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The Time Riders: Part 16 To further the science. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing a silver cart in front of herself. "Thought it might be time for refreshments," she chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her. She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ. That should fit the bill, right?" "Thank you so much, Val," Becky said, not at all bothered by being naked in front of this girl. Clearly it wasn't out of the ordinary, so she didn't care. Not to mention she'd referred to Mike and Karen as 'Master' and 'Mistress', so there was more to her employment than met the eye. Nanu was staring at Val's outfit again, making Val giggle. She left the cart and approached the tiny Egyptian girl now, smiling. "Watch this, Nanu," she said before pulling her arms into her chest and doing on spin, her short skirt flaring out and twirling around her, revealing her tiny black panties. Nanu clapped excitedly, her eyes wide with delight. "Great, now she'll want to own one of those outfits," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for the fib I'm about to tell about you, Val." She looked at Nanu. "It's a pretty outfit, yes, but it's a slave's outfit, darling." The Egyptian girl blinked. "She is a slave?" "Can't you see the collar she's wearing?" Becky pointed out, indicating Val's black lace choker, with the glittering white stone on the front. "She; is a slave to the gods?" Nanu murmured, lapsing into thought about that before looking back at Becky. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We should become their slaves." Karen broke down giggling, hiding her face in her husband's massive arm and kicking her feet cutely. Mike just smirked while Becky sighed and rolled her eyes. Valentina had no idea what had just been said, but based on her employers' reactions, whatever it was hadn't panned out as Becky intended. She decided to make herself scarce. "scuse me, servant stuff to do," she chimed, doing a curtsy before leaving and closing the door behind her. Nanu sat up, straddling Mike's waist and trying to figure out why the goddess was laughing. "Really?" Becky groused, giving Nanu a sour look. "I rescue you from slavery, and you decide to volunteer for it because it's these two?" "Do you blame me?" Nanu said with a shrug. "As long as I get fed and fucked, this seems like a good life with pretty clothing." "You do not need to be a slave for us to do that with you, Nanu," Karen pointed out, caressing her arm. "Well, nobody's fucked me yet," Nanu announced, trying to pout rather unsuccessfully. "What good is being a free woman if it doesn't get me cock when I need it?" "I see food and sex are her two primary drivers," Mike mused. "And possibly revenge," Becky added, watching as Nanu reached behind herself and took hold of the currently soft cock and began massaging it. "If you see her whispering into her palm, shit's about to get real. Honey, that might not be a good idea." "They said I don't need to be a slave to fuck them," Nanu replied, still stroking and now fingering herself, as if to get ready. "I want to be fucked." "Let the chips fall where they may, I guess," Becky said, sitting up and moving around the bed to join Karen. Soon, they were in a sapphic tangle, limbs wrapped around one another and kissing deeply. Nanu watched while she stroked the god's cock, slowly bringing him to life. Karen was on top of Becky now, sitting up and straddling with their legs scissored and their wet pussies kissing. She began to squirm her hips, and Becky did the same, groaning in pleasure. "Hmm, missed this too," she murmured. "As did I," Karen sighed, pulling Becky's leg up so that it was braced against her with her toes in the air. They slowly slithered together, nether lips mingling, clits brushing against one another. They were both wet enough that they could hear their lovemaking. The god was hard now, and Nanu was determined to do this right. She moved backward and pushed up as tall as she could on her knees, her cunt directly over the huge cockhead. She pressed against it and moved around, making sure she was good and wet. She felt the tip just push her lips apart slightly, and inched her way down. She bit her lower lip as the pressure increased, feeling a very slow penetration. She gasped and shuddered as the head went inside, stretching her in a way she hadn't felt before, except with a fist. There was an audible, wet and almost gristly 'pop' noise, followed by another from somewhere inside her hips structure as she sank down and sat very still. Becky and the two professors looked at her somewhat curiously. "Nanu?" Becky asked. "You okay, darling?" The tiny girl didn't respond, still staring off into space, her eyes unseeing. Finally, a single tear was trickling down her cheek. "Oh, well done, Ramrod," Karen said rather sarcastically to her husband, still looking at Nanu. "Even if you didn't break her in half, she's still going to have hip dysplasia." "I didn't make her do it," Mike pointed out. "I hope we have a wheelchair around, though." The Egyptian girl finally opened her eyes, slowly, and took several deep breaths, her palms resting on the god's muscular abdomen. She looked up at the ceiling, puckering her lips and making sucking sounds as she tried to center herself. She trembled as she pushed up on her knees, starting to move, and then shook almost violently as she sank back down. She squeaked and then whimpered, going still. Then she repeated the process, taking it slow. "Well, I'll be damned," Becky mused as she watched, still grinding her cunt against Karen's. "She actually did it and didn't kill herself. She'll be trying to sit on fire hydrants next." Nanu didn't make it more than three strokes up and down before she clapped her and over her mouth and screamed into it, her entire body shaking as she came. Once she'd recovered, she began moving up and down again, a little faster, determined to have at least one more orgasm before she died. She straightened her torso and kept moving up and down, her eyes closed and a shameless moaning escaping her lips. She lasted a little longer this time, but still ended up clamping both hands over her mouth and screeching, almost convulsing before she simply wilted, collapsing forward on to the god beneath her, eyes wide open but unseeing, chest heaving as she tried to breathe. "Determined little thing, isn't she?" Karen mused, looking on, even while she made love to Becky. How she'd missed this feeling with her favorite student. "You'd have to be, to survive what she did pretty much her whole life," the blonde replied with a sigh, undulating beneath her teacher. "She's such a sweetheart, but she surprises me sometimes with a brutal mercenary streak. And her morals are; decidedly different from ours." "Noted," Karen said before leaning down and kissing Becky heatedly, squashing their tits together. They were swallowing one another's tongues, grinding and girl-fucking their way to bliss, until Becky wailed into Karen's mouth, cumming hard. Karen followed moments later, bathing Becky's cunt in her sticky essence. They wrapped themselves up in one another, kissing deeply and just enjoying the shared post-orgasm bliss. It had been too long, and Becky would do her damndest to make sure that didn't happen again. She almost giggled through the kiss as she thought about the fact that she had access to a time machine, if she really needed to see to the issue. She and Karen rolled themselves together into Mike's side, snuggling into him while Nanu seemed quite content to simply remain motionless on top of him. Given that she was almost bolted down to his cock, she might not have had much of a choice in the matter, mind. "You okay there, Prof?" Becky asked, smirking up at him while she caressed her other idol. "Might've been a while since I've been in anyone quite this tight," Mike replied, smiling and pretending to wince, as if being clamped inside Nanu was somehow painful. "Excuse you, sir," Karen chimed, trying to sound indignant, but failing as she giggled. "Am I to understand I am not tight enough for you?" "You're the perfect amount of tightness, Gordon, and you know it," the huge blond man said, reaching over and caressing his wife's ass cheeks. Karen purred contentedly at the contact, snuggling into Becky even more. Becky sighed, because she loved watching the profs together. She'd never seen two people more desperately in love, or more perfect for one another. "So is it just you and Nanu in your little arrangement?" Karen asked, looking down at her student and gently poking her nose. "Well," Becky began before offering a weak smile. "It's complicated?" "Given what a hard time you had earlier, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised," mused the older woman, smiling kindly. "Are you hiding another girl from elsewhere in the world?" "No," Becky said, blushing. "I;” If she couldn't tell these two, who could she tell? "There might be an angle with one of my students," she confessed. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer," Karen said, her smile becoming a smirk. "You and a student? You naughty girl. Not that Michael and I are in any place to judge, of course." "Don't I know it," Becky giggled. "Yeah, there is. Or there will be. I don't know how to explain it." "One of those moments again, clearly," Mike said, his other hand stroking down Nanu's back. She looked positively tiny on top of him, like a kitten gone to sleep. She was stirring and slowly coming back to life. "Don't try too hard, Rebecca." "Yes sir," she said rather reflexively, but she also enjoyed the little tingle she always got from obeying him. "Mark and I, and Nanu, will be a thing by the time summer rolls around." "M-ark?" Nanu mumbled tiredly, almost yawning. Had she fallen asleep? "What about M-ark, Mistress?" "She calls you Mistress, hmm?" Karen observed. "It looks like I'm not the only one with a kitten on my hands." Becky blushed. "She; insists she be allowed. I've tried to break the habit, no dice." She looked at Nanu now. "I was just explaining about waiting until the summer before we will be seeing Mark." "You get to see him all the time at school," Nanu pointed out. "But you say you can't fuck him. I hope they understand, because I sure don't." "Nonlocal measurement," Karen said, listening to the two younger women speak in Latin, although she was talking to her husband. "Low-entropy probability that falls outside the Born System." "And deterministic despite a Dirac constant and equation," Mike said before he chuckled and began sitting Nanu up straight. She shuddered and gasped deeply, seeming to have forgotten that she was speared on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at where her cunt was split wide apart by his massive erection. She didn't seem to be able to process anything like that fitting inside her. "Christ," Becky muttered, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be a physics teacher, and I have no damn clue what you two are talking about." "Ultimately, determinism," Mike replied, letting Nanu try to adjust. "I remember teaching you the concept." "And I remember the lessons," Becky sighed. "Never thought they'd be applied to me personally. I keep forgetting you two are religious." "I think it's pretty much a given that you, my dear, are meant to study quantum crystallography," Karen cooed, stroking the blonde's cheek. "So of course, Michael and I will teach you everything we know, and will help you further on that path. You were, without question, our most gifted student. This is your chance." "What's everyone talking about, Mistress?" Nanu asked, shifting around her hips to make sure they weren't actually fractured. "You're talking in your stupid En-gush." "Nanu, we'll speak Latin so that you're not left out," the goddess said gently, reaching over and stroking the Egyptian girl's thigh. "We were asking Rebecca if she wanted to come and teach with us soon, instead of staying where she is." Nanu considered and then looked at Becky. "Mistress, I think you're very smart, but I'd think you were very stupid if you didn't take this offer. And take M-ark with you, maybe it'll make him less stupid." "I guess that settles it," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I can't refute those points." "This Mark of yours sounds like a real charmer," Karen teased, finally sitting up and then clambering off Becky. She moved aside while her former student sat upright, rotating her neck and stretching her shoulders. "He must be a demon in the sack if you're willing to put up with his apparent lack of intelligence." "He's not stupid, he's just; he doesn't find applying his brain power all that agreeable, except to get himself out of trouble," Becky explained. "As for him being a demon in the sack, he's not bad, but; well, I'd been going through a dry spell when this all happened." "There is no excuse whatsoever for you to be going through a dry spell, young lady," Mike told her, sitting up and still keeping Nanu in his lap. But she squeaked when he turned her around, still nailed to him by his cock, which felt like it was battering her rib cage from below. Her eyes were wide as she just sat and listened. "You're every bit as attractive as you are intelligent, Rebecca, so if you're experiencing a dearth of sex, that's just you being difficult." "It's hard to find partners who measure up," Becky grumped. "Except for Nanu, of course." Nanu sniffed and nodded righteously, happy to be included in whatever the fuck they were all talking about. She was used to being ignored as a slave, she had no intention of being ignored now that she was a free woman. "You'll come to the housewarmings, yes?" Karen asked. "The third and the fourth weekends of this month." "You're having two housewarmings?" Becky asked. "Why two?" "One is the official housewarming, where I take over as head of the Blackwell elder line and its operations," Karen replied. "The one the following weekend is of a more fun and; well, risqué nature. The invite list for that is much more select. You and Nanu simply must come to both." Becky turned her head to look at Nanu. "Did you understand all that, my love?" Nanu thought about it. "Karen is becoming Mistress of this palace and there are two celebrations, one official, and one that is; naughty. She wants us to come to both." She leaned forward toward Becky now, her look an imploring one. "Can we please, Mistress?" "Of course we can!" Becky laughed gaily. "I wouldn't miss this for all the gold on earth!" More joyous laughter, and they all embraced one another, finding partners and beginning the lovemaking again. Another hour later, the Byron Lounge. "I'm really hoping you like this," Becky said as she poured the wine into her host's glasses. Mike and Karen were sitting on a large chesterfield together while Becky and Nanu were in a smaller loveseat across from them. The table the glasses were on was in the center. "You'll probably find it very unique." "It's potent, I can already tell," Karen remarked, watching her student pour. "The nose is quite powerful from here." "Interesting color for a white wine, too," Mike added, noting the distinct amber tint to the liquid. His wife was right, it was strong. It almost stung the olfactory senses and poured like a syrup. Even Madeira wines were lighter than this. The maderizing process must have been unusually acute. Becky handed each of her companions a glass and then sat down next to Nanu. The three women all looked at Mike, expecting him to lead the toast. He nodded and held up his glass. "Dignitas amicorum pie zeses vivas." Karen nodded and repeated the toast, but in English, the only time Nanu ever considered the language divine and lovely. "Worthy among your friends! Drink that you may live. May you live." The bouquet was sharp, certainly, and Mike guessed the alcohol content was well north of fifteen percent. The wine was clearly meant to be sweet, but the robust body was definitive. This wine must have been aged longer than Becky had been alive. Where had she gotten it from? He glanced over at his wife, who had an even more acute nose and sense of taste than he did, and she was examining her glass quietly. Karen was rolling it around inside her mouth quietly, letting it play over her refined palate. Her eyes caught his, and they knew what the other was thinking. Becky and Nanu watched quietly. It was always fascinating to Becky how these two operated. "That's an Aglianico grape, I'm sure of it, even though I have never had one quite like that," Karen mused. "It's been aged in clay," Mike agreed, nodding. "For a long time. The hangovers must be murder." They both looked at Becky, who smiled hopefully. She wanted them to like it, but also hoped they wouldn't ask more questions she couldn't answer. She was doing her best. "Rebecca, I'd like to have Jordan and