Every time K-Lo writes about anything even tangentially related to sex, the phrase “mercy fuck” pops into my head. Then I have to go drink tequila until I feel better.

And no, I’m not volunteering. If anything, I think there would have to be some sort of lottery, which would surely end with the winner crying “It isn’t fair, it isn’t right.” And then K-Lo would be upon him.

K-Lo’s insanity on the subject of sex would be funny if it were not so tragic.

capthealy – just who do you hate enough to wish that on?

I’m confused. Why does she think that this column will make Blago want to fuck her? Does he like fat, contrary chicks or something?

My friends, that’s not the sort of lottery we can believe in.

There’s always going to be a guy desperate and/or inebriated enough to look at someone like K-Lo and think: “Perfect!” But I think she’d need to be pretty blitzed too, because K-Lo always struck me as someone who is terrified of sex. And not in the “nervous, blushing virgin” way, more like the “still believes those stories she heard from her friends back in 6th grade” way. Seriously, read anything she’s written on the subject and tell me she considers sex to be an appealing thing.

Also, I’d like to highlight this quote:

In 2005 the governor issued an executive order forcing all pharmacists in the state to fill prescriptions for the abortifacient morning after pill.

The morning after pill is not an abortifacient, fucknuts! I’m sure the website she was quoting is one of those groups that thinks condoms = abortion, but that doesn’t excuse scientific illiteracy. (OK, shouldn’t excuse scientific illiteracy)

“If anything, I think there would have to be some sort of lottery”

Didn’t they call that the draft?

Every time K-Lo writes about anything even tangentially related to sex, the phrase “mercy fuck” pops into my head.

Dude, take the word of someone who once tried to ‘turn’ Committed (male)Celibates — if K-Lo thinks like she writes, she doesn’t want to feel anything below the navel. Neither do Ben Shapiro, Ross Douthat, or any of their fellow Legion of SuperSexLess supporters. In fact, much of their resentment of us normal people comes from their confused belief that since they’ve managed to turn off their own ‘Bad Place’ nerve endings, we could do the same with our own vile urges, if we weren’t so spoiled & lazy & heretical & probably un-American. Saying “they just need to get laid” is like saying Christians “need to admit they’re deluded”… even if you really truly believe that logic is on your side, it’s more polite as well as more politic to go with “Here in America, everybody gets to choose for themselves how much sex and/or religion they want to practice.”

And no, I’m not volunteering. If anything, I think there would have to be some sort of lottery…

And it would look almost exactly like this.

Watch the first two minutes.

Anti-shock– picture is not of K-Lo’s womb.

Yes indeed. Right after mercy fuck, the notion that K-Lo has editor attached to her name is an insult to writing.
She may be qualified to be a fast food critic with the proviso that she is supervised by a grammarian.

I immediately thought of the saying that’s usually applied to Catholic clergy: if you don’t play the game, you don’t get to make the rules.

She’s a simple woman, is K-LO.

Thank god, at least he didn’t try to vaccinate our children against HPV, thus turning them all into filthy whores, sluts, and tramps.