out into the backyard. There was a swimming pool and lawn chairs. It was very hot. We were in shorts, tees, and flip flops. As soon as we stepped out onto the deck, he kicked off his flip flops, he threw off his shirt, and pulled off his shorts. He plopped down on a chair with a thud. "What the hell?" I thought as my heart started to race.

"It's okay, Rachel. Feel free to strip off too. Why be a hypocrite? It's hot. It feels better this way, that's all," said Tim so confidently, so matter-of-factly, and so persuasively. I couldn't resist. He had me out of my clothes lounging in the next chair within seconds. "Yeah, oh, I know what you mean," I said, not feeling like I was trying to play it cool but just going with the flow.

What he did next was utterly inspired although it is definitely not for everyone. He casually took hold of his dick and started to stroke away. He even let out a little sigh. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, although less scared than I'd been at first. "Having fun?" I remember asking him.

"Rachel, just do whatever makes you feel good. That's how I live my life."

"Oh, sure, I'm just not used to being so...liberal."

His parents were neo-hippies, totally vegan, save-the-planet, everything hemp.

"My folks are nudists. I've always felt better out of clothes."

"Cool."

I couldn't bring myself to touch myself. I did, however, want to watch him. His dick was pointing straight up. It was massive, a missle gleaming in the hot sun. If he bent down, I swear, I'm pretty sure he could have kissed it! He'd stroke it lightly, pet it, slide his fingers up and down it. Then he started to stroke it faster and squeeze on his balls. He kept this up until finally his rocket took flight and exploded hot cum. I was mesmerized!

He had huge feet too. Big meaty feet with pads as big as a bear's and thick long toes, like claws. I remember being fascinated by them as I was with his whole long bronzed body and especially his free-wheeling big dick, like a geyser, like a fire hose. That boy was hung like a horse! And all I wanted to do was just look at it. He understood. He was probably still a little stoned and only had enough energy to focus on keeping that skycraper of his erect.

After an experience like that, you might expect a girl to make a hell bent descent into utter debauchery but I've always had a good head on my shoulders. If I remember right, he dozed off after the fireworks. Even if he'd been awake, he was so lethargic that he never posed a threat. I'd come to trust him. He was there for me as a friend. I think that summer we repeated this encounter a number of times and it was always about the same. I'd gotten comfortable enough where I'd play with myself too. It felt really good in the hot sun, the two of us there together getting off separately.

I didn't really feel like playing with his dick. I'd touch it and I'd let him touch me but that was about it. And I was hardly going to put that thing inside me. I was already contemplating future boyfriends, my own health and safety, my entire future! No, we just did our own thing and then swam around the pool. What worked best for me was simply watching him go at it. I learned so much from watching him wank off. I learned when to stop and then start up again; when to ease in and when to ease off; when to glide your fingers along with the honey drippings! It was much better than porn would ever have been. Although, with his schlong, it did have a surreal porno quality. I still had such a ways to go with foot love or anything back then; at that time, it was all about learning as much as I could and that alone could turn me on. I sometimes wonder if Tim ever progressed beyond what he was doing with me. He was smart. But, when I think about it, he looked and acted like such an oaf. He wouldn't have known the first thing to do with my pretty feet while I already had some ideas of my own.

What's really funny is that towards the end we got sloppy about tracking the whereabouts of Tim's parents. One sweet summer day, we were out in the backyard having our usual fun when both parents showed up out of nowhere! Tim became a legend to me that day. He kept up a nice stroke on his engorged member and half-heartedly said hello. The two of them stared at us for a moment but quickly dropped their gaze and made an incredible effort to appear unphased by what was before them. The father made some pathetically passive remarks, something like, "Well, you guys take it easy."

They did everything but flash us a fucking peace sign! Surprizingly, the longer this played out, the more comfortable I became to where I wasn't embarrassed at all, actually a little irritated, but not embarrassed. I was totally happy to just lay there, my tits for all to see, the nipples sticking straight out! Were they giving off good healthy nudist vibes? I don't know. I thought they should have just told us to put our clothes on but they didn't and went back inside. I know I went back to fingering myself and went on to have the best orgasm I'd known up til then. After that, it was time for a well deserved dip in the pool.

2007-01-22T13:23:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl: Who Am I, Where Did I Come From, Where Am I Going?

With apologies to Guaguin, these are questions I ask of myself: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? And I keep asking them and sometimes I get different answers but a pattern emerges and I take notice and I want to write about it and share it with someone.

If you do something long enough, maybe you do start to become the thing you do. If there's any skill that is acquired, that's a bonus. But, you would hope, that your preoccupation is healthy and good for you. I do have a thing for feet. I admit it. But I always want to group it among a whole array of libidinal delights and, just as important, sources of enlightenment. I get high from thinking that the whole world is just under my feet.

I know I clued into this at an early age. I asked my mom and she confirmed that I was an avid toe sucker. That doesn't prove anything, of course. But I just wondered if I did. Some babies might not. Is that possible? Maybe all babies do. I'd have to look into that one. What are my earliest memories? The California sun and the beach. It was inevitable. I made a bond very early: toes in the sand as far back as I can recall. Was it just sensuous or was it sexual too? Well, what do you expect when there are thousands of nerve endings on our feet that are connected to every nerve ending in our bodies? I think if you're a sensual person, like me, you can't ignore this.

Should I fastforward to puberty? I'm thinking what else to say at this stage. I guess I'll be coming back as I make more connections. I can't say that I was over-sexed at an early age. I was more just in touch with the world and myself. I wasn't molested by anyone. I think what I'm saying is actually pretty common. Maybe I'll be the one to get in trouble for being so vocal about it, which really shouldn't be the case. Oh, there's also the fact that I blossomed early, that made it easier for me in some respects to tune in to my sexuality. I was never the wall flower type. So, I had boyfriends early in life, I'd say by the time I was fourteen or fifteen. I consider that early but I suppose it's not. And nothing against being shy. We all learn in our own ways, don't we?

Since I'm The Flip Flop Girl, I should tell you that I have worn flip flops for as long as I can remember! But my mom, the saint that she is, made me always remember to mix up my foot wear with other types of shoes to avoid becoming flat footed! I think she was right. I know she was. Girls make the mistake of living solely in flip flops and lose a lot of arch support. Flat feet are cute but you want to be good to yourself.

I also remember insisting to go barefoot as much as possible. This lasted for a short while, right up to when I nearly cut my foot on some glass. Ouch! And the sidewalk would just get way too hot to pad about in barefeet. I'd still do it sometimes just for the fun of it. I haven't really bothered to do it since childhood. One thing is that we don't have as many nice smooth sidewalks as we used to! At least not in my neighborhood. You'd have to go to a ritzy suburb, like where my parents live, to find a classic sidewalk surface. And, when I visit, I have padded about a little on the sidewalk to get the mail or pace about just a little.

2007-01-21T17:39:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Notes: Seeing the Light After Being in the Dark for Much Longer Than I Had Expected!
Hi, world. Life is good, is it not? I'm feeling pretty good. My boyfriend is treating me right. I'm feeling pretty grounded, my feet firmly on the ground. I love my feet, my whole body, mind, and soul. I don't know what the future holds. If this were a love story, this might be a good place to stop. But things have a way of unraveling or developing in unexpected ways. I could say that I've currently found a good place in my life. A good footing from where to continue to confidently look forward and also have the luxury of looking back. I'm thinking of doing a lot of looking back, going as far back as I can. I'll also mix things up with fun lists and who knows what will get into my mind to do. But expect more stories. There will be more meditations on sex because sex is very important to me, as it should be for all us humans. I suppose some of us tap into sex more than others, have more opportunities, and like to question things more. I'm just that sort of person!

I want to treat you to as much as I have to offer.

I want you to sit back and enjoy my conversation as if it's just the two of us having coffee together.

It's all over way too soon. We need to enjoy the moment while we can.

2007-01-20T17:52:00.000-08:00

A Few Notes on a Wonderful Day

Hello, everyone. I'm over at Thad's right now. I'm upstairs in his little attic/study area. I just wanted to make a few notes regarding a very pleasant day I spent with him. He was very sweet and we seem to be floating along on a cloud at the moment. It was such a sunny day today. A slight nip in the air but not too bad at all. So nice that I opted for flip flops. This time I went with a chunky pair of Tevas, very spongy but firm too. We are such foot freaks that we find it exceptionally stimulating to do something so potentially mundane as to go to a nail salon together. For me, I find any type of pampering fascinating. Perhaps you agree.

