Post: #76

(12-14-2012 08:05 PM)soup Wrote:  Kurt Cobain. Biggest rockstar of his time. This is what he had to show for it pussywise?

Another reason not to do heroin - you will bang Courtney Love - and kill yourself.

Post: #77

(12-14-2012 08:05 PM)soup Wrote:  Kurt Cobain. Biggest rockstar of his time. This is what he had to show for it pussywise?

Exactly. And to think, that ^^ is one of her best pictures. It gets worse without makeup. And she was a controlling, egomaniac bitch on top of that.



No wonder Kurt killed himself.

Post: #78

(12-14-2012 08:08 PM)Caligula Wrote:  Houston, check out this film, Human Traffic

I did a review for that horrible piece of shit in my Realistic Movies thread.
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Post: #79

For the last God-dammed time, kids, would you listen to one of your elders who went through the 70's?
It was a posse paradise if you had the right connections, lived in the right places and made the right kind of money. Everyone else had to pay $5 to go jack-off at the local pr<O>n theater. Or you could buy Hustler and look at all the nekkid bitches (while avoiding the racist cartoons. Funny how THAT never gets mentioned).
Yes the drinking age was much lower in some areas. Which meant you could have a chick barf on you at a dorm party.
Yes the feminist hordes were confined to grad studies. Likewise teh gey was confined to the big city discos.
And by the way, in case you haven't heard: Disco Sucked. Big time.
Most of the music you could listen to on the radio was godawful. Sheeeet, Emerson Lake and Palmer were considered cutting edge.
Want punk, new wave? Fine, just don't wear the uniform to the local shopping mall or risk getting the shit kicked out of you by thugs in Charlie Daniels Band t-shirts.
And meanwhile the price of oil skyrocketed like nothing you can imagine. People lining up for gas in 1979. While President Jimmie stoked his wood burning stove in the White House.
So, no it wasn't a lot of fun.
The fun was used up in the 60's and I missed out on it.

Post: #80

(12-14-2012 05:00 PM)kenny_powers Wrote:  They had a pass to basically fuck and kill anything that moves:

Behind the lines, by contrast, sex flourished in World War II. By one calculation, the average US soldier who served in Europe from D-Day through the end of the war had sex with 25 women. The peak was reached after the surrender of Germany in 1945. Condoms had to be rationed at four per man per month and medical officers considered this “entirely inadequate.” A 1945 US army survey “revealed that the level of promiscuity among the troops was far higher than officially admitted, and rates rose in direct proportion to the amount of time the men had spent overseas.” Over 80 percent of those who had been away over two years admitted to having regular sexual intercourse. In US-occupied Italy, three-quarters of US soldiers had intercourse with Italian women, on average once or twice a month. About three-quarters of these paid with cash and the rest with rationed food, or nothing. The survey showed that fewer than half the US soldiers used condoms.10

Source on this?

Personally I think it's incredibly narrow-minded to want to be a GI in WWII just to snag poon. The US lost 400k men in WWII. Italy was one of the worst theatres in particular for the US Army. If you were part of the action in Italy there it was a high chance you'd be among the six-figure causalities that got chewed up at Anzio and Monte Cassino. By germans who where far far outnumbered to boot.

Post: #81

(12-14-2012 10:13 PM)Vicious Wrote:  

(12-14-2012 05:00 PM)kenny_powers Wrote:  They had a pass to basically fuck and kill anything that moves:

Behind the lines, by contrast, sex flourished in World War II. By one calculation, the average US soldier who served in Europe from D-Day through the end of the war had sex with 25 women. The peak was reached after the surrender of Germany in 1945. Condoms had to be rationed at four per man per month and medical officers considered this “entirely inadequate.” A 1945 US army survey “revealed that the level of promiscuity among the troops was far higher than officially admitted, and rates rose in direct proportion to the amount of time the men had spent overseas.” Over 80 percent of those who had been away over two years admitted to having regular sexual intercourse. In US-occupied Italy, three-quarters of US soldiers had intercourse with Italian women, on average once or twice a month. About three-quarters of these paid with cash and the rest with rationed food, or nothing. The survey showed that fewer than half the US soldiers used condoms.10

Source on this?

Personally I think it's incredibly narrow-minded to want to be a GI in WWII just to snag poon. The US lost 400k men in WWII. Italy was one of the worst theatres in particular for the US Army. If you were part of the action in Italy there it was a high chance you'd be among the six-figure causalities that got chewed up at Anzio and Monte Cassino. By germans who where far far outnumbered to boot.

Nobody on this thread said anything about being in WWII to snag poon. If you read my original post I said:

"1940's to fight in WWII. When I was a little kid all those old guys in my family were badass."

