Well, we have one set of trolls who complain if there are no errors of spelling or grammar, just strange word combinations, and then there’s another set of trolls who complain when there are just errors of spelling or grammar. Then we have some trolls who never think anything is Engrish, or that anything is funny. I have proposed, repeatedly, a simple rule that removes the necessity for such fine distinctions: If it LOLZ, it ROLLZ!
No. Engrish is wording in English that lost all its meaning, or took on new meaning, in translation from its original eastern language. Usually caused by folks relying on automated translation applications.
So bad spelling, or grammar, or the creation of a (probably unwitting) double entendre, or even sometimes something a native speaker “just wouldn’t say” are all potentially Engrish.
I do hope you’re not into body building. I don’t find excessively muscled people of either sex aesthetically pleasing. However, show me a female body with the kind of musculature that comes from serious dancing or regular sporting activity, and you could see my *muscle* develop.
It bothers me that women are under such pressure to fit a cultural standard, and a very narrow cultural standard at that. Even if it’s possible to meet that standard at one time in ones’ life, things may change. Women in particular must meet expectations of appearance, if that test is not passed; everything else is discounted.
We are training ourselves to be this way more and more.
I was eavesdropping in an airport once listening to two men sitting behind analyzing the appearance of actresses as though they were discriminating connoisseurs and the women were livestock at the fair. When I turned to look at them, I found they were out of shape slobs that had been on their ass all their lives. I held my tongue with both hands.
Bodies belong to the people inhabiting them. We are free to enjoy, but not judge.
I’ve long since stopped worrying about getting any aspect of myself ‘up’ to anyone else’s standard – they’re just going to have to drag themselves down to my level.
She is very strong and physically fit for her age. I would like to see each of us try to do what she just did. It might even be funny to watch us struggle to get to the roof.
Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem with strong women. My first wife was very athletic and we often engaged in athletic competitions against each other. I basically had the advantage in any sport involving bursts of speed or raw power (I had a foot of height and 80 pounds over her, and was in good shape), but she could kick my behind in any really long endurance contest. If we bicycled 75 miles, she could have easily left me behind any time after about midway into the ride. But I do not find overly muscled women of the type seen in body-building contests attractive; neither do I see why women would find such muscle-bound men attractive, but that’s not my call. When I was taking karate, there was a 12-year-old 96-pound female brown belt in the class who literally kicked my butt any time I sparred with her. I was not at all reluctant to spar with her, though, because I respected her skills and her quickness, and knew there were things I could learn from her.
I also agree that women in Western culture are under intense pressure to look good, and few women I have known actually feel good about their appearance, even when they look quite attractive to me, and that’s a shame. Men are not under the same kind of pressure in that area. However, I think that in our society, men are judged very much according to how much money they have. If someone says, “He’s a successful —— (whatever),” what do you think that means? Almost inevitably, it means he’s got a lot of money. When I was a divorced doctoral student, I was tall, very fit, reasonably attractive, bright, a decent guitar player and singer, and could cook a woman a fine dinner (Mexican, Italian, Chinese, American, or ethnic East European, her choice) before serenading her with romantic ballads, but yet I had lots of trouble getting dates, because I drove an old beat-up truck, and I couldn’t afford to take women out to expensive restaurants and such. My point is that sexism is not the oppression of men by women; it is the oppression of men and women by a system and a heritage that confines both genders into stereotyped roles.
For what it’s worth, what is important to me is how the other person makes me feel. Do I like being with them? I can truthfully say money and appearance doesn’t seem to have anything to do with it.
Yet I am positive that I am judged on the criteria of appearance and income. Which is another reason to love the internet… I could get another avatar and become gender-neutral again. Damn your eyes, DNT!!
I hope you’re not blaming me because I figured out that you are female. I’m sure anyone who was paying attention would have reached the same conclusion.
I hope I haven’t been coming across as unduly judgemental here. I have no fixed standards of “perfection” in women; I pretty much agree with what you said in your first paragraph. There are limits, though, especially when people go to great lengths to take their bodies way outside the range of “normal”. Those few women who had plastic surgery to look like Barbie don’t interest me much, either.