I don't always go to the same place: it can vary from a high end spa to a little hole in the wall, just as long as it's tidy and has class. We were hanging out in Wallingford so I decided to pay a visit to a little shop I hadn't been to in awhile run by a sweet Korean family. I got waited on by Mary, a very sweet girl. She said she missed me. She remembered my feet. She said they are long and elegant. Who am I to pass up a compliment. As my feet soaked, I asked her how my feet were really any different from anyone else. Maybe I was fishing for another compliment. "Rachel, everyone has feet that are unique. All feet have their own personality," she said. "Yes, I would definitely agree," I replied. "I look at the face, the hands, and the feet when I meet someone. You radiate beauty and goodwill from all three places," she answered. I really wasn't expecting that but I was so happy to hear it. "Thank you, Mary, that is really nice to know," I said. For the rest of the day, I knew I would feel no pain. When it came to decide on the color for my polish, I wanted something transcendent but couldn't decide. "I say go deep with a Royal Blue," said Mary. And so I did.

I couldn't believe how beautiful the polish looked. And how energized I was. Thad took one look and was beside himself. "Rachel, this is a beautiful sight to behold. Your toes look incredibly perfect right now. The polish is exquisite, the perfect color in so many ways, this time of year, the mood, this moment. It does more than just turn me on, I think. It's like I just want to gaze in awe." Wow. Talk about transcendent! Everything felt so right at that very moment. Perfect. And it only got better.

We decided to take a stroll around Green Lake. It's usually a bit on the crowded side since it seems everyone feels like taking a little stroll around Green Lake but it wasn't too bad. I was striding around in my comfy flip flops showing off my perfect pedicure with my hot boyfriend by my side. What could be better? Well, it got better as we decided to take a rest at a park bench. We nuzzled close together and stared at each other until we laughed and got in close to kiss each other and then admire each other and then kiss again. "Rub my feet gently, would you honey?" "Bring them over," he said. I moved back a bit and plopped my feet on his lap, my flip flops flying in the air. He gently rubbed the soles. I looked at his hands gently kneading my skin. I didn't have to say anything else. He didn't stick my feet in his mouth or do anything nasty. I wouldn't have minded but it was nice that we could just chill. It was really nice! Transcendent!

2007-01-19T10:32:00.000-08:00

On the Way Back to His Place, We Could Have Crashed the Car with How We Behaved

Thad owns a little Beemer that he restored himself. He's so good with his hands. It's truly a vintage treat. A little smaller than I would have liked but, as they say, size doesn't matter. Or do they say, "Size matters"? Well, I'm just talking about his car and the only problem I was having was wanting a little more leg room. I have long legs! He also has this even older Saab that looks like a rocket! Are you familiar with that type? I don't really know cars but I'm learning. Anyway, I mention all this about the inside of the car because we did it in his car right after our little escapade in the shoe department at Nordy's! I wasn't going to get into this but it's been a slow week ever since.

As I wonder if I'm getting too excessive and becoming a sex addict, I plunge into yet another sex story for you. It has to be kept in context. I'm not doing this all the time, 24/7. Not that I wouldn't mind it but I like to think I have a well balanced life too! This was unusually good so here goes: We decide I should wear my new wedgies out the store. Having had Thad freshly kiss each of my toes and us getting so worked up, I couldn't help myself! Thad whispered to me that he was ready to burst! I sometimes just have to give in to my needs and I did say I wanted an erotic adventure so I wanted to be good to my word. I took hold of his arm as we walked out the door into the freezing weather. "Oh, my toes! Thad it's so cold, you're going to have to suck my toes and get them all warm!" was what I blurted out for all to hear. I was making out with him as we waited to cross the street and thinking about how we hadn't christened the Beemer yet. "Let's do it in the car." I whispered in his ear.

We had parked the car in an indoor lot, crammed inside like sardines. There was no way of knowing when someone would approach us or not so we were really taking things to a much higher and riskier level. In fact, we had entered into a moment of sheer chaos. We had pumped ourselves up and now we had pushed ourselves into this dangerous situation. People were coming and going and it could backfire on us big time. "We'd be more comfortable in the back but then we'd be pretty obvious, don't you think?" I said. "Let's get in the front," was all he said.

"Try crossing your legs," he directed. "Can you reach my toes?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Suck them! They're so cold!" I blurted out. He slid off my shoe and it was a smooth dive for his mouth to take in my freezing cold foot. He was hungry and just kept sucking away at each toe until they were nice and toasty. "Ah, you do it so good." I said.

I'm not a contortionist so it wasn't exactly easy for us to do much else but we were both quite pleased. I did, however, want to be a really bad girl and needed to get hold of his cock. I was too charged up and just needed his dick. That's all there was to it! I am a lady but if you push my buttons enough, I become an animal in heat. "Give me back my foot, sweetheart. I want your cock," was what I said. He immediately unzipped and pulled it out, all strong and firm. I put my hand to it and started jerking him off. I looked around, bent down, and made my way over. He let out a little grunt. I took hold of his cock in my mouth and was high. "It's OK, keep going, keep going," he said the whole time as I sucked away. I was in a trance. "Keep going...it's OK." I sucked harder, jerked him off, sucked his balls..until I could feel it cumming and then I firmly placed my mouth over his sweet cock and drank his juice.

"Sit back, honey," he started to say. I pulled down my panties and let him finger me. I was so wet and spaced out. I let him rub me. "Go gently, Thad," I kept saying.

I really didn't mean to write this but it was pretty powerful stuff we shared. Except for some major details I won't go into now, it pretty much knocked Simon out of my mind. Well, at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else, of course! I guess I'm saying that it was something special that I shared with Thad. It was sex but there was more to it too. At least that's what I think right now. I think it was two people that really felt comfortable being crazy together, totally crazy and intimate. I still think a lot of what Thad and I share is just sex but I'm hoping there's more to it, if just because it would be nice to have that right now in my life.

2007-01-17T10:58:00.000-08:00

The Imelda Marcos of Flip Flops

I have not talked too much about my current boyfriend. I've only said a few things about Thad such as he can be really arrogant; he's really horny; he's very hot; and I often wonder if we're on the same page. But he showed some spirit over the weekend and I've decided to share it with you.

As a joke, mind you, I had brought up the Jimmy Choo flip flops that I did not get for Christmas. I gave Thad the most pitiful little pout and almost had the poor lad in tears...laughing at my sorry state. He said that I already owned way too many flip flops and, with mock dismay, that it scared him. "That isn't the point!" I said, "A girl is entitled to own as many flip flops as she wants!" "You're the Imelda Marcos of flip flops!" he said. "Great pop culture reference!" was all I could say. He was starting to show a sense of humor. I equate "humor" with "human." So, I was happy.

I kept up with the flip flop demand until he relented and agreed to go shopping with me. I suppose it helped that I kept sticking my feet in his face and saying morbidly sweet things like, "Doesn't daddy want the best for his little girl's tootsies?" in the most cartoony baby voice. Or maybe he took pity on me. Or maybe it was the fact that I suggested we go out shopping and see if we might turn it into some sort of erotic adventure. Yeah, I think that's what did it. In moments, we were off to Nordy's. This initial playful demand had turned into a quest and taken on a life of its own.

It didn't seem to matter that is was the dead of winter. I swear, girls squeeze in as many chances to flaunt their feet as they can. And, even though sandals are hardly a featured item this time of year, Nordy's always has a few out on display. Fashion knows no bounds. What's a few snow flakes on your open-toe pumps, right? Yeah, the customer is always right. And we were embracing the moment. We were the customers and we were going to take control of the situation. We asked to try on just about every sandal they had available. If a woman carries herself well, she can walk right in and try on any shoe barefoot and avoid wearing those "footie" nylon socks. I was wearing nice pumps and my feet were beyond reproach. It just adds to the experience when you can press your soles down into all these shoes that you know you're not going to buy.

Ultimately, I didn't even buy any flip flops. They didn't carry Jimmy Choo's flip flops or any Jimmy Choo. But, just for fun, I ended up finding a pair of wedgies I liked. And, just at the right moment, I slid my new Fuck Me shoes on Thad's lap and asked him if he'd check to see if he liked them. As quickly as he processed that sensation, I asked him if he'd help me slip out of them. Thad was giggling a little but he went along. I was really laying on the seductress role pretty thick. Then I said, "Kiss my toes, sweetheart." And, in that very moment, we were both locked into something. We were totally zoned in. And, I guess we didn't care if someone saw us or not. Or maybe we did. It couldn't have lasted more than mere seconds but Thad dutifully kissed each toe and then looked at me with a wide grin. And, too our delicious surprise, we had been spotted. "Oh, that's cute," said our salesgirl. It was a refreshing response! She had a nose ring and was sporting flip flops herself so I guess we lucked out. But I couldn't leave well enough alone.

"My boyfriend has a foot fetish," I said, just to see what would happen. Maybe it was unfair of me but I caught myself and went for broke: "I have a thing for feet too." Was I being confrontational? Oh, I wasn't even thinking that. But our salesgirl did not miss a beat. "I think that's cool. I love feet too!" "I guess you would," I said, "being that you work in the Shoe Department." "Yeah, I guess so!" was her last response to all this. In another moment, things sort of returned back to usual. We made our purchase and were quite satisfied with our little outing which I guess it was: an outing! I "outed" both of us as being into feet and there was a pleasant result in the end! We discussed this in the car going home. Thad was so cool about it all. He didn't say anything about feeling awkward. He just rolled with it. I have to give him a lot of credit for that!