Tatyana try this, may I call them in?" Mike asked. She nodded and he bipped his smartwatch, asking the former seneschal of Blackwell Manor and its current one to join them. They came in together some minutes later, while Mike and Karen were still discussing the wine. "You rang, my friend?" Jordan asked, while Tatyana nodded her head respectfully. Jordan saw the bottles on the table, noting the amber color. "Is that a Malvazia wine? Very strong, I can feel it tickling my nose from here." "With Rebecca's permission, we would like for you two to try this," Karen suggested, standing and walking over to a small cupboard from which she retrieved two more glasses. "It's quite unlike anything either Michael or I have tried, and I thought we had a very broad palate by this point." Karen poured two small glasses and brought them over to the pair. Jordan, who had been the Blackwell estate sommelier for decades, and Tatyana, its current sommelier, both examined the amber libation curiously. Jordan put the cup to his lips and sipped it. Tatyana did as well, the only reaction from her being her eyes narrowing slightly. "That is very unique, I must say," the older man said finally. "It reminds me a Sangiovese in some ways, but; more primal somehow?" "It is an Italian wine, I think," Tatyana added. "But unlike any I have tried before." "It's what I imagine a Falernian wine would be like, if the genuine article thing still existed," Karen posited. "But those methods are lost. We only know them from poetry and accounts of Roman historians, such as Galen and Pliny. This is; wondrous to try." Becky sighed slightly, relaxing. She was so worried about running into time lock that it was a relief she'd managed to let them actually taste the wine. The profs knew something was up, that she couldn't help them, and they would just have to figure out as much as they could on their own. Was she meant to have done this? Was it Fating? She banished the thought from her head, she would drive herself crazy. She was here to have fun with the two people who had made her who she was, and to share that joy with Nanu. To her delight, Nanu seemed to be acclimating well, even if she was in awe and fear of these 'gods'. Mike looked at Becky now. "This must have cost you a pretty penny, something this unique." Becky smiled. "I can manage more, if you want. As many bottles as you like. Just don't ask how or why." "Fair enough," Karen said, looking over at her husband. "And we just found our drink of choice for that toga party we discussed." Mike laughed and Becky giggled. Poor Nanu. She escapes slavery from Imperial Rome, only to end up in a time period where dressing like the patricians who enslaved her was the height of chic at a party. Rome was clearly the eternal city in more ways than one. And this one time, wining about it was a good thing. Later that afternoon. "Mistress, look at all these men," Nanu said quietly, as if the portraits and busts they were walking by could hear her. She could've sworn some of them were staring right at her, their eyes following her movements. "They are all rather frightening to me." Becky nodded as she walked hand-in-hand with Nanu down the Hall of Ancestors. "I remember the first time I saw them, my love, and they intimidated me as well. They are the ancestors of my professor, going back almost a thousand years." Nanu seemed rather surprised, and a little wary. "They're all gods?" Shit, how do I explain this without breaking her mind? Becky wondered rather wearily. "They all have the same hair like the god, maybe lighter, and the eyes," Nanu observed, still speaking quietly, so that the numerous men didn't hear her. "I can't tell if they're as big as he is." Okay, extra complication there as well. "No, my love, they are the ancestors of Karen," Becky explained, knowing this wasn't going to get easier. That revelation gave Nanu paused. She stopped and looked up at Becky now, almost frowning. "But they look like him, not her. They have the same straw hair and the eyes the color of the sea." She looked down at the ground now as she tried to parse out what her Mistress was telling her. "But her eyes are the color of his hair; maybe they are brother and sister?" Now Becky's eyes widened. "Well, if Iupiter and Iuno were brother and sister but also husband and wife, why can't these two be?" the Egyptian girl reasoned. "They gave birth to all the gods. But; where are these gods now?" She gestured broadly at the hallway and the gallery of busts and portraits. "Nanu, I; I don't know," Becky confessed, trying not to falter in explaining. "I've never met them, honestly. I met the father of Karen, that was it." She pointed to an imposing portrait of Jonathon Blackwell, Karen's father, which hung on the wall not far from them. "And where is that god now?" Nanu asked. Becky hadn't done herself any favors by mentioning she'd met other 'gods'. She tried distraction now, pointing at a large open space nearby on the wall. "Look, that is where the portrait of Karen will go, once she is officially head of her fa; of the pantheon." Well done, Fischer. Nanu looked at the empty space. "So the goddess will be the supreme ruler? What of the god? She seems to obey him, why will he not be up there?" This was getting harder and harder. Becky squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of a remotely plausible answer. What a rotten moment for time lock to not interfere. "He is from a different family of gods, my love," she said finally, giving up. She didn't have the mental strength to overcome Nanu's fantasies. "A line of mighty ones, but that doesn't mean that she won't rule her own family. She may obey him, but she is their leader." It was true, just massively out of context. "So we are invited to the festival that sees her become ruler?" Nanu asked in wonder. "We are very important, aren't we?" It was finally a question Becky could answer honestly. She smiled and caressed the younger girl's cheek. "Yes, my love. We are very important to them. That's why they want us there." "What does the goddess' name means, Mistress?" queried Nanu. "Karen. It is so unusual to me." Another smile. Becky knew this tidbit, because she had laughed with her mentor about it so many times over the years they'd known one another. "Her names means 'Purity', my dear." Another wry face from Nanu. "But she fucks like Venus, Mistress. I'm not sure 'pure' is the best way to describe her." Becky restrained a giggle. "And the god? What does his name mean?" Becky happened to know that one as well, since the name was common enough. "His name means 'godlike', or 'like unto a god'." "Well at least that one makes sense," Nanu admitted. They continued walking, with Nanu gaping at just about everything. Mike and Karen were seeing to a small matter, and had suggested that Becky take Nanu for a stroll around the estate. Becky had to think about what might catch her attention, and what she'd even be able to understand. She'd already shown Nanu the service elevator, and the young woman was stunned how the tiny room could bring her to different places at the simple push of a button. Food always interested Nanu, but if they were staying for dinner, she could keep the little glutton out of the chef's way for a few hours. Glenda showed them the garage, with all the exotic and rare cars. Nanu seemed especially taken with the huge jeep and the bright red Countach. They found Ari in what was apparently an arcade (rich people, go figure!), and they watched while he played Street Fighter IV. Nanu looked on in fascination as Ari controlled the little man inside the box, making him beat up another little person. Before she got overstimulated and bloodthirsty (Becky was beginning to suspect that violence and sexual arousal were quite mated in Nanu's psyche), they went to find something else to look at. Soon, they found themselves in the compassion greenhouse. The rather pungent odor hit them the moment they opened the door. Nanu wrinkled her nose and pinched it shut with her fingers. "They grow asterion, Mistress?" she asked, her voice sounding funny before she was keeping her nose pinched shut. "I remember it from the house of my Flavian masters. We made ropes and rugs with it. They would bake the seeds into cakes. The cakes made me feel tired." Becky nodded. "It's a recreational substance in my time. They grow all sorts of things here, some of which will be very new to you." "I will get tired if we stay in here," Nanu said. "Just from the smell of the plants." Tempting, Becky thought, but ultimately decided against it. There was still lots to do, after all. They toured some of the other greenhouses before heading back into the Manor. In the foyer, they ran into two young women. Becky stepped up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Becky, this is Nanu," she said, shaking their hands. The rather buxom brunette seemed very pleasant, although Becky could already tell she was a bit of a space cadet. The other one, a shorter girl with honey-blonde hair in a pixie cut, was lean and athletic, her hazel eyes observing everything. "Hi, I'm Jeanie," the brunette said cheerfully before looking at Nanu. "Oh, wow, look how pretty you are! I'll bet you're a big hit with all the boys, aren't you?" She bent her knees slightly, resting her hands on them so she was closer to Nanu's eye level. "And what grade are you in?" Becky restrained a giggle-snort, declining to translate for Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked up at her, a rather confused expression on her face. "What's the stupid girl asking me?" she wondered. "She just said you're very pretty and all the boys must love you," Becky selectively answered. "Well, she's right about that, at least, so maybe she's not completely stupid," Nanu sniffed. "Sorry, Jeanie," Becky said, turning her attention back to her new associate. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we speak Latin to one another. So unless you speak it too, I'll have to translate for you." "Oh, yeah, no," Jeanie replied, shaking her head. "Fre'n' me barely speak English, so I guess you're on duty for us with the Latin stuff." "Hey now," the pixie-haired girl said, giving Jeanie a look before also stepping forward. She was wearing some chinos and a tank top, her jacket thrown over her shoulder. She shook Becky's hand. "Hello, I am Freja. We have been hearing about you both, I am honored." She smiled at Nanu now. "I am happy to meet you, Nanu." Becky translated, but Nanu didn't seem to hear what she was saying, since she was focused on Freja. The Danish girl was not much taller than her, but also had tiny tits, barely worth mentioning. She was smirking as Freja put out her hand, and instead of shaking it, she simply put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest forward slightly, thrusting out her tits. Freja faltered somewhat at the sight of them on display like that. "Anyhows," Freja said, turning her attention back to Becky, even if her wife was still staring at Nanu's chest. For a tiny girl, she had a huge rack. "Jeanette is my wife, we are pleased to be making your acquaintances. You ams staying for dinner?" Becky nodded, ignoring the fact that Nanu was turning slowly left and right, showing off her bust in profile. "The profs convinced me to come work as a Physics teacher at the uni. Do you two go there?" "Yes," Freja confirmed. "Jeanette is in Health and Nutrition Sciences, and I ams at the Skule." "Ooh, an engineer," Becky breathed, smiling. "Love it! You'll probs end up building a lot of the equipment I need in order to; Nanu, stop that, you brat!" She nudged the smaller woman with her hip since Nanu was cupping her tits and squishing them together. Either one of her tits was much bigger than both of Freja's, and clearly the girl was self-conscious about it. This was no doubt some leftover competition and survival trait in Nanu, finding advantage in whatever form it came. Given how she'd been mocked the other night at the bar, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Still, she couldn't let her behave that way. "Jeanie, honey," she said, smiling at the other half of the married couple. "Would you mind taking Nanu and finding her a bathroom? I want to pick your wife's brain about something with engineering." "Oh, a hundred p," the brunette said, nodding and taking Nanu by the hand. "How'd you say 'Let's go pee' in Latin?" Becky couldn't believe she was saying this, but obliged. "Eamus mingere." "C'mon, Nanu," Jeanie said to the confused Egyptian girl, leading her off. "Eat a moose lingerie." "Even for her, that was nowhere near the close," Freja sighed as she walked along with Becky now. "I just wanted to get Nanu away from you, she gets competitive," Becky said. "Sorry about that. She was raised as a slave, so she has a survival mode about not being the smallest and weakest." "And my tits, they are smallest and weakest," the Danish girl muttered. "Oh, I think they suit you just fine," Becky said helpfully, taking Freja's hand and giving it a squeeze. "'sides, I kinda want to get a look at the rest of you without Nanu around, you look pretty muscular." Freja smiled. "I works out a lot, I guess. I played fodbold, your soccer, and also field hockey. I do some martial arts as well." "Ooh, tell me!" Becky said, pulling Freja into an unused lounge. "Tell me what you take and I'll tell you what I practice." Freja put down her coat and stood there, letting Becky see her body, although she still had her clothes on. Her shoulder muscles were obvious, but she lifted her tank top enough to show up her segmented and rock-hard abs. "I ams having a black belt in Grace Jujutsu, as well as Kenpo, and I also know Fujian White Crane. What do you practice?" "Krav Maga," Becky replied, lifting her own shirt enough to show off her smooth, firm midsection to her new friend. "Started quite a few years ago, mostly to blow off any sexual frustration, and to deal with guys who get too handsy, you know?" Freja smiled and nodded. "I believe you, for you are very well sexy-built. But we should spar, I would love to try myself against your Krav Maga." "I would love that too, Freja," Becky purred, her smile becoming sensual. "Win or lose, gonna love it. But haven't you tried sparring with the big man before?" "Once," Freja said, shaking her head. "He literally squashed me like a bug. I lasted three seconds and he just squashed me." Becky giggled. "He was the one who began teaching me Krav Maga, and every time I spar with him, I get squashed too. I think of them as sex injuries, you know?" Freja laughed. "Jeanette and I, we fuck the profs occasionally, so yes, I understand. We are lovers to them, and to their son and his wife, Karen's younger sister, Alexandra." "They were telling me about that whole arrangement, but I'm gonna need time to sort it out," Becky admitted. "It sounds like it was a helluva year." "I met my wife and married her because of Alex and Alexandra," Freja said, shucking her tank top now and just leaving her tits exposed. She didn't mind. "And what I can guarantee you, Rebecca, is that when you see Alex and Alexandra together, it will make you very happy." "Honey, I don't doubt that one bit," Becky said, pulling her own shirt off and then unhooking her bra. In a bathroom down the way. "See, this is pretty nice, right?" Jeanie said, sitting on the ornate but comfy chair, her chin on her hand while she looked at Nanu, who was simply sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. She'd already managed to go pee, but apparently this stupid girl hadn't noticed and was still talking to her. "Li'l bit of girl bonding time, right?" "You really are dumb, aren't you?" Nanu said, trying to keep the snide tone out of her voice, in case the stupid girl tattled on her to Mistress. "I'm done going piss, now what?" "Oh, I've got an idea," Jeanie said rather eagerly. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then quickly undid her bra, letting her tits fall out. Nanu's eyes widened for a moment as she stared. They weren't the largest she'd ever seen, the goddess' were certainly bigger, and her Mistress' probably were too. But this dumb girl wore them well, and she clearly didn't mind showing them off at a moment's notice. "Now show me yours," Jeanie said, pointing at Nanu's shirt. The Egyptian girl shrugged and peeled off her shirt, and the stupid bra thing underneath, leaving her as exposed as her companion. Jeanie nodded approvingly as she assessed Nanu's tits. "Nice, we can have a lot of fun with those," Jeanie said, getting up and coming to kneel in front of Nanu now. She put her hands on Nanu's tits and fondled them, feeling around and giving them a good squeeze. "Yeah, these're primo, babe. Well done." Nanu didn't have a damn clue what the dunce was saying, but her tone indicated she liked Nanu's tits, and as a result, Nanu was getting groped. She didn't object at all. "Mind if I?" Jeanie asked, not waiting for an answer before leaning in and starting to swirl her tongue around one of her new friend's nipples. Nanu shivered and gasped, decidedly not objecting to this treatment. She hadn't been fucked in over an hour, so this was a good start. She reached forward and groped the brunette's big tits, liking how heavy they felt in her hand. She could feel herself getting wet, and wanted to do things with this girl now. "Hmm, new and better idea;” Jeanie said, pulling back and standing up long enough to go over to a closet and pulling out a large, plush towel. She remembered they were in there after her unfortunate encounter a few weeks earlier with the neighbor kid, who turned out to be necrotic, or narcosomic, or something. She laid the towel out on the marble floor, and then smiled at Nanu, patting the towel and indicating she should lie down. Nanu got off the toilet and laid down on her back as instructed, looking up at the dumb girl. Jeanie smiled and crawled partially over the smaller girl, her tits now hovering over Nanu's face, the nipples touching her nose. She eased down some more until Nanu could get one of the nipples in her mouth easily. Nanu began licking, tonguing and sucking readily. "Hmm, Jeanie for the win with the good ideas," the larger girl sighed, now craning down and beginning to suck and lick on Nanu's ample tits, the two of them losing themselves in the moment. Neither would feel the need to come up for air any time soon. Back in the other room. Becky grunted and strained, lying on her back and hands flexing against the floor. She was pushing with her hamstrings and her ass muscles, sweat streaming now from her nearly naked form. All she was wearing were her thong panties, and it still felt like she had too much on. Freja was lying opposite her, also just in her thong. They both had one leg in the air, locked against each near the ankle, and they were pushing hard, trying to overpower one another. It had been some time since Becky had engaged in a good bout of (the unfortunately named) Indian leg wrestling. Becky gasped and groaned, wondering if Freja was in as much discomfort as she was. She had the height advantage, a longer leg, so presumably more leverage, but Freja was very strong, her body a little bundle of muscle, which Becky had not appreciated until they'd decided on this little contest and they both stripped down. Whatever she lacked in the tits department, Freja made up for in the powerful ass department. Becky wouldn't be surprised if the little Danish girl could crack walnuts open between those cheeks. She heard Freja moan, taking heart that her opponent was working as hard as she was, although they remained in a deadlock at this point. If she couldn't overpower Freja, she'd simply have to hope to outlast her, until Freja's muscles were jelly and she gave up. They hadn't really decided on what the prize was for whoever won, but she held no doubt they'd both enjoy it. "Uh, fuck;” Freja rasped, her leg trembling every bit as much as Becky's. "You ams strong, like Alexandra or Andrea." "I'll take that; as a compliment;” Becky panted, her warm skin slick against the floor. She hoped she didn't stain the marble, she'd have a hard time explaining that to the profs. "You're really damn strong too, babe;” After almost two more minutes of straining and groaning, the strength of both women gave out at the exact same moment. Their legs bent and collapsed down, both of them breathing heavily, supremely tired from the contest. They slowly rolled onto their sides, almost going fetal as they tried to catch their breath. "That was; very difficult;” Freja managed to say. "I'm not gonna like walking on that leg for a week," Becky replied, thinking about the amount of grapefruit juice she was going to be drinking to deal with the lactic acid buildup in her leg and ass muscles. She hoped she wouldn't have to chase Nanu anywhere. "I guess it was a tie?" "Next time, we will make it a sexfight," Freja breathed, thinking she'd need a forklift to get her upright. "That will be easier on my body." "You have a deal, Fre;” Becky said wearily, hoping the profs didn't find her like this. Thankfully, the muscle pains subsided relatively quickly and easily, even if she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She found Nanu with Jeanie, and they both seemed much more refreshed and cheerful than her and Freja. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Nanu hadn't been in Freja's presence more than three seconds before she thrust her chest forward again, making sure the Danish girl knew who the mayor of Titty-Town was, even if she wasn't quite so blatant about it this time. They'd all gone to the kitchen so that Becky and Freja could rehydrate themselves a little. Freja was just drinking bicarbonate in water, whereas Theresa supplied Becky with her grapefruit juice. Nanu and Jeanie were drinking milk, and the two girls giggled at one another while they downed their glasses. Jeanie and Freja excused themselves, needing to get back to their condo. Jeanie hugged Nanu, making sure they squished their tits together, then did the same with Becky, although perhaps not quite as familiarly. Freja hugged Becky and then took a chance on hugging Nanu to say goodbye. Nanu accepted the hug, but made sure she pressed her tits right into Freja's reminding her who was in charge. Freja sighed, and they made their exit. "Miss Fischer, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will meet you in the Spencer Study now," Tatyana said, entering the room and nodding. "They apologize for the delay, things are just rather busy right now." "Well, what with finals coming, and the big ol' housewarmings, I'm not surprised," Becky said cheerfully, taking Nanu's hand and allowing Tatyana to take them to the aforementioned Spencer Study. Inside, Mike and Karen were sitting on a long, ornate chesterfield. Becky strolled in and sat down on a loveseat just across from them, joined by Nanu. Once again, the Egyptian girl seemed to be keeping her eyes averted. "I hope you don't mind, Rebecca, I thought we might continue having more of your delightful wine," Karen said, pouring some glasses. "I'm glad you like it, and especially glad that you aren't asking questions," Becky answered, relieved that her mentors seemed to genuinely understand her predicament, even if they couldn't understand her predicament. "I promise, I'll scare up some more for you." They were happily discussing Becky's future employment at the university, with Mike and Karen almost teasing her with tempting tidbits about all the latest research into quantum crystallography. Nanu listened quietly, understanding nothing, but knowing that whatever was being discussed was important. It was about making her Mistress happy, and nothing was more important to her than that. Well, getting fucked was as important, but clearly she could have both, so why quibble? Soon enough, they were joined by another person, whom Becky and Nanu turned to meet. A tall, young, and incredibly handsome blond man strolled in casually, wearing an infectious grin that Becky would recognize anywhere, even if she hadn't met him some years ago. He was so very obviously a DeBourne. Nanu's eyes went wide again, and she trembled in fear. "There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?" "Of course," he said, smiling genially as he walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand, which was firm, friendly, and warm. A definite turn-on. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Fischer." "Oh, God, call me Becky, please," she said, trying to not blatantly ogle her professors' son. He was so much like Mike, only distilled into a more human-sized form, with enchanting electric blue eyes that radiated humor. But there was also a cool aloofness beneath, if he cared to let it be seen, and that was something he got from his regal mother. "You've grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I recall." "Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your friend, Becks?" Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded her of Mark. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it, so she didn't exactly mind. He was more than free to keep calling her that. "Alex, this is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future." Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but instead she slipped down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe before dropping her head to look at the floor. She began speaking quietly, her voice little more than a mumble. Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet." "Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin." Becky watched on, intrigued as he looked down at her again. "Please get up;” he instructed in the language of Imperial Rome. Nanu stood, but kept her eyes averted, even while he was addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is Alexander." She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders, and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer, except with big tits. "The conqueror is named after you," she said in a hushed tone. "Alexander;” Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Does she think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian." "We haven't quite figured out what she makes of us," Mike replied, his deep voice from behind her making Nanu almost shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. This had been quite the day for her, and she'd met three gods now. How many people could say that? "Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it than me," Alex concluded, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch. "Welcome to my home, Nanu;” he said cheerfully. She looked like she might faint. Her heart was thundering in her chest again, and she felt dizzy. "I hear you're due to get married, Alex," Becky mentioned, taking the pressure off Nanu before she just expired right there on the Persian rug. "Your aunt?" "Yep," Alex said, rising while gesturing for Becky and Nanu to sit again, which they did, Nanu somewhat unsteadily. Becky gave her some water while Alex eased himself onto the chesterfield next to Becky. Half a second later, Valentina brought in more drinks. Becky smirked at the steaming blue beverage waiting for Alex. Apparently it was some nerdy thing called a 'Romulan Ale'. "Mom's sister that I'm named after. "I take it you've heard the whole crazy story?" "Crazy stories seem to be the theme of this past year," Becky agreed. "Damned if I can get into mine, though. I am looking forward to meeting her as well, though. Your mom and dad have mentioned her over the years, the fact that she was missing from your lives. She and your grandmother were gone by the time I knew them." "Speaking of my baby sister, would you happen to know her whereabouts?" Karen asked, looking at her son. "She went with Aunt Jen to the pub while I was in class," he replied, nodding to Val in approval as he tried his drink. "Aunt Jen had a bunch a followers, so she took them all for a drink." "Meaning it'll somehow magically happen on my tab," Karen muttered while Mike patted her shoulder. "When was that?" "Alexa only had a half day, so they're probably almost home by now," he replied. "Aunt Jen really likes Theresa's coq au vin." He looked at Becky and Nanu now. "You two staying for dinner? Theresa makes killer food." "Well, your chef's bologna hasn't had any disastrous effects on Nanu's digestive tract, so I assume fresh poultry ought to be fine," Becky mused. "Nitrates and preservatives are the enemy, eh?" the young man laughed, once again reminding Becky of his father and giving her a tingle. They finished their drinks and Mike and Karen agreed to take them on a small tour. Becky was rather interested in the energy-saving measures, like the solar panels and the thermochromic windows. They were all touring the temperate produce greenhouse (called the 'Orangerie') some while later when two people joined them. "We're back, and we're not even hammered," the tall, gorgeous blonde chimed musically, the air of the room lightening with her presence. Even the resident butterflies of the Orangerie seemed to dance about when she was near them. She walked right up to Becky and hugged her. "You must be Becky! I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard a lot about you too, but I never would've believed anyone could be as stacked as your older sister," Becky replied, happily returning the squishy hug. "Let me introduce Nanu. Unless you speak Coptic, you'll need to speak Latin to her." "Hi, Nanu!" Alex almost sang as she knelt and hugged the shorter girl. Nanu's eyes looked like they might just spring out of her head before she swooned, not even having a chance to get on her knees and avert her eyes. "I'm Alexa!" "A; leks...a;” the Egyptian girl murmured as the tall, blonde goddess finally released her. She didn't go to her knees, she simply gazed at Alexa in quiet awe. This had been quite a day for her, even by her standards recently. "And I'm Jenny, lovey," the countess said, walking over and giving Becky a hug. "Chuffed to have you around. Have the lord and lady of the manor made their proposal to you yet?" "They have, and I've accepted, countess," Becky replied, enjoying yet another squishy, sexy hug. She had no doubt she'd end up fucking these two women eventually, if not Alex. She'd never had sex with a countess before, just a French noblewoman that she was reasonably certain was her own ancestor. "I could use the pay upgrade, certainly. Gotta pay for the classes to keep this bod toned somehow." "Delighted to hear it," Jenny said cheerfully, the two women still holding one another by the waist as they smiled at each other. Mike and Karen looked on, trying not to smirk. "And you're quite lovely, my dear. Certainly it won't hurt to' "Oh my gosh;” Alexa breathed, looking at the floor as an epiphany shivered through her. She looked up at Becky and Jenny. "We've gotta do that." "Do what, darling?" Jenny asked, looking at her but still holding Becky, their hips touching. "Well, look at us," Alexa said, coming over and inserting herself into the small hug, which was now a three-way. "Three tall, gorgeous blondes; we need to form a clique, or a union or something." "I've never belonged to a union," Jenny mused. "I've never not belonged to a union," Becky added. "Don't think I've been in a clique, though." "Yeah, but where's this ever happen?" Alexa said, pointing at each of them in turn. "Three natural blonde goddesses all together, none of us made of plastic or silicone; we're the world's most awesome and exclusive clique." "A Trinity," Alex added rather unhelpfully. "Yes!" Alexa said loudly, turning and pointing at Alex in excitement while Karen favored her son with a sour look for encouraging this. "The Trinity! That's it exactly!" She took Becky and Jenny by the hands and began pulling them out of the Orangerie, confusing the butterflies. "C'mon! We've gotta go take pics to celebrate our formation;” "Take care of Nanu for me," Becky called back, getting pulled along in Alexa's wake, as was the countess. The girl was frighteningly strong when she was exited; Becky would be amazed if even Andrea was stronger than Alexa. "Feed her or something', that'll keep her occupied." Nanu watched her Mistress disappear with the golden-haired goddess with the giant tits, along with the other woman. Seconds later, the three gods she was left with all turned to look down at her. She stared back at them awkwardly for a moment before opening her mouth and pointing at her gullet, then licking her lips and rubbing her belly. She looks like Nibbles the Mouse from those old Tom and Jerry cartoons when she does that," Alex observed. "Well, let's go see if Theresa can scare up some more bologna for her," the golden-eyed goddess named Karen mused, holding out her hand for the Nanu to take. "Ba-lo;” Nanu said eagerly as she followed Karen out of the Orangerie. "Ba-lo;” Soon enough she'd be eating again, and hopefully someone would fuck her. She hadn't anticipated anything like this happening to her, and she owed it all to her Mistress and the god-machine. It was a good day to be Nanu Tehemet. A study on the third floor. "Okay, so," Alexa began, herding the two women into the room and then closing the door for privacy. "This is gonna be awesome, the world's most elite clique." "It would be nice to belong to something Kat cannot dominate," Jenny mused, nodding. "What does our clique do?" "Just exist to show off how wonderful it is to be a blonde goddess," Alexa reasoned, rubbing her hands together and then assessing them both for a moment. "I mean, we're gotta spread the truth, right?" "Good enough for me," Becky declared readily, watching Alexa go over to a closet and pull out an expensive-looking camera and tripod. "Lotsa pics in various states of dress and undress?" &l