FWIW, my personal preference in a woman is a pleasant-natured redhead, but that doesn’t mean I reject others.
Yes, I relaxed and got careless, no problem!
Some of the scarification, implants and extreme tattoos are disturbing to me, I get the impression that is the desired response; and I don’t understand that either. Seems like a lot of trouble…
I like being part of bluejade. Blessed anonymity! I don’t even have to have the burden of my own personality! I’m freeee!!
I don’t think I’d really have much trouble getting to the roof – it would be the bit where I would then remain clinging on and howling pitifully for someone to get me down again that would be the problem.
Unless they decide that I’m distressed native fauna, in which case a hairy bloke called Peter the Possum Man will come along, poke me with a stick until I fall down and catch me in a hessian sack. That’d be just my luck.
We Engrishers like to escape reality and live in this imaginary world where we eat curry egg horse shoe crap for breakfast. However, we also don’t pretend to ignore our physical capacity. Quite a few have expressed that they need to lose a few pounds. If that’s where we are, I don’t think we are getting up that roof unless it’s with a ladder.
I love this site, but I find the heading of this image to be inappropriate. The comment reads that the figures on the sign do not look like ladies to him. Yet, having worked closely with several very strong female trainers, they do. Notice the breasts on the one figure in side silhouette, and the female haircuts in several of the figures. The only thing that could be deemed as “unfeminine” would be the muscular bodies, but the trained eye can find extreme feminine beauty very strong women. They still retain the essential curves along the hips, stomach and thighs, while packing the strength to use it.
So the only reason the poster would find the sign to be inaccurate would be if he were considering a stereotyped woman, one whose frame is so feeble as to barely be able to support her unreasonably large breasts. So blueJade, fret not. Some of us men out here appreciate “real wimmen.”
I saw a special on the backstage events at a women’s body building competition. The steroids, diet, and weights regimen had flattened an entrant’s breasts to where she needed implants, gave her amenorrhea and possible sterility, and a voice like David Spade.
Any female bodybuilder who has any lady-chest has implants. It’s a sad reality of female body fat that, when you lose weight, the very first place it disappears from is one’s bust, and the very last places it disappears from is one’s thighs and backside. The other things it does to their bodies, dear grud, the other things it does – some time ago I was a member of a gym that had some of these ladeez training there, and the things you saw in the showers even when you tried desperately hard not to look… (I was actually asked by one of the trainers if I’d be interested in training up as a Physique girl, and I left shortly after that in case it was contagious.)
engrish
the ad on the top right corner of this page, for me, shows a hot woman in a sexy dress! w00t
the website is triple W dot ShopPlasticland dot com
Jerk Off Material yo
I fail to really understand why you’re making such comments for this one…
To spam for another web site.
SPAM!
Tastes like chicken. *licks lips*
For me, it looked like a donkey…what kind of ladies are you into?
Was she showing her a$$?
I do enjoy a good Swana after my fittness.
100% NOT Engrish.
…Isn’t that what Engrish is most of the time? Bad spelling and grammar.
Well, we have one set of trolls who complain if there are no errors of spelling or grammar, just strange word combinations, and then there’s another set of trolls who complain when there are just errors of spelling or grammar. Then we have some trolls who never think anything is Engrish, or that anything is funny. I have proposed, repeatedly, a simple rule that removes the necessity for such fine distinctions: If it LOLZ, it ROLLZ!
No. Engrish is wording in English that lost all its meaning, or took on new meaning, in translation from its original eastern language. Usually caused by folks relying on automated translation applications.
So bad spelling, or grammar, or the creation of a (probably unwitting) double entendre, or even sometimes something a native speaker “just wouldn’t say” are all potentially Engrish.
*agreed* I so have believed to do with paws4thot, funny he is such person. Jokes he make i laugh,
just bad spelling.
Yes, you are right. You’re supposed to start sentences with a capital letter.
nO. you are noT! you liE!
Waay down upon da’ Swana River…
Far, far, away!!!!
Which is where I like to keep overly muscular women.