2007-01-12T09:40:00.000-08:00

Sex in the City and the Consolation of a Pedicure

There's a blog I've become addicted to and find myself posting on a lot. She is such dear. It is a real-life version of Sex in the City to some extent. Actually, way better. I always found that show too contrived. Like, they never really did anything on that show, did they? Yeah, they lived in the city and, yeah, they did have sex. But I never felt like I was really a fly on the wall to something juicy. I'll have to look at it again. That show must qualify for our upcoming list of tv shows making reference to feet. Anyway, I will have to post sometime about the virtues and pleasures of going to a spa, or even a little salon, and sitting back and having a pedicure. Sometimes, that does feel better than sex or can be a great little substitute. I know few, if any, upstanding young women would admit as much but I put it out there nonetheless. I say, when in doubt, go for something sensual. When reason gets in the way, you need to go deeper to something primal.

So, here is my response to today's installment of the dating blog on Glamour. I suppose you should know that the blog is kept by a Glamour writer who is documenting her dating adventures. At this time in her life, it's anything goes. She could date anyone. And, as luck would have it, she has gotten a little bogged down with the boy next door and is focusing on him but there's really no telling if anything will come of it. In the meantime, Alyssa has gone out and gotten the little ankle tattoo as shown above. And now she'd liked nothing more than a nice pedicure. I think she's on the right track. She should just sit back and let her feet be pampered as she relaxes:

Oh, daydreaming is alright, including relationship daydreaming. How do you think artists get inspiration? It's not the only way but it's one way. You have to always keep in mind that it is a daydream and channel that energy for your own good. Maybe that daydream will lead to some form of self-improvement, that sort of thing. Always keep in mind that, after all the daydream revelry, there might not be a guy at the end of it all or the guy turns out to be less than expected.

And don't lose track of your goal to ask out every guy you feel an attraction for. What would be so bad about striking up a conversation with a total stranger? I mean, it all depends on the situation but, given that safety is accounted for, why not? It's a good dare. If you see a guy you like, just go up and talk to him. Totally spontaneous: none of this snooping ahead of time. You have nothing to lose! And it's way better than slogging through online personals. This emailing back and forth drama is not going to be much fun. I hope the reader that described her online romance eventually caught herself and realizes there never was a romance in the least until she actually started to date that guy. For her to even induldge the notion that she knew that guy is not good. No, she did not know this guy.

The whole idea that life finally comes into focus once you tie the knot is problematic too. How is it that a guy that was obnoxious while dating, finally becomes the answer to life when he becomes the hubby. My husband! Now, life has meaning! I feel the whole women's movement, in spirit if not in reality, continues to deteriorate at a rapid pace. This is not to say that guys can't be wonderful and that marriage can't be a good thing but there's more to life too.

Finally, I like your last post in the sense that it felt like a post that was allowing you to take a pause, looking at things in the interim: catching up with friends, debating on whether to get that pedicure so soon after getting that tat. The golden boy next door is now turning into a concept that can be thrown in with the deathless concept of the deviled eggs in one basket. Was Sex in the City really that good? Well, I've always liked Sarah Jessica Parker. To me, they always seemed on the verge of doing something great and then, when the plot did progress, things sort of petered out and then it was on to the next build up of drama.

2007-01-11T08:20:00.000-08:00

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 5
Simon Talks About it at Work

Simon told me once that he tried to bring up the subject of his foot fetish with a coworker and it provided some amusing results. He thought it would be okay considering that so many of the employees there are in flip flops or Birkenstocks and there's this prevasive feel-good atmosphere.

Just about everyone at his job is suppose to be progressive. You see all these anti-Bush stickers and posters. A healthy expression of gay pride with rainbow flags too. Lots of organic and gourmet snacks. So, Simon did feel fairly safe.

He decided to have lunch in the company cafe which he usually avoided in favor of something in the neighborhood. At first, he thought he might do well to strike up a conversation with this divorced guy in his 40's who was out fucking anyone he could find and was good for an unabashed chat.

"Hey, Brad, how's it going? I guess you're dating a lot these days as I recall you were saying."

"Oh, hi, Simon. Yeah, yeah, online dating is the way to go. It's one of the greatest innovations I can think of. It's practically fool-proof. And it really works for a guy like me. I know how to handle myself. I have the money to spend and I also have the confidence which the girls appreciate. They like the money but they get turned on even more by the confidence. It also helps that I look young for my age. It pays off to keep fit."

"So, Brad, it's pretty easy for you to keep up with the girls, huh? Not too demanding on you? Do they ever ask you to do things you're not sure that you're up for, if you know what I mean?"

"Do I get requests? Oh, I don't know. One thing leads to another. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, for instance, if a girl demanded that I perform rough sex on her, I would be kinda lost."

"Oh, I see."

"Or say if a girl had a fetish, a foot fetish. How would you feel about that?"

"Well, Simon, let me tell you. All cultures have different kinks, as you well know. You can learn a lot from just watching porn. Say, the Japanese are all into control. They'll spend a lot of time tying up the girl. At the extreme, they make her eat her own shit. Sick fucks. The British, on the other hand, are so prissy and uptight and they go for spanking, and dainty things. Around the world, Americans are seen as being too clean, too artificial. Then you've got the Germans. Oh, you don't even want to know how dirty those birds are with all the hardcore bondage..."

"Okay then. To each his own, right? I should be going..."

2007-01-09T10:38:00.000-08:00

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 4
I Do Miss Simon

Aside from all the foot fetish themes, which is definitely a huge part of this blog, Simon and I did have a very full and satisfying relationship. I am the sort of person who just likes to go with the flow. And I'm not the sort of girl who believes you have to make plans way ahead of time and include a husband, a white picket fence, a dog, and a couple of kids. Things happen and sometimes things don't happen. I do believe you need to be in tune with yourself which has helped me with my career choices and, as regards this blog, has helped me find my groove. I embrace experiences. I don't dismiss too much. I try to find the good in what's offered to me. And so I come back to Simon, who did prove to bring a lot of good into my life.

A typical day for us would include time to just ramble on about our lives with each other. We loved coffee shops and just simple chats, not necessarily in-depth conversations although we did have plenty of those. Just sitting together with our java and hanging out or reading together was totally fun. I think I've always had a book or two I've been reading, sometimes off and on, and sometimes at a more dedicated pace. So, it was very nice to hang out with a fellow bookworm. Usually, I tended more towards good fiction, like Jonathan Safran Foer, and he seemed to have a morbid fascination with trends and liked books like, The Tipping Point. He said he always "got a kick in the pants" as to how the marketers, pundits, the whole media, kept us on our toes wanting to buy this or that unnecessary thing. And he always wanted to hear my thoughts on a good read and we actually ended up sharing books quite a lot. It was nice how we were able to share such a solitary activity as reading. That's probably why we made such good running partners too.

I'm not putting Simon up on a pedestal. He had his faults and there are good reasons we are not together anymore. I don't know that I'd want to get back together but, I suppose, that option is out there, at least for awhile. I was the one, afterall, who decided to break up. That, of course, doesn't mean I am control of anything. He could be out right now with somebody new, although I doubt he'd do that simply because he's so methodical and, well, sentimental. I'm not taking advantage of him either. I'd have to go into more detail as to what led to our break up. At the moment, I just want to think about the good things about him. He was thoughtful and he liked to share his life and his interests with me. That was a lot right there. He never put me down, like some guys I can mention. He never was into controlling other people. And he was probably, next to my father, the man with the least ego I have ever known. In a lot of ways, a great guy. In a lot of ways, the right guy or, at least, the sort of guy I should go for. I go for a lot of different guys. I don't know if that's right or wrong for me. It seems to work, for now. In a lot of ways, I can't complain. But I do miss Simon.

2007-01-08T11:23:00.000-08:00

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 3
Simon's First Confession

Simon was my boyfriend for about two years. We only recently broke up. I still have feelings for him which I guess might be obvious. Ha. Ha. He was not always easy to get along with although he was, by his very nature, a very casual dude. Casual but not a slacker. He was a tech guy for a big software company. He said he knew so much code that he sometimes felt like a machine. I guess math and technical stuff came easy to him. He had a knack for it, very left brain-oriented. But, as I said, there was a lot to him that was anti-high tech. He seemed to rebel against the very creature he helped develop. Well, he is only a foot soldier in the great Information Age, as he puts it. He says he's just doing a job that he sort of fell into and that luckily turns out to pay well. He's lived all his life in the same area: except for going away for college, he's managed to stay in his home town through some lucky breaks in finding work. Maybe having enjoyed so much stability has led him to long for more simpler times. He's not alone. In his office, he's got this collection of action figures and retro toys but so do a lot of his colleagues! I think so many of these software engineers envy the "creative" types. Some might exhibit toys for show but I'm guessing that maybe they all long for something more. So, I guess my right-brain strengths must have been quite appealing to Simon.