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In Dumb Ass News, comedian Jimmy Cash joined Chaz and AJ in trying to figure out the "bent carrot" commercial. A Tribe member called in to explain their experience attempting to correct a similar affliction on their own. (0:00)  In news, Chaz and AJ shared some Trick-or-Treat tips from "Miss Manners." Plus, Mohegan Sun's Tom Cantone was on the phone to talk about the Rush shows going on sale today. (9:56)  A first for Chaz and AJ's Freak Week! After many years of playing ghost audio clips from paranormal investigators, Ruth actually went on a ghost hunt earlier this month. Ruth, her friend Kate, and Carlos Reis all toured the Ansonia Opera House. (24:31)  The classic Valley Bowl "Doll Lady" story was shared by Ruth this morning, who experienced the haunting moment while bowling with her friend, Kate. (34:20)  Forget about Halloween, Commander Keith has the Top 5 things you should actually be afraid of. (40:17) 

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Hello and welcome to episode 108 of the Still Spinning Podcast. We call this one the “altered state” podcast. This was pre-recorded as Nicole is at the State Fair on the day we usually go live, please enjoy! A new CDC report came out about a pizza place in Madison, Wisconsin that accidentally used THC (pot) oil when making their pizzas and it has been ruled an accident so no charges have been filed. How on earth could this happen and how was it discovered?? Tune in to hear the full story and listen to Dan and Nicole chime in about pot use.  On the other end of the spectrum, Dry Weddings are the newest trend and we have some thoughts. Nicole has some experience with it as well. Miss Manners we are not but we do our best to talk about the dos and don'ts of this new “I do” trend. All of this and oh-so-much-more on this episode. And don't forget, you can watch the live taping Mondays at 7 PM on Facebook, YouTube or Instagram OR wait until the official podcast release on Wednesday morning. Visit your usual podcast subscription service to add us to your list. Visit our website for more details on becoming a sponsor and buying merch. All of this at stillspinningpodcast.com.