♪That’s where my stomach’s turning over,
That’s where the amazons play.♪
^ You wimps have a problem with us real wimmen? Hmm?
I do hope you’re not into body building. I don’t find excessively muscled people of either sex aesthetically pleasing. However, show me a female body with the kind of musculature that comes from serious dancing or regular sporting activity, and you could see my *muscle* develop.
It bothers me that women are under such pressure to fit a cultural standard, and a very narrow cultural standard at that. Even if it’s possible to meet that standard at one time in ones’ life, things may change. Women in particular must meet expectations of appearance, if that test is not passed; everything else is discounted.
We are training ourselves to be this way more and more.
I was eavesdropping in an airport once listening to two men sitting behind analyzing the appearance of actresses as though they were discriminating connoisseurs and the women were livestock at the fair. When I turned to look at them, I found they were out of shape slobs that had been on their ass all their lives. I held my tongue with both hands.
Bodies belong to the people inhabiting them. We are free to enjoy, but not judge.
I’ve long since stopped worrying about getting any aspect of myself ‘up’ to anyone else’s standard – they’re just going to have to drag themselves down to my level.
Here’s what I would like to do!!
That was cool!
She is very strong and physically fit for her age. I would like to see each of us try to do what she just did. It might even be funny to watch us struggle to get to the roof.
Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem with strong women. My first wife was very athletic and we often engaged in athletic competitions against each other. I basically had the advantage in any sport involving bursts of speed or raw power (I had a foot of height and 80 pounds over her, and was in good shape), but she could kick my behind in any really long endurance contest. If we bicycled 75 miles, she could have easily left me behind any time after about midway into the ride. But I do not find overly muscled women of the type seen in body-building contests attractive; neither do I see why women would find such muscle-bound men attractive, but that’s not my call. When I was taking karate, there was a 12-year-old 96-pound female brown belt in the class who literally kicked my butt any time I sparred with her. I was not at all reluctant to spar with her, though, because I respected her skills and her quickness, and knew there were things I could learn from her.
I also agree that women in Western culture are under intense pressure to look good, and few women I have known actually feel good about their appearance, even when they look quite attractive to me, and that’s a shame. Men are not under the same kind of pressure in that area. However, I think that in our society, men are judged very much according to how much money they have. If someone says, “He’s a successful —— (whatever),” what do you think that means? Almost inevitably, it means he’s got a lot of money. When I was a divorced doctoral student, I was tall, very fit, reasonably attractive, bright, a decent guitar player and singer, and could cook a woman a fine dinner (Mexican, Italian, Chinese, American, or ethnic East European, her choice) before serenading her with romantic ballads, but yet I had lots of trouble getting dates, because I drove an old beat-up truck, and I couldn’t afford to take women out to expensive restaurants and such. My point is that sexism is not the oppression of men by women; it is the oppression of men and women by a system and a heritage that confines both genders into stereotyped roles.
For what it’s worth, what is important to me is how the other person makes me feel. Do I like being with them? I can truthfully say money and appearance doesn’t seem to have anything to do with it.
Yet I am positive that I am judged on the criteria of appearance and income. Which is another reason to love the internet… I could get another avatar and become gender-neutral again. Damn your eyes, DNT!!
I hope you’re not blaming me because I figured out that you are female. I’m sure anyone who was paying attention would have reached the same conclusion.
I hope I haven’t been coming across as unduly judgemental here. I have no fixed standards of “perfection” in women; I pretty much agree with what you said in your first paragraph. There are limits, though, especially when people go to great lengths to take their bodies way outside the range of “normal”. Those few women who had plastic surgery to look like Barbie don’t interest me much, either.
FWIW, my personal preference in a woman is a pleasant-natured redhead, but that doesn’t mean I reject others.
Yes, I relaxed and got careless, no problem!
Some of the scarification, implants and extreme tattoos are disturbing to me, I get the impression that is the desired response; and I don’t understand that either. Seems like a lot of trouble…
I like being part of bluejade. Blessed anonymity! I don’t even have to have the burden of my own personality! I’m freeee!!