He always told me that, as regards foot love, he didn't want that to get in the way of anything. He never wanted to have us deteriorate into mere foot fucks. He didn't want that to be the only way he or I got turned on either! "Always keep it as part of your bag of tricks," he would said. I was and still am curious about foot fetishes despite all the foot sex. I asked him once what he thought was the cause of his foot fetish, if that was possible to pin down. He thought that was an excellent question and he didn't think any of his lovers had ever bothered to ask him. He said that there were probably a number of triggers but that he'd first tell me of what he guessed might have been the very first. He said he must have been around four when he was dropped off with a neighbor for awhile who had a daughter about the same age or maybe a little older. It is a fuzzy memory but he recalls that he and the girl were in her room watching cartoons on TV when she did the most unusual thing. She took her foot and sucked on her toes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and he distinctly remembered being aroused. It was definitely something a little kid would have trouble processing. He said he recalled it as an isolated incident, and perhaps even back then he could sense it as a window to things to come. Then he decided to add some more to his story. He said that when he hit puberty, he did remember re-enacting that scene but this time it was him sucking his own toes. He looked a me wondering what I'd say and I just gave him a kiss.

Obviously, this was a breakthrough for him to confide in me. But I also find other things significant and inter-related about sucking one's own toes and foot fetishes in general and wearing flip flops beyond the practical beach and gym purpose. I think this is all a form of comfort. As babies, we were completely tuned in to the sensual. If we wanted to suck our toes, hell yeah, we'd just do it and adults around us would applaud or coo at us. With a world so hyped up on caffeine and hyper this and cyber that, is it any wonder we want to tap into the sensual as much as humanly possible. In the future, I hope everyone is wearing flip flops just for the sake for their sanity. If we think the world is moving too fast now, what the hell is it going to be like in the future? I seek balance. What I'm interested in is how an interest in feet is evolving. Will it become, or has it already become, just another shallow high-octane high-adrenaline fueled sex act being abused in every fraternity and penthouse? I'm not saying I want to keep this at a spiritual level and there's really no way to control something like this aside from better understanding. I know I'm sort of rambling now. I think we all need to be aware of how powerful a love of feet can be--yeah, I think that's the answer. It can provide solace from a crazy world and it's always going to have an edge to it to help you get off. It's a natural medicine.

2007-01-07T11:28:00.000-08:00

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 2
The First Time I Took Simon To Bed

I feel pretty loosened up right now. I went to my gym early this morning and took a swim. Wanted to do some thinking. Now, I'm out of a warm bath. Feels pretty good for body and soul. I miss the massages I would get from Simon. He turned me on to Neutrogena body oil. It is the smoothest and silkiest oil around. I highly recommend it. I just eased it onto my body right now. He was such a dear. The first time we made love, he said he had a little surprise. He started spouting off how great this oil was. I joked and asked him if he had stock in it. He just said, "Okay, wait and see." That first night, he did my back and really worked my shoulders for which I was forever grateful. He had me purring. He rubbed my ass, worked his way down my long legs and then began the most amazing foot massage. I couldn't believe it. He rubbed the soles so well: gently gliding his fingers across them, firmly pressing down. I was in heaven. Simon was covering a lot of little pressure points like Shiatsu, running his fingers down to each toe and letting go after a firm press. It was really beautiful and just blew my mind thinking this guy could be my boyfriend!

"I'm going to try a special technique I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy," he said. "Go for it, big boy," I remember saying. He pressed the soles of my feet to his face. I felt a rush of excitement. Gently, and then firmly, he started doing with his tongue the same thing he had so masterfully done with his fingers. I let out a little gasp and I was getting wet. Oh, Simon. He returned to massaging with his fingers. "You can kiss them," I said. He started to kiss each toe. "You can suck on them too," I said boldly. "You're one step ahead of me," he said. He started sucking on my big toe. It was delicious. It was like he was sucking on a dick. Then he sucked each and every toe and all the little spots in between. I did ask him right then, and probably a few times after for fun during our time together, if he ever thought of a dick when he sucked my toes or was it always me on his mind. He said when he was involved with my feet that he was high and just in the moment. I smiled and said it didn't matter to me one way or another. He liked being coy but he said his being mysterious sometimes cost him when a girl started thinking he was bisexual so he said, for the record, he was definitely straight and he loved, completely loved my toes. I said I really believed him, not that he had to make an official statement. Basically, he was a beautiful man and opened me up. He was very free, no need to pin him down on his sexuality. Actions were speaking louder than any words and I was completely satisfied! I loved what he did with my feet so much that I eagerly wanted to return the favor, not something I usually did. Lucky for me, he had beautiful feet. That same night, I started in on his big toe and made it clear I was loving it like it was his cock. "So, now who's sucking cock?" he said. I looked right at him, his toes still on my face, "Who wants to know?"

I had him completely under my spell. I could feel his whole body quiver. He was like in a trance. I had him by the balls, so to speak, and we both loved it. I took a look at his cock and it was so hard and twitching like a volcano about to erupt with trickles of lava just beginning to roll down. This was paradise for both of us but I knew what would make it even better and would make that volcano erupt at any moment. He was about to reach for his cock when his wildest dreams must have been answered. We were both completely in the moment. I reached over and started to stroke his beautiful firm cock, totally enjoying the natural lubrication and all the time his foot in my mouth. I manipulated each toe with my tongue, ran my tongue all over his sole but didn't stray to far from the big toe, sucking and stroking until he was totally on the edge, beyond the edge, and let out an incredible spurt that flew out of his cock. He said he'd never had it so good! It was a revelation, a whole new way of looking at things! And it was also an incredibly amazing bonding experience. Something extraordinary had happened between us. He came but so had I. I had never thought I'd get so into feet before. I think of it as, overall, amazing sex, but feet were an important part, far more than I had known before.

2007-01-06T15:51:00.000-08:00

The Flip Flop Girl's Story
How I Met Simon

I've been thinking about sharing more with all of you. As I say, I am grateful for all the responses I've gotten regarding flip flops and having a foot fetish and being willing to explore what it all means. What I want to do next is share with you a story about another guy in my life, maybe the one that got away. I'm still processing what happened between us. This was a couple of years ago. He was my boyfriend and I learned a lot from him. I'd even say he helped me reach a deeper level in my appreciation of myself and my body and sexuality, not just feet but definitely feet were important. I like to think of it as a deeper understanding of sensuality. I suppose I shed more of my inhibitions with him. I learned to love my whole body and to understand how my feet can be a portal to pleasure. I'd say there is still more I could learn and my experience with him taught me to reserve judgmnet and to follow my intuition. One area I am still curious about is how something so intimate has made its way into the mainstream as regular readers are well aware. And, as for loving feet, that too is still up for discussion but I already have the experience with it as well as an appreciation for its charms.

I was just thinking about Simon this morning. I went to one of my favorite haunts for a meal and some coffee. I brought the New York Times with me to keep me company. The weather was cooperative for sandals so I picked out the most upbeat flip flops I could find within my vast stash, a pair of funky Havaianas with green thongs and orange footbed. I suppose they kept me company too. As much as I was engrossed in reading, I was just as preoccupied in slipping my soles back and forth in my flips and pressing my toes into the buttery soft surface. Before I met Simon, I was already very much into flip flops. I remember when I used to work at a law firm I was the flip flop queen. Everyone would comment on my feet byway of my flip flops. Every girl wore flip flops but I guess I stood out because I seemed to always be sporting a different pair and my feet were always immaculate. You could eat off the soles of my feet and I know there were quite a few attorneys who would have been more than willing to do that. There was one I briefly dated that pretty much did just that one feverish night. Anyway, I had become a flip flop expert and so when I met Simon, it was a match between a flip flop queen and a very seasoned foot fetish king. I remember one of our first meetings, perhaps it was the first: we were at a diner, no it was more of a tavern. And he was so cute commenting on how the tavern wasn't really authentic but a replica of the real thing. We were actually on our first date. We'd met through an online dating thing and he must have taken special notice of my intense interest in flip flops. At the time, I'd come to feel very confident about it. He was a little shy to bring it up all at once. I could sense he was into feet. Maybe I felt him looking over at them. Or maybe he did say something. "That's very cool you're so into flip flops." Yeah, I think Simon did say that in passing. And I remember pretty much saying something similar to what was already in my personals ad:"I do love my flip flops. I've grown to love everything about them. I even love the very word, 'flip flop' and all its uses, even how it's used to show how politicians go back and forth in trying to bend the truth."