It's a conversation about what American decade do we like the best. I think the guys from that generation were / are fucking awesome.

A few posters commented those guys probably got a lot of "action" (RVF is a poon board). In response I did a quick google search and I found what you copied above. Here is the source:
http://www.warandgender.com/wggensex.htm

Post: #82

So you are saying you'd just have liked to have been in the war, and survived. I guess that's a perfectly legit wish, but you might as well wish to be George Best or Neil Armstrong if we start getting specific like this.

Any real life soldiers on the board that would have wanted to be in WWII? Ali?

Post: #83

I was born in 1957. It was an incredible time in America, perhaps the country at its finest. WWII was ten years past and the economy was booming and manufacturing was at its height. The glorious jet age had just taken hold with the introduction of the 707 and DC8 opening up intercontinental air travel. If you were a blue collar working man, returned from the war in one piece, you could expect at least a high paying job at Ford or GM, a house, a couple of cars, perhaps a vacation cottage or a boat. The civil rights movement was gaining traction. Life was good.

I got to grow up in 60's and head off to college in the mid 70's. The music sucked balls until the new wave scene arrived and killed off the disco plague. (sorry, but hip hop may be remembered as the next plague) If you were a decent looking kid and played sports competantly (as any young man should) - there was a seemingly endless supply of pretty girls and the only thing separating them from the back seat of your parents car - was courage, liquid mostly. You learned all this on the street; stumbling, bumbling and embarrassing yourself. College was beyond fun, if sex was the measure - and especially fun if you were an athlete in a high profile sport as I was blessed/lucky to be. The gig was simple; go to a party on the weekend, meet girls/groupies and go have sex. Simple. No condoms, no stigma, no anger, no "manosphere", (no jaded men in their 20's - you got jaded in your 50's when your career didn't measure up). No internet and the social cancers it has spawned; online dating, facebook, twitter, etc. "Feminism" was great; it meant that women were free to decide whether to have a one-night stand or live with a boyfriend, without becoming a social pariah. Yes, read that again - feminism was our friend. If you had the cash, maybe you got to head over to Europe over the summer. You got a Eurail pass and traveled around, sleeping with girls along the way and drinking real beer - not the American piss, and smoking pot. Maybe she was German, or Swedish, or Portuguese - no matter, she was foreign and exotic, even if she had hairy pits. Life was good.

I got out of college and became a naval aviator and as luck would have it, happened to be driving fighter jets when Top Gun came out. We were rock stars overnight. Getting laid in college was easy. Getting laid as a fighter pilot was easy, but when that movie came out - it was as close to celebrity as I've ever experienced. I met my future wife on a flight. She was a flight attendant and I walked on board a flight - and she slipped me a note with her number. Those were the days when F/A's were at least attractive, and often very hot. I had no business being married as I was too busy screwing everything with a pussy - so it was mercifully short for both of us. (we're still friends)

Alas, those days are long gone and never to return. That is indeed a pity. I miss those days. I really do. All of you would have enjoyed them I believe.

I could blather on about how grim things are now, but I don't want to sound like some borish type who sings the praises of the old days as he trashes the present. Besides, I don't have any words of wisdom to cure the ails of these times, other than to get as far away from America as you can and build a new life somewhere else.

Finally, if I could have been born in a different era - my choice is simple. I would have been born in 1920 and would have flown a P-51 in WWII. Taking off from bases in the UK and taking on Dieter in his Messerschmidt high over the Rhineland. Mano a mano, the aviator Olympics. I would have fucked the best looking girls in Britain and then I would have had the pick of beauties when I got to the mainland, who would have welcomed me like the liberating hero I would have been. French, Belgian, Dutch, no matter. Perhaps I would have married one. Then I would have become an airline pilot when it carried high status and the glamour of travel. I knew some of those guys and they lived lives I can only fantasize about.

I would have also smoked, drank whiskey, had a modest gut and died of lung cancer or a coronary before I was 60!

Oh yeah, given the events of yesterday - if you got into a fight, you might get your ass kicked and your ego bruised - but no one had a fucking gun for fuck sakes. WTH happened to this insane place?

Over and out.

Post: #84

(12-15-2012 08:17 PM)LostGringo Wrote:  I don't post much anymore..........

I was born in 1957. It was an incredible time in America, perhaps the country at its finest. WWII was ten years past and the economy was booming and manufacturing was at its height. The glorious jet age had just taken hold with the introduction of the 707 and DC8 opening up intercontinental air travel. If you were a blue collar working man, returned from the war in one piece, you could expect at least a high paying job at Ford or GM, a house, a couple of cars, perhaps a vacation cottage or a boat. The civil rights movement was gaining traction. Life was good.

