{"id":3379,"date":"2009-10-26T22:12:03","date_gmt":"2009-10-27T06:12:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=3379"},"modified":"2009-10-26T22:13:19","modified_gmt":"2009-10-27T06:13:19","slug":"finally-the-cunt-ring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/finally-the-cunt-ring\/","title":{"rendered":"Finally, the Cunt Ring!"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n I wasn’t even looking for it, and boom<\/a>, there it was! Only $31, too.<\/p>\n All the stuff at The Alley Chicago<\/strong> reminds me of the gnarlitude girl<\/a>, who never tires of saying, “Fuckin RAD!” or “Look at my old man, fuck yeah!” I’m sure that in real life, she’s a very nice girl who doesn’t really love “opiates” even though she cites them in her category “What I’m Into.”<\/p>\n I came across the cunt ring while searching for stuff by Ineke Otte<\/strong>, a Dutch designer whose hideous jewelry is currently featured at ShopCurious<\/a>. Their merchandise is usually pretentious and overpriced, but normally it’s at least aesthetically pleasing. Here is Ineke Otte’s rat necklace:<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n WHY, ShopCurious?!? This is just crap! You can’t fool me by saying it’s an “avant garde piece.”<\/p>\n Obviously, I receive too many news letters from too many shopping sites. I don’t have the time or the will to look at most of them, but they are useful for reminding me of how shallow I used to be. Not that I’ve stopped being shallow, but I don’t pursue it any more. Now when I get dressed, I can honestly say that the shoes I wear are which ever ones my husband brings me when I whine, “Can you put on my shoes?”<\/p>\n The broken hip is a constant nuisance. I am really, really sick of it. But it has given me more compassion for my son, who is still learning to sit up in bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I wasn’t even looking for it, and boom, there it was! Only $31, too. All the stuff at The Alley Chicago reminds me of the gnarlitude girl, who never tires of saying, “Fuckin RAD!” or “Look at my old man, … Continue reading