Those comments of mine really helped get the conversation going and helped Simon find his feet, sort of speak (ha, ha!), because he chose to express his interest in politics for awhile. He thought the whole system was suspect and that the media was more in love with following "flip flops" than the real issues. I couldn't agree more and I instantly became attracted to him. I had a feeling there was more to him and I wanted to give him a chance. He thought we were all floating along a very fluffy cloud most of the time unaware of what was really going on in the world, more inclined to navel gaze than anything else. Simon thought we just followed one celebrity mishap after another, one buzz word after another, one sound bite after another, and in the end, we were left jacked up with too much eye candy, over-stimulated, over-saturated, and over-sexed. It was funny how he put it: "I'm still trying to get a handle of this whole Generation X thing, just a fluffy label. And now we have Generation Y, and, God help us, we will damn well have Generation Z."

Oh,yeah, he was a member of Generation X, I was a member of Generation Y, and he feared his ten-year-old daughter would be a member of Generation Z.

In one fell swoop, I was seeing three individuals neatly separated into generational compartments. It was actually a pretty cool way for him to clue me into his having a kid and to give me a little nudge that he was older than me. He looked so young and sexy, still does. So, that wasn't an issue for me. It was a bit of an issue for him as I would learn.

He wondered often if he was too old for me. In hindsight, I wish I would have told him more firmly to shut the fuck up about that. If I didn't like him in any particular way, I sure as hell would have told him! I did grow to love that man. I think I could see something between us from that very first date. He is a handsome man and he has an elegant yet firm way about him. A charmer without pretending to be, you know. The real deal. And he knew a lot about a lot of things. And he was always pointing out things to me that helped me see the world a little differently or in a more interesting or critical way. Not negative, usually very supportive and positive insights. He did have his rants but I enjoyed them.

The whole thing about the tavern being fake really gets me to this day. And he was so fucking right. The tavern was in our artsy part of town, Capitol Hill, it's called Linda's Tavern. And it is an old structure with some street cred, at least enough for me. But Simon pointed out how the mounted deer head and the old posters, down to the distressed look to the bar and the booths were all just part of a packaged "look." It wasn't a real working class dive. People who frequented this bar would often be more of the middle class type than working class. And, definitely no truly sketchy characters. Not that anyone welcomes sketchy characters as a rule, right? But, well, it all depends. A bar like the Twilight, Simon pointed out, was authentic because it just was what it was, not pretty, but not trying to be ugly either. And it had a rougher crowd mixing with a more underground hipster crowd. It just felt more real because it was more real! And I guess that is what I learning to miss about Simon: he was far more real than a lot of what I'm seeing lately.

2007-01-04T17:04:00.000-08:00

More About My Boyfriend: What happened to My Jimmy Choo flip flops?

I only asked him for one thing for Christmas and it was a pair of Jimmy Choo flip flops. Or sandals. Just something special for my feet. Considering this boy his a high-adrenaline foot fiend, I though he'd jump at the chance to serve his woman, to grant her this wish. You know, just a little sign of affection, just a little gesture to show we're both on the same page. If he didn't want to lavish me with my potentially expensive request, like I say, he could have found something, anything in the ball park that he'd have known would have set the mood. He did get me a gift: a really nice perfume. Maybe he wanted to show me that he will do as he pleases, which is very likely. Or, and I don't think it's this one, he wanted to show me that he's more broadminded. I don't know if I'm making too much out of it. As I've seen it so far, all we share is sex and his intense interest in feet. I'm not saying that's wrong and I'm not saying it's the best situation. It just is what it is. He's very busy. And so am I. And we don't make time for each other. When we do hook up, it very quickly becomes sex. I don't know what I'm worried about. It just seemed odd to me that he wouldn't acknowledge it with some foot wear. It seems so fitting! And this boy does know my shoe size! He's not shy. Perfume is nice. Is that really in the ball park? Sort of. Did he want me to spray some on my feet? He never said that. I would think it would sort of get in the way. I prefer to avoid extra scents. It depends. Never say never, right? But I desire the sweat, the musk, the pheromones. I hope I haven't hurt is feelings. The way he acts sometimes, I wonder if he has any. He doesn't show them very well.

2007-01-02T09:45:00.000-08:00

Foot Fun for Everyone!

I think any average Joe or Jill can have a foot fetish and just consider it part of their bag of tricks. And I'm starting to conclude we're right at a tipping point where this won't be a big deal. Not quite there yet but just about. I always like it when something is still "underground" but it's going to be better for everyone as more and more people just loosen up, you know?

This is what I posted today in response to Jay's comments that we shouldn't be thinking in terms of a "regular guy" and a "weirdo" regarding having a foot fetish:

All you guys are great and thanks, Jay, for such a thoughtful post. I am so grateful for all of the feedback I get. I think there were times I felt a little alone on this whole foot fetish subject and my aim as been to show how it is already "out there" more than we all might realize.

I was focusing in on T's comments that he'd like to see more of a "regular guy" approach and I think his comments and my responses are the first steps in figuring things out. I think we'd all like to see an admiration of feet firmly in place in the culture with an admiration, for instance, of a nice ass, even lovely eyes. Now, I know we haven't quite gotten there, right? If a guy expresses admiration for feet, he doesn't know for sure how the comment will be taken by his buddies or a girl he likes. So, the thing to do is just put yourself out there and take the risk.

I think any guy or girl can take that risk of expressing an interest in feet. But it's like anything else: it's up to that person to have a sense of discretion. Say, if a guy was making endless comments about tits and staring at tits, he's not going to be taken seriously. If a movie wants to depict a sex scene that is out of control, it could be anything including some wild toe sucking on a bus. That actually sounds kinda hot but also excessive.

There are definitely levels of intensity to any sex. There are all these degrees you can go and you decide how far you want to go. If we haven't even reached the point where admiring feet is taken for granted, then we have a ways to go. But I have to tell you that I do hear a lot of positive comments. Girls, for instance, admire each other's feet. I think it's still hit or miss for guys.

I'll have to add Road Trip to the list! And I'll have to rent it!! I think I might go ahead and run this as a post too.

So, that's the bottom line: We want to get to the point where having a foot fetish is no big deal.

Now that I've had a chance to learn a little something about Road Trip, it sounds like this is a movie that definitely sent out a message when you consider the stars in it: Reese Witherspoon, Jennifer Love Hewitt, even Tom Green. These are the sort of personalities that play well in the heartland. So, maybe the message sent out in this case is a mixed message at best. I still have to see the film to be able to make the most intelligent comment so I'll come back to this one.

2007-01-01T10:03:00.000-08:00

The Regular Guy with a Foot Fancy

It would seem that portraying someone with a foot fetish has a way to go in film, at least in major motion pictures. I put an emphasis on major motion pictures because they're like any major media: they are the last to get a new trend and the first to make the general public aware of it. T had brought up some interesting issues with his greatly appreciated feedback to my last post. He found the guy with a foot fetish in Babette's Feet to be a stereotype that reinforces a negative image of a guy with a foot fetish. I lean more towards it being harmless fun. I think the movie does convey, for the most part, a sympathetic view but, for entertainment value, I do agree that this guy does come off looking odd. I have to say, though, that admiring women's pretty feet from afar is not necessarily going to be a pretty picture. Often, in art, you're going to see people do whatever the hell they want to do, whether it's ugly or not--something to consider.

Having said all that, I understand that there is a need for bringing things out more into the open and continuing to chip away at the stigma. Thinking about this dislodged another memory of movies with some foot fancy. This may be the healthiest depiction yet--very matter-of-fact. In the 2005 film, Rumor Has It, Mark Ruffalo makes an offhand remark that Jennifer Aniston has some "hot feet." Talk about progress! Here's a truly regular guy saying he admires a woman's sexy feet. No steamy sex scene, just a little comment without a French accent or leering eyes. Interesting how it is Mark Ruffalo who gets to dine on Meg Ryan's feet in her bad girl film, In the Cut. This actor is a whole New Modern Man of Film wrapped up in one person. It's also interesting that Rumor Has It is a Rob Reiner film. Reiner is responsible of Sleepless in Seattle, among other films, that try to tap into the zeitgeist. I'm not saying that Rob Reiner is particularly hip to what's going on but he tries. It is hilarious to imagine him seeing his sweet Girl-Next-Door leading lady from Sleepless having her toes munched on in In The Cut. In fact, I can't help but think Rob Reiner is simply making a direct reference to that film when he has Ruffalo say that Jen has "hot feet."

2006-12-29T18:54:00.001-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Focus on Babette's Feet

There are films which make reference to feet and/or a foot fetish and then there are films that are completely devoted to feet which is very cool.
Thanks to Jay for making all of us aware of this gem and for all his other movie finds.

Now, what I really love about Babette's Feet is how very gentle and understated it is. That is the approach I like to take with feet. Often, less is more. This is an elegant little film, very intelligent and very honest. Here's a guy to loves feet and we get to see him sneaking looks at girls with pretty feet. But he's not just some foot freak. Harold is a lawyer and he's on a quest. He thinks he's searching for the perfect feet--but maybe he's also searching for something more.