I got to grow up in 60's and head off to college in the mid 70's. The music sucked balls until the new wave scene arrived and killed off the disco plague. (sorry, but hip hop may be remembered as the next plague) If you were a decent looking kid and played sports competantly (as any young man should) - there was a seemingly endless supply of pretty girls and the only thing separating them from the back seat of your parents car - was courage, liquid mostly. You learned all this on the street; stumbling, bumbling and embarrassing yourself. College was beyond fun, if sex was the measure - and especially fun if you were an athlete in a high profile sport as I was blessed/lucky to be. The gig was simple; go to a party on the weekend, meet girls/groupies and go have sex. Simple. No condoms, no stigma, no anger, no "manosphere", (no jaded men in their 20's - you got jaded in your 50's when your career didn't measure up). No internet and the social cancers it has spawned; online dating, facebook, twitter, etc. "Feminism" was great; it meant that women were free to decide whether to have a one-night stand or live with a boyfriend, without becoming a social pariah. Yes, read that again - feminism was our friend. If you had the cash, maybe you got to head over to Europe over the summer. You got a Eurail pass and traveled around, sleeping with girls along the way and drinking real beer - not the American piss, and smoking pot. Maybe she was German, or Swedish, or Portuguese - no matter, she was foreign and exotic, even if she had hairy pits. Life was good.

I got out of college and became a naval aviator and as luck would have it, happened to be driving fighter jets when Top Gun came out. We were rock stars overnight. Getting laid in college was easy. Getting laid as a fighter pilot was easy, but when that movie came out - it was as close to celebrity as I've ever experienced. I met my future wife on a flight. She was a flight attendant and I walked on board a flight - and she slipped me a note with her number. Those were the days when F/A's were at least attractive, and often very hot. I had no business being married as I was too busy screwing everything with a pussy - so it was mercifully short for both of us. (we're still friends)

Alas, those days are long gone and never to return. That is indeed a pity. I miss those days. I really do. All of you would have enjoyed them I believe.

I could blather on about how grim things are now, but I don't want to sound like some borish type who sings the praises of the old days as he trashes the present. Besides, I don't have any words of wisdom to cure the ails of these times, other than to get as far away from America as you can and build a new life somewhere else.

Finally, if I could have been born in a different era - my choice is simple. I would have been born in 1920 and would have flown a P-51 in WWII. Taking off from bases in the UK and taking on Dieter in his Messerschmidt high over the Rhineland. Mano a mano, the aviator Olympics. I would have fucked the best looking girls in Britain and then I would have had the pick of beauties when I got to the mainland, who would have welcomed me like the liberating hero I would have been. French, Belgian, Dutch, no matter. Perhaps I would have married one. Then I would have become an airline pilot when it carried high status and the glamour of travel. I knew some of those guys and they lived lives I can only fantasize about.

I would have also smoked, drank whiskey, had a modest gut and died of lung cancer of a coronary before I was 60!

Oh yeah, given the events of yesterday - if you got into a fight, you might get your ass kicked and your ego bruised - but no one had a fucking gun for fuck sakes. WTH happened to this insane place?

Over and out.

HELL YEAH!!!!

Post: #85

Gringo:
I'm glad your experience was better than mine.
[quote='LostGringo' pid='328033' dateline='1355620627']
I was born in 1957. It was an incredible time in America, perhaps the country at its finest. WWII was ten years past and the economy was booming and manufacturing was at its height. The glorious jet age had just taken hold with the introduction of the 707 and DC8 opening up intercontinental air travel. If you were a blue collar working man, returned from the war in one piece, you could expect at least a high paying job at Ford or GM, a house, a couple of cars, perhaps a vacation cottage or a boat. The civil rights movement was gaining traction. Life was good.

Post: #86

(12-13-2012 04:02 PM)soup Wrote:  This is kind of fucked up, but from a purely player's perspective, WWII in America was probably poosy paradise with all those lonely, young (because they got married earlier back then) girls whose husbands were off fighting overseas.

An avalanche of pussy if you could avoid going to war.

Actually it was even better for the guys fighting overseas. Many of the American soldiers were plowing through pussy in the territories they liberated from Nazi Germany. Being an American during WW2 was the best. Many Americans soldiers before the invasion of Normandy were stationed in London. Many Americans made British girlfriends easily. Especially so Black Americans. According on a WW2 class I took, the British girls and Italian girls loved American black guys, and I read that it got many white officers jealous that the black guys were getting so much attention. The 40s was a great time to be an American if you were white or black.