We're pretty sure Co-host Ray Miller Still is a millennial. It doesn't do to make too much of a point. Ray is the editor of the Enumclaw Courier Herald which is the only paper of that name in the United States.  This Week we're joined by our Producer, Jason Falls, who is a member Generation X.  Swimming Upstream Host Dorothy Wilhelm is a member of The Silent Generation.  For those who are thinking, "C'mon, she's never been silent a day in her life", that name refers to the fact that members of that generation never protested. They followed the rules.  On today's show, Generation Gap covers Weddings.  We're talking about weddings - are they necessary? We'll look at how each generation has seen them and what we know now that we didn't know earlier. In the 50's, weddings were not generally fairy tale events. Dorothy recalls that her wedding dress cost $50- you couldn't buy a shoelace for that today, but remember at  that time, a semester's college tuition was $80. People made their own finery  - or did without.  Dorothy recut three prom dresses for her bridesmaids.  The high point of the reception was pulling her 12 year old brother out of the bourbon fountain.  We looked for different things in the 50's. But as the decades went by, the weddings became more and more lavish with  unforgettable ball gowns, 25-foot-long train, and perhaps arrival via horse-drawn carriage—inspired a generation of brides to embrace the more-is-more aesthetic of the 1980s for their weddings. “It was part of the Superwoman myth of the 1980s—you could work at home, and you could work in the marketplace; you could be married, but you could also have a career,” says Karen Dunak. “There was this idea that you could be a strong woman and also be a bride like a princess on your wedding day.” Weddings became increasingly opulent, elaborate, and lavish, while remaining a symbol of wealth and status for the bride's parents. “In the ‘80s, ‘90s, and even early aughts, it was all big, big, big," affirms Miss Manners."Very few people were doing the small-wedding thing. So what are we talking about on the show?  Let's take a look at how different our expectations are.  When Dorothy was engaged, nice girls didn't rush the wedding celebration so it  was no problem thinking of things to do after the ceremony.  Today a destination wedding seems a requirement.  The different  generations will have a lot to say about that. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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It's possible that this will be the most consequential vote you'll ever cast. With our sovereignty, our nation, our very future on the line Jesse breaks down the big questions for you. How can Miss Manners help Carney? And why is Poilievre's Schwarzenegger impersonation glitching?Host: Jesse BrownCredits: Caleb Thompson (Audio Editor, Mixing & Mastering), Julian Abraham (Fact Check) Bruce Thorson (Senior Producer), max collins (Director of Audio), Jesse Brown (Editor and Publisher) Fact checking by Julian AbrahamAdditional music by Audio NetworkFurther Reading:Canada's housing bubble can be traced to Mark Carney and his bias for easy policy - Financial PostHousing hell: How we got here and how we get out [Video]WACKOS: the weird, wild, woke & wonderful world of the people running our country [Video]Carney in the coal mine [Video]Canada, Pierre Poilievre Is Just Like Donald Trump [Video]This is Carbon Tax Carney—he's Just Like Justin! [Video]Sponsors: Douglas: Douglas is giving our listeners a FREE Sleep Bundle with each mattress purchase. Get the sheets, pillows, mattress and pillow protectors FREE with your Douglas purchase today. Visit https://douglas.ca/canadaland to claim this offerPolicyMe: Get Covered in Minutes — No Hassle, No Hidden Fees. Visit https://policyme.com to explore insurance plans that cover your needs. Article: Get $50 off your first purchase of $100 or more. Visit article.com/canadaland and the discount will be automatically applied at checkout.Take a moment and fill out the Canadaland survey here! Your feedback will be immensely helpful to us.If you value this podcast, support us! You'll get premium access to all our shows ad free, including early releases and bonus content. You'll also get our exclusive newsletter, discounts on merch at our store, tickets to our live and virtual events, and more than anything, you'll be a part of the solution to Canada's journalism crisis, you'll be keeping our work free and accessible to everybody.You can listen ad-free on Amazon Music—included with Prime. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this very special episode of the podcast we are starting the year off right. We are packing our bags and heading down the Road to Demonetization. The goal in the next few months is to get monetized and then quickly get it taken away with our crass talk. Myka got a new scale that put numbers to Tim's fatness, Tim comes with a banger news story this week, and we get a little advice for travel from Miss Manners. Great Hang Patreon https://www.patreon.com/GreatHang iTunes https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/great-hang-with-myka-and-tim/id1574565430 Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/0xpCw3jkplXMxp82ow0NCF?si=dc4814443f324a6d Youtube Episode Playlist https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnSkFaHeS4o&list=PL0xj2vuOYlctjiD60eEOk3Hl1bTENyWNl Follow Myka @Mykafox https://twitter.com/MykaFox https://www.instagram.com/mykafox/ Follow Tim https://www.instagram.com/hot_comic69/ Check Out Tough Questions with Jeff and Tim iTunes https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tough-questions/id1669524479 Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/0fy4RZhE6uE6WReq9jVP4O?si=c24824663daf4408  