In the end, he meets Babette who is on a search of her own!

2006-12-27T16:24:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Big List of Films with Footsie

The beautiful foot has made its way into some significant films. Here is a list of major motion pictures that have included some footsie in one form or another. At first, I struggled to readily recall too many movies which included feet in a provocative/sexual way. I wasn't even sure I'd find ten really good examples. Now, I have twenty to share with you. I also wasn't so sure I'd find anything past 30 years ago, let alone anything from silent films--but I have! The Merry Widow, from 1925, actually revels in the foot fetish theme but it could be lost on someone who is not aware of foot fun. I don't know when I'll get a chance to see it since it doesn't seem to be available to the public in VHS or DVD. Swept Away definitely looks interesting with the twist of the woman kissing the man's feet. A horrid remake was made with Madonna but it could be fun just to see her kissing feet. Great Catherine sounds very naughty with Peter O'Toole being forced to kiss the princess's foot and having his bare chest rubbed with her feet. And then there is perhaps the best foot film of all, without really trying too hard, The Big Lebowski. That film is a classic on so many levels.

Here is the list. I will write reviews for each film and delve into the foot-related scenes with great depth. I'll just go with the flow and see how this develops and what other issues and topics it could bring up. This is a very good start. There are certainly other films out there and some where the foot reference might be more subtle or obscure. There's one western I'm am trying to recall where the young woman is barefoot and she steps on the boots of her man to kiss him and the camera lingers on her feet. That sort of thing I think is worth exploring too. But let's see how things go. But, while still on the subject of film feet on the periphery, I'd have to say that The Thief of Bagdad, 1940, has quite a lot of barefeet to the point of being sensual. And maybe Some Like It Hot would fall under the peripheral category but when you've got Marilyn Monroe's feet coming into contact with Jack Lemmon's face, I think you've definitely crossed the line, don't you?

1. The Merry Widow 1925
2. Some Like It Hot 1959
3. The Diary of a Chambermaid 1964
4. Great Catherine 1968
5. Swept Away 1975
6. The Coca-Cola Kid 1985
7. Sid & Nancy 1986
8. The Last Emperor 1987
9. Bull Durham 1988
10. New York Stories 1989
11. War of the Roses 1989
12. Mermaids 1990
13. Malcom X 1992
14. Boomerang 1992
15. From Dusk till Dawn 1996
16. Lolita 1997
17. The Big Lebowski 1998
18. The Polish Wedding 1998
19. Babette's Feet 1999
20. Charlie's Angels 2000
21. Here on Earth 2000
22. Road Trip 2000
23. Miranda 2002
24. Kill Bill 2003
25. In the Cut 2003
26. Rumor Has It 2005
27. King's Ransom 2005
28. Shortbus 2006
29. Tenacious D 2006

2006-12-21T16:48:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Goes For Beauty

I love the Glamour website where I found this and was immediately inspired. The editors for the beauty blog were proudly proclaiming their collective foot fetish! And what a great little contraption they found at Brookstone, some wild mechanical masseuse. Anyway, I love Glamour and I'd love to write for them someday!

2006-12-21T15:47:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl Flip Flops Some More with Films

Still thinking about movies with any form of footsie theme going on. I recall a few comedies but can't quite place them. I'm pretty sure that War of the Roses has a scene where Danny DeVito is in a boardroom and this girl wants to give him a foot job and he gets angry and says something like, "I haven't been into feet in years." Or am I hallucinating?

There's another movie which I'm totally blanking out on and it definitely does not have Danny DeVito in it. No, it's some character actor, a tall bald guy, and he is so enthralled with this pretty young woman that he abruptly goes down and kneels by her feet, slips off her heels, and started sucking away at her toes. The girl, I think, is a well-known actress, somebody like Kelly McGillis but not her. It's driving me nuts. Does that ring a bell for anyone? Probably early '90s. What is so strange about this is that I happen to have been at a family gathering and the television was on and it was this comedy and then, out of the blue, you have this toe-sucking scene while you have a house full of mixed company. No one really noticed or seemed to care. Maybe they didn't want to notice. I feel pretty jaded but that got my attention. I don't think it really registered with everyone in the house. I suppose that was so strange that I nearly blocked it all out of my memory but now I would like to know what movie that is!

2006-12-20T16:28:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Ten Best Lists: First Attempt at Film

Feet, Foot Fetishes, Flip Flops, Film. It all makes sense in the end, doesn't it? OK, your favorite Flip Flop Girl is working hard to put together a series of lists. We're going to tackle film at the moment. I'm going to keep this simple and at a rough draft, no pressure stage. I want to be able to at least name ten films right now that include some form of foot love, be it daring or subtle:

1. The Last Emperor Remember this one? I'll have to go back and date all this properly. 1985?
Steven Spielberg. One truly amazing toe-sucking scene, very decadent, between two women.
2. The Coca-Cola Kid Greta Scacci sucks on the big toe of Eric Roberts. This, btw, is probably Eric's shining moment. What happened to him?
3. From Dusk til Dawn Very blatant, very hipster scene: Tarantino sucks on Salma's toes while she's on stage in the middle of a hot performance!
4. Kill Bill The first Kill Bill, I think. Uma's toes!
5. In the Cut 2003 Michael Nuccio sucks on Meg Ryan's toes! Meg, who knew?!
6. Oh God, I'm drawing a blank. There's a couple of comedies.
7. That other comedy
8. Foreign Film goes here
9. Probably another foreign film goes here
10. Sid & Nancy Sorry guys, that's the best I can do at the moment. But I've been wanting to post something, anything to get the ball rolling!!

Don't even ask me to start on my top ten books lists! Although, I will tell you that a very interesting reference sticks in my mind in Stendahl's The Red and The Black.

2006-12-15T17:39:00.000-08:00

Flip Flops and Howard Hughes

I was walking around, on my way to brunch, when I spotted this boy in flip flops. Cool. But then he did the most annoying thing. He was at a crosswalk and he needed to push for the light to change. Instead of just using his hand, he lifted up his leg and used his foot to press down on the button. Not sexy. Not cool. But people do this ALL the time!

Why did he lift his leg and use his foot where his hand was supposed to go? Because he was afraid of germs. Have you noticed this? People do this so often, especially young people. When did it become socially-acceptable to do this? It does look kinda weird but people do it very nonchalantly: raise leg, give button a tap or a stomp. It's gross. And it's so common that people assume that's the way to go. I know that, when I'm at one of these crosswalks, I do hesitate but end up using my hand, usually a thumb.

We have celebrity germaphobes like Kelly Ripa and Howey Mandel and all these anti-bacterial products and scare stories in the media about germs. So, it seems okay to be weird this way. I'd say this whole germ phobia thing has definitely spilled over to all of society. Notice how we're all that much more careful about touching doorknobs, especially going into a public restroom? We'll take a paper towel and use that to touch the door on the way out. Wastebaskets are now located next to these doors just for this purpose. I say there's no turning back on this one, it's part of us. Just like our collective impulse to be a bit over-sexed and prone to such wild delights as toe-sucking. So, I ask you, how can a person afraid of germs still engage in such close and intimate contact with feet that you don't know where they've been walking on? That's a good question.

I think poor Howard Hughes was way ahead of his time regarding this whole germ phobia thing. If only he had been alive in a more enlightened time, such as ours supposedly is, he probably could have functioned well enough in society: taken the right medication, continued to manage his affairs, even appeared on talk shows. It was the stigma of his obsessive compulsive disorder that drove him into hiding. For a man of such extremes, he probably could have indulged in foot sex and balanced his need to remain clean. I could see that. Who knows. I know I'm free-associating quite a bit here. So, what's my point? Well, as more and more information is available and as more things that were once stigmas or taboos join the mainsteam, it's up to us to figure out how to make the most sense out of it all.

2006-12-13T15:08:00.000-08:00

Voyeur Nation

Flip flops, voyeurs, and me. Funny how I came across this after just posting about Marilyn Monroe and today's version of the raised skirt, best expressed by Britney Spears but also well delivered by any hottie. What I like about this site is that, as it claims, it is "guilt-free voyeurism." Apparently, the girls are asked in advance for permission to be in a video. Some of the these videos capture quite a bit of apprehension from the subjects while others are more carefree and still others appear to be born to perform. The site is called I Do Nothing All Day which gives off a little stalker vibe without the fangs. It seems harmless enough. So, it promotes being a passive mediocre observer, which is what we all lean towards, right? I don't know what a more assertive version of this would be like that would work as well. Such a version would probably look more like a vapid fraternity misogyny fest. How best to objectify us women? Passive or Aggresive or Passive-Agressive, etc? I Do Nothing All Day may be on the right track. It has a certain style and look that shows us where we are today.

2006-12-12T17:27:00.000-08:00

Britney Spears and Flip Flops and Fresh Starts

Hello, world, it's the Flip Flop Girl sharing more of her world with you.