I don’t think I’d really have much trouble getting to the roof – it would be the bit where I would then remain clinging on and howling pitifully for someone to get me down again that would be the problem.
In the states, we call the Fire Department, which is composed primarily of quite buff, agreeable young men with short haircuts.
Unless they decide that I’m distressed native fauna, in which case a hairy bloke called Peter the Possum Man will come along, poke me with a stick until I fall down and catch me in a hessian sack. That’d be just my luck.
Really??
If any of us were to struggle getting on to that roof, then it’s time for a serious evaluation of our lives.
We Engrishers like to escape reality and live in this imaginary world where we eat curry egg horse shoe crap for breakfast. However, we also don’t pretend to ignore our physical capacity. Quite a few have expressed that they need to lose a few pounds. If that’s where we are, I don’t think we are getting up that roof unless it’s with a ladder.
Make that an escalator.
I love this site, but I find the heading of this image to be inappropriate. The comment reads that the figures on the sign do not look like ladies to him. Yet, having worked closely with several very strong female trainers, they do. Notice the breasts on the one figure in side silhouette, and the female haircuts in several of the figures. The only thing that could be deemed as “unfeminine” would be the muscular bodies, but the trained eye can find extreme feminine beauty very strong women. They still retain the essential curves along the hips, stomach and thighs, while packing the strength to use it.
So the only reason the poster would find the sign to be inaccurate would be if he were considering a stereotyped woman, one whose frame is so feeble as to barely be able to support her unreasonably large breasts. So blueJade, fret not. Some of us men out here appreciate “real wimmen.”
Oh my god! My father has to see that comment. We live in the park the song was created in. He’ll crack up laughing!
You live in a park? Are you hobos or something?
Or a ranger, or caretaker, or just plain lucky.
Uhh, yes they do. The boobs on the green one are an excellent clue. Very muscular ladies obviously, there’s nothing wrong with that.
DO NOT WANT
Yes you swana, you know you do.
If “sauna” is spelled with a u, then a DOUBLE u must make it TWICE as good!
Hmh, might be a tough one to be there in 120-180 degrees Celsius, but sure, can try.
Also, original typesetter probably intended the first letter to be a clever combo of d and o, hence: dollies. What you say, likely?
…My… …Eyes… …Burning… …Weird… Muscular… Women…
Over-muscled women? I say: d o NOT!
Now we know where the East German Women’s Olympic team went after unification…
It’s a simple spelling error, people – it’s clearly in Scotland, and should say “Laddies’ Gym”. The Lassies’ Gym is just around the corner.
Oh, come on. Hasn’t whoever made this “fail” seen a female bodybuilder before? They may not look very ladylike, but they’re clearly women.
“Clearly” women? We’re not talking Figure or Fitness here; have YOU looked at women who compete in Physique classes recently?
I saw a special on the backstage events at a women’s body building competition. The steroids, diet, and weights regimen had flattened an entrant’s breasts to where she needed implants, gave her amenorrhea and possible sterility, and a voice like David Spade.
Any female bodybuilder who has any lady-chest has implants. It’s a sad reality of female body fat that, when you lose weight, the very first place it disappears from is one’s bust, and the very last places it disappears from is one’s thighs and backside. The other things it does to their bodies, dear grud, the other things it does – some time ago I was a member of a gym that had some of these ladeez training there, and the things you saw in the showers even when you tried desperately hard not to look… (I was actually asked by one of the trainers if I’d be interested in training up as a Physique girl, and I left shortly after that in case it was contagious.)
SWANA = Solid Waste Association of North America
Nite club for the trash lady!
Surprised no one commented that Ollie Williams quit Quahog 5 News and started a Swana and Fitness center.
“You gonna get pumped!”
umm does that “O” in “Ollies” look a little masculine to anyone else?
Nope, i think they didn’t have place for the P on the board, so they combined it , its really Pollies Gym for Ladies who wanna swana.
Ol lies
It would be great FOLLY to enter Ollie’s “Fittness” Center.
Who’s ollie?
The king of Vanuatu.
omg!! i have seen this before!!! Its down i Cancun Mexico!!! lol weird…
it says Fittness