Comments on: Zoe & Sophia Discover the Invention of Sex Toys from Sexy Twenty-and-Thirty Something Women as the Sublime Consumers of the Lightness of Being

By: Nick in Vermont

Nick in Vermont — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 19:34:28 +0000

Hey, Ladies, settle down now, I’m not knockin’ at your doors. Actually the “Honey I’m home” thing was a vague reference to what Ricky Ricardo said when he got home. I used it because you two remind me of Lucy and Ethel. You will notice that I followed that with “I wish”. That’s because your adventures are very endearing and have made me “Virtually” fall in love with you. But not as virtual as your surrogate love objects. And not at all as threatening to the existence of our species.
Any who ja whatsit, I love reading Zoe and Sophia, keep it comin’.
And remember what Meha Babba, the 1960’s guru said, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”.
I say, “That’s a stupid, simplistic thing to say, but very true.”

By: juliek

juliek — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 17:11:23 +0000

Okay, Nick.
Nice to hear from you, but the girls want to what’s with this crap about “Honey, I’m home?” Zoe said she doesn’t share her home with anyone but Sparky and his incontinent butt and bladder, and Sophie’s always pinned down by Tolstoy, so she wouldn’t answer the doorbell if it rang. They both wanted me to tell you “long live sex toys.” Men have to figure out how to stay in the picture for themselves. Sophia says she’s humbled that you were touched by her experiences, and she’s sorry you’ve had to suffer the same sort of pain. Zoe says it’s about time Sophie made out with someone, even if it’s some idiot from Chicago (because she thinks you’d have to be an idiot to live there). I told Zoe to shut up because she’s never even been to Chicago, so how would she know, and Sophia agreed that Zoe should not judge a city by its politics or location. They both wanted me to tell you that you should keep painting because they love your art work. Finally, they wondered who wouldn’t know that women are irreplaceable. Duhhh.
Thanks for writing, sweet fan.
Rock on, brother.
Julie

By: Nick in Vermont

Nick in Vermont — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:16:14 +0000

Hi Girls,
“Honey I’m Home.” I wish. Wow, Wow, Wow. You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me wonder why.
First of all, I want to mention my fear that sex toys will eventually replace men. Lots of sex toys, artificial insemination and one donor who produces only X chromosomes. Maybe not a bad Idea, end to war, more caring for others, etc. The party also made me wonder if there were male parties where they line up a bunch of blow up dolls. Or maybe that’s called a bachelor party.
Second and much more importantly, Sophia, I want to tell you how moved I was by the description of being home alone in your bedroom after coming back from Florida, with all the haunting images of shared space and experience. It was so raw and honest. I’ll tell you, I just gotta empathize with you for the pain you feel. And it seemed so poetic to have a pile of sex toys on the bed where Marty used to be. But I thought it was funny, thinking of myself ten years ago, when I felt your type of pain personally, when my ex was having an affair and clearly loved someone else. There I was, (in the vision, of course) with a blowup doll next to me. I don’t think that blowup dolls will ever replace women. They would pop if they ever had to endure the pain that women endure, especially giving birth.
And one last thing, Sophia, I was glad to see you making out with a man in the hotel room. It made me think that you were moving on and that maybe men won’t be abolished for ever and ever.
Ok, one more last thing, Zoe, you are one (superlative (or expletive with positive meaning) here, can’t find one good enough) most wonderful friend.
So let’s face it, women are irreplaceable, especially you two.