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How do I make a good first impression? What's the polite way to end an awkward first date? Manners expert and self-described “Miss Manners with a touch of Machiavelli” Sara Jane Ho has the answers. She's the host of Netflix's “Mind Your Manners” and the founder of an etiquette school in China and she's on a mission to help women move confidently through the world. She joins The Bright Side to empower our besties with practical etiquette tips to get you ahead in life.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Miss Manners flips the script.

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1188, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Single T, Double T 1: The winner of the battle for survival per Darwin. the fittest. 2: A short, half-suppressed laugh or giggle. titter. 3: Miss Manners is an expert on this standard of appropriate behavior in social settings. etiquette. 4: This women's underskirt has been worn since the Middle Ages. a petticoat. 5: Crenels are the empty parts and merlons are the solid parts in this structure, a type of parapet. a battlement. Round 2. Category: Where Are You At?. With At in quotation marks 1: You ran the light and are liable for causing the accident, so you're said to be this. at fault. 2: You're no longer at attention, and are now permitted to scratch yourself. at ease. 3: You're out of patience, or in the position of a lassoed steer. at the end of your rope/at your rope's end. 4: You're being sold below cost, or you're perplexed. at a loss. 5: You're helpless before someone; in his power. at his/her mercy. Round 3. Category: Let'S Be Secure 1: (Former Secretary of Homeland Security Tom Ridge gives the clue.) I introduced the threat advisory system; during my time at the DHS we were never able to go below this color, for "elevated threat". yellow. 2: DHS is charged with protecting "critical" this--from subways to satellites, the systems we rely on every day. infrastructure. 3: (Tom Ridge reads.) I led the largest reorganization of the government since the 1940s, including bringing the Secret Service, customs, and this whole military service into the DHS. the Coast Guard. 4: Passenger screening is the responsibility of this Homeland Security agency established in November 2001. the TSA. 5: (Tom Ridge reads one last time.) Our front line of defense against a terrorist attack is local police and firefighters, known as "first" these. responders. Round 4. Category: Scrambled U.S. History 1: 1820s announcement:NO CREDO ON MERIT. the Monroe Doctrine. 2: 1930s calamity: O DESPERATE GRINS. the Great Depression. 3: Big deal in 1803: A USUAL HIP SCENARIO. the Louisiana Purchase. 4: 1794 uprising: SOBER WHINE LIKELY. the Whiskey Rebellion. 5: One was on the radio April 28, 1935: CHIEFS TIRADE. a fireside chat. Round 5. Category: The Body In Question 1: Marilyn Monroe's breathiness and John Wayne's slow speech were, says 1 expert, ways to correct this. stuttering. 2: Part of the body on which you might get enamel bonding. your teeth. 3: The 2 main gases exchanged in the alveoli of the lungs. oxygen and carbon dioxide. 4: PBS series from which this category takes its name was hosted by this actor/director/satirist/M.D.. Jonathan Miller. 5: The technical term for it is "alopecia", and one of the remedies is a "rug". baldness. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

You read that right. In this Miss Manners column, a mother was upset that her friend told her on two separate occasions that her child was treating her daughter poorly at school. “…I was a bit taken aback because when my daughter is at school, her teacher is responsible for her. I do not homeschool, […] The post #374 This mother says TEACHERS are responsible for her child's behavior at school? Huh? appeared first on Heidi Harris Show.

This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit andrewsullivan.substack.comAlexandra is a journalist and public speaker. She's the founder of Civic Renaissance, a newsletter and intellectual community dedicated to moral and cultural renewal. She's also an adjunct professor at the Indiana University Lilly School of Philanthropy. Her first book is The Soul of Civility: Timeless Principles to Heal Society and Ourselves.For two clips of our convo — on the moments when being civil is impolite, and the importance of indifference to others' opinions — pop over to our YouTube page. Other topics: being raised in horse country in Canada; having “Judi the Manners Lady” as a mother; moving to DC in the fall of 2016 and hating it; working for Trump in the Department of Ed; the rude awakening of being loathed by her peers as an appointee; the difference between politeness and civility; a story of Queen Victoria's bad manners; how personal boundaries are often crucial for civility; Arnold Bennett's book How to Live 24 Hours a Day; the virtue of curiosity toward those who seem boring; hypocrisy vs. inauthenticity; Tom Holland's Dominion; when the love of others and the self are in tension; online anonymity; the ever-growing need for forgiveness and gratitude; Aristotle and “the magnanimous soul”; the Stoics; Isocrates as the Miss Manners of ancient Greece; Erasmus; the “respectability politics” of the Civil Rights Movement vs. the crudeness of pro-Gaza protesters and the January 6 mob; empathy toward road-ragers; defenders of Gay retaliating with plagiarism charges of their own; Slow Horses and the crude authenticity of Oldman's character; the cult of authenticity in Gen Z; how civility and toxicity are contagious; zealous extroversion; why Alexandra wants to kill the phrase “let's get lunch”; me pressing her on how anyone praising civility could work for Trump; and why auto-didactism is the subject of her next book.Browse the Dishcast archive for an episode you might enjoy (the first 102 are free in their entirety — subscribe to get everything else). Coming up: Jonathan Freedland on the war in Gaza, Jennifer Burns on her new biography of Milton Friedman, and Abigail Shrier on why the cult of therapy harms children. Please send any guest recs, dissents, and other pod comments to dish@andrewsullivan.com.