I will end up talking about flips flops, a fresh start to my blog, and even fit Britney Spears into the mix.

So, you'll have to tell me if you think this makes sense. I think the more risque and outspoken I've been, the more I attract boys than girls. Maybe the darker I've gotten, I've brought out the boys. And, when I've been lighter, I bring out the girls. My intention wasn't necessarily to titilate at the expense of everything else. I leave everything open. There are times I will end up exciting the reader but, for the most part, I welcome a communal spirit. I want to share my inner thoughts and feel that they are really getting out there. So far, I'd say the boys have been pretty good. I sense some lust from some of you, but I can't say that's bad. Is there too much a sense of propriety from the girls? I haven't heard from some of you in a long while. I don't want to be labeled anything. I do want to continue to speak my mind. And I do want to be taken seriously. I'm still new at this but I think I'm getting the knack of it and developing a unique view and style.

So, I want to keep mixing things up and keep picking away at the pop culture and the whole way we live our lives that brings us to a point, for instance, where we can accept so easily Britney Spears showing off her vagina in public. That, to me, is connected to my explorations. I am examining the fascination we have with flip flops and with feet, all tied up with our narcissistic/hedonistic/capitalistic selves. I want to think that many things sexual, as long as they're between consenting adults are good to bring out into the open among adults. I think a lot of things have been bubbling just below the surface. I'd go so far as to say that this latest Britney Spears incident is significant. It shows how far we've come in our desire to cross the naughty line. I just can't help but think of Marilyn Monroe in "The Seven Year Itch" and the incredibly famous iconic scene of her skirt being lifted up by the steam grating below. The public went crazy over that. We couldn't get enough of Marilyn Monroe and just to imply we might catch a glimpse of something more was enough to satisfy us. Now, we get the current goddess to the masses revealing everything and we still want more, more, more.

2006-12-10T16:13:00.000-08:00

Flip Flops and Nail Polish: Some More Thoughts

"T" was wondering what I might think of the color Bronze, particularly on his toes. Well, I think that color makes sense. Yeah, I could get turned on by that. I'd say most of the guys I've been with haven't explored nail polish, only a few. I haven't found out yet if my current boyfriend is into it but I'm guessing he'd like it. I'll have to ask him. And, before I know it, he'll be sporting all sorts of colors on his toes! He would look good with bronze polish.

I was trying to remember who is was that came up with her own line of nail polish all because she wanted to match the color of her pair of light blue flip flops and so I did a quick search and here it is. Hard Candy nail polish, such a cute name. And then she went on to create a line for men, Candy Man, also very cute, very provocative.

2006-12-09T16:22:00.000-08:00

Does Britney have a Foot Fetish?

Well, I'll let you be the judge. Some people think this is a fake and I would agree. You can see where the video edit jumps in. But I really could see Brit having a foot fetish. It wouldn't surprise me. She has the feet for it. And this girl loves her feet. Remember her tattoo on her toe? And when she was on the Tonight Show, she spent most of her time talking about her feet and even showed them off to Jay Leno. Hmm, I guess maybe that's the video we should be watching for proof of a foot fetish.

Anyway, she is going through a lot right now and not looking her best but this girl is a superstar and she'll, well, land on her pretty feet soon enough.

Britney Spears certainly knows how to wear flip flops. She is definitely one hot flip flop girl. And she loves to go barefoot too. She's a very sensual person. I'd like to think she's also a smart person. I think she can become easily overwhelmed by all the trappings of celebrity but there's still time for her to grow and mature. I'm happy for her now that she has her freedom. Poor K-Fed, or Fed-Ex, just wasn't her soulmate. For now, Britney, just live it up with flip flops and some Red Bull and try to spend less time with Paris Hilton.

2006-12-08T16:50:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Lifestyle: Of Pastels, Mix and Match, Fashion

So, I will end out this week with another look at nail polish. Okay, so we were talking a bit about pastels. Love them. They do have their place on my toes. A good time to get those pastels out, I think, is when you're in the mood for a summer dress, something very soft and gentle. It might be nice to mix and match colors and tones. Say, put a peach polish on your toes and offset that with a bold orange flip flop. Or how about a powder puff blue sitting on a dark Old Navy flip flop? Hmmm, color matches: I could easily go with a red polish on a black flip flop. Or a dark blue polish on a light blue flip flop.

Yeah, this could get interesting. What color comes up the most, would you think, on the runway? My guess is red. Maybe black. Or do the girls wear whatever? I think there's only one color that they wouldn't just happen to wear and not think about and that is White. You just don't wear that color. It wears you. I don't think I am really into White. But, then again, I am a big fan of the French Pedicure. I think that's just the right amount of White. That white on the very tips of the toes is tres chic!

Green. I just thought it. Isn't that a color up there with White that you really don't want to wear? Well, depends. It is a refreshing alternative. You know, I saw this guy walking around with green nail polish on his toes and it looked great. It really did. Every now and then, I'll see a guy with polish, sometimes the hands--more often the feet. Often black. But sometimes blue or green. And I didn't give much thought to whether the guy was gay or straight. In fact, I think a lot of straight guys are getting into the nail polish thing. Very fashionable, don't you think? Just a theory: guys, whether gay or straight, tend towards the more masculine and/or neutral colors. It just seems that pink on a guy is overkill but, if you're really up for it, go for it!

2006-12-07T15:42:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Lifestyle: More Thoughts on Nail Polish.

Jay's recent kind post made me think more about nail polish. He is right that the soft colors are very gentle and compliment a girl's feet. If you have a foot fetish or if you love flip flops, whatever, there's always more you can say about the subject of nail polish. Let's see, I just had a mocha and feel inspired. What can I say, I love pastels too but I think the light colors don't always work well. Say you have a nice tan, all the way down to your toes, how could you not want a bold color to set it off?

I was just thinking about wearing nail polish and nothing else. That is, of course, very very sexy. You know, it makes me feel all the more naked dancing around with red nail polish on my hands and feet. Oh, you know what, purple would be killer too. Purple. How could I neglect that royal color. It would have to be a deep purple too. I just thought of it. I have the New York Times Fashion supplement laying around and on the cover is Penelope Cruz with purple nail polish. Now, she is a girl who can really work it. So, for being totally naked, maybe deep purple is now looking like my best bet at the moment.

2006-12-04T09:07:00.000-08:00

Flip Flop Girl's Lifestyle: Nail Polish, something to add to your Flip Flops

Flips Flops are my passion and everything else connected to them. For instance, nail polish. One of the sexiest ways to wear flip flops is totally bare, no polish at all. This is true. But even sexier is to add that extra color to the flip flop.

So, some initial thoughts on nail polish. Red is the most popular for obvious reasons: it signifies sex and it shows off your toes. If you're going to go to the trouble of going to a spa, most times you end up going red. Not a bad choice since there seems to be an endless variety of reds out there from brick red (a personal favorite) to candy apple red (another favorite) to perhaps a more demure rose red (okay, I love them all.) There are also the other colors than stand in for red's showy quality which are the darker blues, silver, and, of course, black, which is in a whole other sexy universe to itself.

If not red, you will see us daring girls sporting a navy blue or darker. Red and Blue are primary colors and they are demanding attention. The only other primary color, Yellow, certainly demands attention but it's just not as popular since it is harsh in ways that are not easy to deal with. I will use it now and then but you're basically calling attention to yourself and not much more. Anyway, back to Blue. I love that color too. Very refreshing and sexy and seems to have all the qualities of red but holds back a little. Light blue is perhaps too cool. I love it all the same but I use it more as a surprise alternative to mix things up. In the same way I would use lighter colors. Light colors are wonderful in a totally different way with the exception of Pink. Pink is a whole other story. It is so sexy that it is not just a light color but the only truly dominant light color. But I digress.

In recent years, Silver has seemed to be the new Red. Have you noticed that? We seemed to know that Red was always going to be around and we just wanted to see if we could push the envelope. There have been a lot, perhaps too many, metallics and I just don't see those as working all that well. The same with glittery polish. You really want something that is a solid coat of sexy paint and Silver does it very well. Gold not so much because it is over the top. It's those darker blunt colors that look most alluring and simply, from a purely aesthetic point of view, look best on the feet, and hands too. Yes, the color Silver is simple elegance that goes well with just about any outfit and skin tone.

Then there is Black which shares the extreme quality of Red and the Bad Girl vibe. Total Bad Girl! It is, without a doubt, the color of the rebel. It is the color of the fashionista. It is the color of the bohemian and the artist. The color that is worn with confidence. It actually goes well with most outfits and skin tones but in a loud and bold way that you can't avoid. No, you must embrace the Loud Black. It is agressive. It is actually the only color that a boy would not think twice about using on his own nails! Something very basic about black. Instant goth, right? Well, it won't work if you're not up for it.

Whatever your outfit, whatever flip flops you like to wear, whatever your skin tone, you can't go wrong with the basics: red, blue, silver, black, and also pink.

2006-12-03T16:21:00.000-08:00

Kate has a Foot Fetish

Or so they say. She is definitely into her Jimmy Choo's. That is an uplifting thought. Kate is a pair of very elegant shoes. Not just pumps. Jimmy does flip flops too selling at $300 a pop. And I don't own a pair! I am going to hint to my new beau that he get me some. He's a student but he's not a poor student. And I don't necessarily want flip flops for Christmas. Pumps would be great. But decadently expensive flip flops do have a great appeal.

2006-11-29T15:41:00.000-08:00

Feet, Flip Flops, Boys, and Glass

I like this. I just found it at lifeevents.org:

Physically, the benefits of walking and laying on glass include relaxation and stimulation. This stimulations effects blood circulation and allows for the creation and repair of capillaries. By helping with blood circulation, broken glass can heal heart related ailments, kidney problems, nervous system ailments and paralysis.

Walking on the glass is like having reflexology performed on your feet and directly effect organs within the body. You cannot massage the internal organs of your body, put you can activate their associated energy lines (meridians) by manipulating the external body. The deeper the glass penetrates, the more stimulation you receive.

Hmmm, that sounds very right to me. I am one of those people that demands a lot of stimulation. I am a creative person. And I am a smart person. And I am a very horny person. The stimulation to my feet is feeding my whole body, mind, and soul. How beautiful. I think that makes a lot of sense. Sometimes I can't control myself and I need to stick my toes in my mouth. I think understand that better now. It seems excessive but maybe I just need that. And I wear flip flops all the time, as much as I can. And I am attracted to the boys that want to worship my feet. Yes, it does make sense. I'm just built this way and I need to enjoy it and celebrate it. I'm not some weirdo, at least not in a negative way. And I know so many of you out there are like me! I know it. Is it all the craziness out there that intensifies these feelings? Maybe so. That's something I'd like to hear more about from all of you.

And should I talk to the boy I'm sleeping with about all this? As I am demonstrating by this blog, I like to do it and I like to talk about it too. This is the thing, I don't need his comments, especially when it can mess things up. I just need what I have right now. I've messed it up before and I'm glad I did. This time around, I just want to keep what I have and play. Time enough to switch things around.

2006-11-28T17:05:00.001-08:00

The Flip Flop Girl Manifesto

This charming young lad says he returns to my blog for the thrill of checking up on a hot babe with beautiful feet. I am totally flattered! But I do want to dazzle him and all of my readers with beautiful writing too. I am approaching my theme of flip flops from all aspects: from pop culture to sex and everything in between. I'm discussing my love life. I'm trying to understand our collective mind and how we cultivate and embrace our desires and fantasies. Along the way, I also talk about whatever else is on my mind. In this way, I hope to give you a pretty clear picture of what is going on today through the eyes of a girl influenced by western capitalism and hedonism. I wish to understand through your eyes and through your voice so I continue to welcome your feedback.

I think this will be a never-ending source of information and entertainment. How did I get where I am today? A young woman so sexually-charged, so narcissistic? I keep asking this while also knowing I am far from alone. I look at the boy sleeping in my bed. The salt from my toes still on his hot mouth. How did I become such a hot little nympho? I like it. I love it. It turns be on! But I want to exercise some self-control. Don't I? Maybe I already do. I just want to understand or articulate this better. It's taking me some time and I'm in no rush. I want to savor all of it. Come to think of it, I can still taste the salt off his toes. It's rare, I think, for a girl to like to recieve and give toe-sucking. You see it on video. But I'm talking about in reality. I feel like I'm entering new territory. I feel like I want to talk to more people about it. Why can't I just talk to this boy about it? He's suppose to be my boyfriend, I guess. He's been sleeping in my bed. Maybe I just see him as my lover at the moment. He might not be someone you really talk to on a deep level. Or, if I feel like there's nothing to lose, I'll start actually having a conversation with him. Don't want to mess up the sex though. Deep down I already have all the answers. I'm just in the process of organizing my thoughts. I'm a very curious girl.

2006-11-27T21:35:00.000-08:00

Cold and Wet Toes in Seattle

Well, the weather has remained very wet lately. Looks like we're going for a record. And, now that's it's cold enough, we have a bit of snow. Not very much, mind you, but enough to wreak havoc on very pleasant and low-key Seattle. We are never ready for snow in this town. We are total foot freaks and run around in flip flops, with our lattes, very well but we can't seem to handle snow very well. We do ski very well but we don't want the snow to interfere with the rest of our lives. And, on top of all that, to add to the mayhem, some of us still wear flip flops. I swear to you that I've spotted a few girls and boys still wearing flip flops in this icy weather. It's too much even for The Flip Flop Girl to handle. The few people I've spotted weren't just going over to check the mail. They were out and about shopping or some such thing. Push comes to shove, I would join them but even I have some common sense!

2006-11-15T15:49:00.000-08:00

So, yeah, I'm having a bit of fun with the new boy in my life. When I go clubbing, I tend to go out during the week to avoid the onslaught of humanity. Sure, I go out on weekends too but I think I find more interesting guys during the week. You just don't know who is going out on a school night, right? Students? Well, funny I should say that because this boy is a student. He goes to UW and he's studying law. He has a bit of an arrogant bad boy thing going on. Anyway, he is one of those all too typical agressive types but sometimes a girl wants it in a bad way. For him, footplay was foreplay and he wasted no time in getting my foot into his mouth. I'm telling you girls, it's become like a sport for these guys. For my freaky self, it was an instant wet turn on. I'm just built that way. Maybe he didn't care if his abrupt toe-sucking went well or not with me: it was worth a try. It did seem that way. Like it was all for the sake of the thrill. But isn't casual sex all about creating some delicious chaos in your life? Yeah, yeah, I'm just saying, and experiencing firsthand, that footplay is part of the new chaos. I thought that making out was first base. Now, it's taken an extreme turn to sucking on my toes. I'm not complaining exactly. But maybe a more demure girl would have felt sort of violated, you know? And when will I find the boy who can do more than try to shock me. Where does he go from here? It wasn't a one-nighter. We are seeing each other for now. But who knows what will happen next. OK, those are my first really balanced thoughts, maybe my last thoughts, on the new boy, for now. I will try to be a good girl and write more.

I found the above photo at a wonderful blog from Paris.
I love the big toe, don't you?

2006-11-14T22:46:00.000-08:00

I've been a bad girl.

Oh, not like that. What were you thinking? I was just thinking that I'd been a bad girl for not posting anything in the last few days. Well, I'll post whenever I like and I have a feeling I'll be picking up the pace soon. I think that will happen because I actually have been a bad girl and it's in the way you're thinking right now. Yes, I got another boy in the sack. I think I need a little more time to process this one. Just wanted to let you all know that The Flip Flop Girl is doing alright right now. And he loves to play with my feet. Well, no surprise there, right? How freaky is he? Actually, he seems to have a healthy freak factor. More later!

2006-11-08T12:12:00.000-08:00

Payback Politics

Oh, I can't resist posting one last thing on this subject for now. Brian Ross of ABC News presents a wonderful feature that lays out much of what the Democrats hope to accomplish soon. Calling it "Payback" is definitely provocative, it sells, but the actual story does have substance. Democrats are in a postion to do a lot of good for the United States.

2006-11-08T11:56:00.000-08:00

Politics can sometimes be a lot more than just Politics.

I must say I am still surprised that Rummy resigned because Bush and the Bushies were adamant that he would stay on to the bitter end! I say this is very significant and that quite a lot more lies ahead. The Democrats have been known for a lot of things and, at their best, they are the party of the people. Today and, in the years ahead, they can become known as the party that led us back on track as a nation.

2006-11-08T11:32:00.000-08:00

No More Rummy! Hooray!
Well, well, well! The results from the election are already in play as Rummy the Killer is out of here! Did he fear that the new Democrat majority would lead to investigations about his performance? Yes. Will we really change course in Iraq? Yes.
Sorry, Rummy

Indeed, this election is a significant change for the Democrats. An advantage of 32 House seats!

2006-11-08T10:48:00.000-08:00

And the Democrats Gain Ground

While most of my friends are chatting about Britney Spears finally divorcing Freddy the Free-loader, I do want to comment on the mid-term elections. Compared to Britney Spears, the mid-term elections are quite dull. And that is my point for today. To compensate, the media is always attempting to turn everything into a candy-colored circus. So, the media does it's best to turn politics sexy by turning it into a horse race, or worse, a personality contest. That's why you heard so much about the so-called "Kerry blunder." If less attention had been paid to that fluff, perhaps the Democrats would have made a more significant win. As the majority party in the House, they will take the lead in important house committees. They didn't take the Senate. So, we don't have impeachment proceedings to look forward to!

When in doubt, look to the Brits for some very cool-headed coverage of American politics.