SERIES 2 EPISODE 78: COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN A-Block (1:44) SPECIAL COMMENT: The democracy will certainly not survive Donald Trump but I am now wondering if it has any chance of surviving Sarah Wallace, Patricia Millett, Cornelia Pillard, and Brad Garcia and if you don't know who they are, they are the latest people on the latest list of supposed liberals and supposed officers of the court who could get us all KILLED. Millett seems to be the most clueless of the three DC Appeals Court dilettantes who first STAYED the gag order issued against Trump in the Election Subversion case and then yesterday conducted the in-person hearing and all but announced that they WILL significantly limit the order because apparently when Trump starts ignoring laws he doesn't like and jailing judges he doesn't like, these idiots somehow think they will be immune because they were so fair to him back there in November 2023. Judge Millett seemed to base her nitwitted reaction to the two hours of oral arguments on the impact of the gag order on…presidential debates. “He has to speak ‘Miss Manners' while everyone else is throwing targets at him? It would be really hard in a debate, when everyone else is going at you full bore. Your attorneys would have to have scripted little things you can say.” Miss Manners. Trump has to speak ‘Miss Manners.' Do you get the same feeling I do that Judge Millette has no earthly clue WHO Dementia J. Trump is? Do you get the OTHER same feeling that I do that it has not occurred to, and will NEVER occur to, Judge Millette that so far there have been THREE presidential debates in the Republican primary and Trump hasn't shown up to any of them and there is no reason to expect he'd have the guts to show up to one in the general election. And THEN there is Judge Sarah Wallace and I'm not sure she didn't even harm the country MORE than Judge “Miss Manners” and Judge “I Would Assume” did. Judge Wallace heard the 14th Amendment disqualification case and at the same time that she ruled quote “that Trump incited an insurrection on January 6, 2021, and therefore ‘engaged' in insurrection within the meaning of Section 3 of the 14th Amendment” she then superseded the Amendment itself in as remarkable an act of judicial cowardice as I've ever seen. “After considering the arguments on both sides,” wrote Judge Wallace, “the Court is persuaded that ‘officers of the United States' did not include the PRESIDENT of the United States. It appears to the Court that for whatever reason the drafters of Section 3 did not intend to include a person who had only taken the Presidential Oath,” unquote. So she ordered him onto the Colorado primary ballot instead of saying “Yeah, I'm thinking they meant to include PRESIDENTS because otherwise having just survived the Civil War they decided to make sure Jefferson Davis and Robert E. Lee and Nathan Bedford Forrest could NOT run for anything EXCEPT President of the United States rather than showing some guts, Judge Wallace folded. The people who could DO something and they actually divide into two categories and two categories ONLY: Judges who are too effete to do anything and judges who are too scared to do anything. B-Block (22:20) POSTSCRIPTS TO THE NEWS: How did Argentina elect as its new president Jason Bateman playing Wolverine? The late great Joss Ackland. And the newest housing requisite: Built-in Dog Showers? (26:15) THE WORST PERSONS IN THE WORLD: Just a Fox News typo, no doubt: "Osama Biden Laden"; Moms For Liberty's Philly chief is a registered sex offender; Senator Mike Lee launches the worst January 6th gaslighting ever. C-Block (32:20) EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY: Milo in Tennessee (33:30) THINGS I PROMISED NOT TO TELL: I anchored the telecast of the 1992 Baseball Expansion draft, 31 years ago this week. Star analyst Joe Morgan really didn't want to be there. REALLY didn't.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Bold claims and shocking revelations - that's what this episode is all about. Brace yourself as we scrutinize Miss Manners' overstepping her expertise to provide baffling HR advice, leading to a heated discussion on why professionals must stick to their forte. Witness the truth behind her erroneous advice on video conference etiquette and her disastrous suggestions on dealing with an overly perfumed co-worker. An entertaining but insightful reminder - Miss Manners, keep to your lane!The conversation takes a turn as we delve into the profound significance of constructive feedback in the workplace, drawing inspiration from a recent outburst by Nick Saban. Distinguishing between getting chewed out and receiving constructive criticism, we explore how HR professionals navigate through situations when employees misinterpret feedback, shedding light on the need for self-awareness. As the year draws to a close, we touch upon the common yet stressful HR end-of-year updates, sprinkling in some thoughtful reflections. Tune in, learn, laugh, and think with us in this exciting episode!Support the showWant to:* Share a dumb employee question* Share a crazy story* Ask us a question* Share a best practice * Give us feedback Our Link Tree below has links to our social media sites, Patreon, Apple podcasts, Spotify & more.Please leave a review on your favorite podcast player and interact with us online!Linktree - https://linktr.ee/jadedhr

Hosted by Chris Mayek and Alex Summers The story of Moon Star's absence continues to unfold this week. We encounter several ups and downs, and make a shocking discovery today on Moon Star. You'll have to tune into find out exactly what that is. Join us for a timely Moon Healing Activation chant with Terri Hawkes at the start of our show. Strength to anyone who needs it.Title (English): Little Miss MannersTitle (Japanese): Let's Become a Princess: Usagi's Bizarre TrainingOriginal Air Date (NA): October 13th, 1995Original Air Date (Japan): December 19th, 1992Official Websitewww.MoonStarPod.comSponsored by Sailor Moon Videowww.SailorMoonVideo.comSave 15% with offer code: MOONSTARSailor Moon Another Story The Series AUDITIONShttps://tinyurl.com/2p93sd4aProject Gaiden Card AUDITIONShttps://tinyurl.com/bduayevkCasting is still open! Audition today. Limited roles available, so submit your auditions soon.

Andrew tries to tell Luke about the Three's Company scandal that led to a thirty-year rift between its star actors. Luke discovers that he does a great impression of a classic TV character. And Miss Manners weighs-in on whether or not it's okay to stand up at non-rock ‘n' roll performances.

Welcome to Awesome Etiquette, where we explore modern etiquette through the lens of consideration, respect and honesty. On today's show we take your questions on RSVPing with an asterisk, walkers entering your private yard, the rules for wearing white at a wedding, and thank you notes in other countries. For Awesome Etiquette Community Members our question is about visitors using your house as a “crash pad” rather than coming to spend time with you. Plus your most excellent feedback, etiquette salute and a postscript on performative etiquette from a recent Miss Manners column. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 932, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: the quotable nixon 1: 1973:"People have got to know whether or not their president is" one of these; "well I'm not" one of these. a crook. 2: 1970:This Asian nation is "A great and vital people who should not remain isolated...". China. 3: 1977:"When the president does it, that means that it is not" this. illegal. 4: 1969:"It's time for the great" this "of Americans to stand up and be counted". the silent majority. 5: 1962:"You won't have Nixon to kick around anymore, because, gentlemen, this is my last" of these. press conference. Round 2. Category: charmed, i'm sure 1: The more important a person you meet in Japan, the lower and longer you do this. bow. 2: He may be addressed in conversation as "Most Holy Father". the pope. 3: Dr. Leo Buscaglia aside, Miss Manners says a gentleman shouldn't kiss or do this to a lady when first meeting. hug her. 4: It's the French equivalent of the English "charmed" or the Spanish "encantado". enchante. 5: Since Robert Rubin took over the Treasury Department, he's been addressed as Mr. this. Mr. Secretary. Round 3. Category: seasonal stuff 1: Autumn is also called fall because it's when these fall. leaves. 2: Seasonal term for a week when college kids don't have class, like at Bakersfield College April 9-13, 2001. spring break. 3: In ancient times this spooky autumn holiday of ours marked the beginning of winter. Halloween. 4: In the U.S. winter ends on or about the 21st of this month. March. 5: Some animals estivate in summer; others practice this sleepy winter equivalent. hibernating. Round 4. Category: u.s. territories 1: Visited by Columbus on his second voyage west in 1493, this commonwealth became part of the U.S. in 1898. Puerto Rico. 2: A Pacific island group is divided into the independent nation called this and a U.S. territory called "American" this. Samoa. 3: Their capital, Charlotte Amalie, was founded in 1672 and named for the Danish queen. the Virgin Islands. 4: U.S. ownership of Navassa Island in the Caribbean is disputed by this nation that traces its claims back to France. Haiti. 5: In 1927 the U.S.granted citizenship to residents of this territory in the West Indies whose 3 main islands all bear saintly names. the U.S. Virgin Islands. Round 5. Category: national historic parks 1: Cumberland Gap Park contains parts of Tennessee, Virginia and this state. Kentucky. 2: Of Faneuil Hall, Bunker Hill or Fraunces Tavern, the one not part of Boston Park. Fraunces Tavern. 3: Hawthorne's home is in the Massachusetts park named for one of these ready-in-a-moment soldiers. a Minuteman. 4: Established in 1978, the War in the Pacific Park is on this island in the Marianas. Guam. 5: This park where the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers join was once home to an Army arsenal. Harpers Ferry. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia! Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/

These days, barely a second thought is given to sending off some manner or another of virtual correspondence. But back in the infancy of computer-typed messaging, Miss Manners had quite a few things to say about how inappropriate its use was, as Abbey and Victoria talk about on This Week in Tech History. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Miss Manners confronts copy-and-paste. WinRAR patches bugs. When Airplane mode isn't. How many cryptographers to change a light bulb? Intro and outro music by Edith Mudge (www.edithmudge.com)

A Classic RISK! episode from our early years! In the thirty-third episode of our third season, Dave Hill, Elna Baker, Carlos Kotkin, Michael Pope and Kelli Dunham share stories they would never tell Miss Manners. • Pitch us your story! risk-show.com/submissions • Support RISK! through Patreon at patreon.com/risk or make a one-time donation: paypal.me/riskshow • Get tickets to RISK! live shows: risk-show.com/live • Get the RISK! Book and shop for merch: risk-show.com/shop • Take our storytelling classes: thestorystudio.org • Hire Kevin Allison as a coach or get personalized videos: kevinallison.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Roughly 60 people are now being cared for after deputies learned they were trafficked from across the border and forced to process illegally grown marijuana in Merced. Investigators also found 60 people who had been moved across the border and promised good-paying jobs upon their arrival, along with a good place to stay. Deputies say the people were instead housed in terrible living conditions and a teenager was also said to have been working alongside adults. A scammer pretending to be from the Clovis Police Department targeted a woman from Clovis saying he was the chief of police – but instead used the name of the chief of the Clovis, New Mexico, police department. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode 118 Tuesday June 20, 2023 On the Needles 2:04 ALL KNITTING LINKS GO TO RAVELRY UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED.  Please visit our Instagram page @craftcookreadrepeat for non-Rav photos and info     Stephen West sock MKAL!  4 clues July 6-27 Shetland Wool Week hat! Sept 23- Oct 1, 2023   Vanilla is the New Black by Anneh Fletcher, White Birch Fiber Arts in LIttle Birdie (2016)-- remake a project Dark Academia by Sharon Hartley, Porter Wool Co fingering in Huntress, Serendipidye Coastside in Blossom  The More You Gnome by Sarah Schira, Plucky Knitter Plucky Feet in Miss Manners, Yarntini Sock in Match Point and Ginger Ice– DONE!! Rocky Mountain Beanie by Nancy Bates– DONE!! Gemini by Jane Richmond, zombie yarns Thriller in Bumbleberry (dk, 75% cotton 25%linen, stitches 2022 $5 GOOB sale) On the Easel 12:42 New Heron tattoo, being inked on Friday! Lots of floral paintings in the sketchbook New pencil easels!!   On the Table 16:11 Pickled strawberries from Strawberries by Susan Spungen (!) Stewed Chickpea with zucchini from Simply Julia Back to saucy business– roasted tomato vinaigrette, dill sauce for socca   Angry Grandma Detroit-style (well, Sicilian, actually) pizza from Smitten Kitchen Keepers. Fire Cracker Chicken from Masonfit.com Breakfast for dinner Lasagne dinner party   On the Nightstand 27:32 We are now a Bookshop.org affiliate!  You can visit our shop to find books we've talked about or click on the links below.  The books are supplied by local independent bookstores and a percentage goes to us at no cost to you!   The Mostly True Story of Tanner and Louise by Colleen Oakley Last Heir to the Blackwood Library by Hester Fox J is for Judgment by Sue Grafton (audio) Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice for Murderers by Jesse Q. Sutanto The Lock-Up by John Banville Happy Place by Emily Henry True Love Experiment by Christina Lauren Witch King by Martha Wells  Gone Like Yesterday by Janelle M. Williams (audio) Diary of a Void by Emi Yago (transl. David Boyd & Lucy North) The Trackers by Charles Frazier The Dog of the North by Elizabeth McKenzie Bingo 53:20 Starts friday may 26, ends Mon Sept 4 Need to post a photo of completed Bingo with #CCRRsummerbingo2023 to instagram or Ravelry.  Get a blackout for a second entry. Complete all three bird themed squares for bird themed prize.   Pickled strawberries Craft an accessory– rocky mountain hat   Cortney's squares: Debut author Diary of a Void Pizza–my way! Bird-themed craft: heron tattoo & incoming bird patch for travel sketch kit Started new project: pencil easels Finished a (7-year+) work-in-progress: 3 remaining upholstered chairs for patio

Our Judges answer a question about pool etiquette and give some of their Do's and Don't's for how to have a fun pool party for everyone.

Episode 117 June 8, 2023 On the Needles 4:58 ALL KNITTING LINKS GO TO RAVELRY UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED.  Please visit our Instagram page @craftcookreadrepeat for non-Rav photos and info     Gridlines by Susanne Sommer, Lemonade Shop simple sock in Ugh People Mahalle toe up sock by Urth Yarns, Uneek in color 66– DONE!! Dark Academia by Sharon Hartley, Porter Wool Co fingering in Huntress, Serendipidye Coastside in Blossom  The More You Gnome by Sarah Schira, Plucky Knitter Plucky Feet in Miss Manners, Yarntini Sock in Match Point and Ginger Ice On the Easel 12:43 June art focus & a little poetry?   On the Table 15:28   New cookbook review coming later this summer: Veg Forward by Susan Spungen   Fast tomato curry with eggs from How to Cook Everything Vegetarian   Asparagus soup and Sugar snaps with ricotta from Weekday Vegetarians   https://smittenkitchen.com/2023/05/easy-strawberry-lemonade/   Strawberry Creme Fraiche Bars from 100 Cookies My gosh, these were SO GREAT! Parmesan Crackers from Savory Baking Duck-fat potatoes Ricotta Meatballs from I Dream of Dinner Temple lunch salads On the Nightstand 29:51 We are now a Bookshop.org affiliate!  You can visit our shop to find books we've talked about or click on the links below.  The books are supplied by local independent bookstores and a percentage goes to us at no cost to you!   The Tudors in Love by Sarah Gristwood The Queen's Gambit by Elizabeth Freemantle (audio) Gigi, Listening by Chantel Guertin  A Spinster's Guide to Danger and Dukes by Manda Collins I is for Innocent by Sue Grafton (audio) Two Nights in Lisbon by Chris Pavone (audio)  Symphony of Secrets by Brendan Slocumb  Echo by Pam Muñoz Ryan (audio) The Fires by Sigríður Hagalín Björnsdóttir, trans by Larissa Kyzer  Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld  Hang the Moon by Jeannette Walls Fashionopolis by Dana Thomas   Bingo 54:39 Starts friday may 26, ends Mon Sept 4 Need to post a photo of completed Bingo with #CCRRsummerbingo2023 to instagram or Ravelry.  Get a blackout for a second entry. Complete all three bird themed squares for bird themed prize. Debut author: gigi listening Someplace to visit: Iceland/the Fires New project: gnome POC: Symphony of Secrets    Taught Nate to make granola Read a different genre re: Fashionopolis Baked Parmesan Crackers from scratch Cooked bird-themed/duck-fat potatoes!

Genevieve joins the show to discuss her love of advice columns and to judge some recent submissions to Ask Amy and Miss Manners. She also talks about her long-forgotten  novel and why she eventually cut Andrew's character out of it. 

Ed and OB discuss rednecks. Once Ed is done with handling feedback he goes after Cinnamon Rolls, Elevators and making friends on vacation. By the time he is done we will all need a vacation.

The LGBTQ community has managed to infiltrate the guardians of the etiquette gates and now, manners' columnists and so-called etiquette experts everywhere are actually putting forth the notions that it's polite to pretend boys who want to be girls, and vice versa, can actually do so by changing their pronouns or clothing styles. This is yet one more sign of the cultural degradation that's rotting America from within -- and there's one etiquette expert who's had enough of it and is fighting the LGBTQ deceptions. Kelley Yates, author and internationally known etiquette trainer, chats on how to fight the dangerous LGBTQ lies that are being pushed into society and more than that, why it matters. As manners go, so goes the culture, so goes the political systems, so goes the entire nation.

Melanie Broyles, Miss Manners joins Carol and Tom talking about holiday party behavior. 

Miss Manners dodges a question about whether men should remove hats indoors. Are there cultural conventions about dress that matter anymore? Stop by your local Walmart to view a veritable anti-fashion show of pajamas, fuzzy slippers and sports bras put on by ordinary shoppers. What do you think about appropriate attire in public? Does it matter? Did it ever? And, if so, why? Scott Ott, Stephen Green and Bill Whittle create five new episodes of Right Angle weekly — one for Members only. To tap the full archive, visit https://BillWhittle.com

The LA Weekly called Amy Alkon "Miss Manners With Fangs." Alkon recognized that the manners questions of our age aren't where to put the doily or whether the man should walk on the outside, but what you do when some rudester is shouting on their cell phone next to you at the coffee house. Alkon, the author of a hilarious new book called I SEE RUDE PEOPLE, has come up with innovative and surprisingly effective ways to combat The New Rudeness for both the brave and the meek. Alkon is also known as The Advice Goddess, and is a syndicated love advice columnist in papers across the U.S. and Canada, blogging at advicegoddess.com. She's appeared on numerous TV and radio shows in the US and Canada, including Q and the Steven and Chris show. She hopes you'll join her in her mission to make our daily lives stop feeling like one big wrestling smackdown.******************************************************************To listen to all our XZBN shows, with our compliments go to: https://www.spreaker.com/user/xzoneradiotv*** AND NOW ***The ‘X' Zone TV Channel on SimulTV - www.simultv.comThe ‘X' Chronicles Newspaper - www.xchroniclesnewspaper.com ******************************************************************

Judith Martin, better known to millions of readers as Miss Manners, joins Tim to talk about good manners, an understanding of etiquette and civility are as important as ever. Judith is an author and a syndicated columnist. In this episode, she talks about her career at the Washington Post, about how etiquette and manners in society have evolved, and about her new book called, “Minding Miss Manners: In an Era of Fake Etiquette.” This episode was first released April 27, 2020. https://traffic.libsyn.com/secure/shapingopinion/Encore_-_Miss_Manners.mp3 In Judith Martin's official bio, she describes herself as being a quote – “perfect lady in an imperfect society.” She's Miss Manners, the pioneer mother of today's civility movement. And then with her wry sense of humor, she adds, quote, “Now, if she could only persuade people to practice civility as much as they talk about it.” Her syndicated newspaper column under the heading of Miss Manners is distributed three times a week in more than 200 newspapers in the United States and other countries. Her column has chronicled matters of manners since 1978. She's written several books over the years, and she has received numerous honors for her work, among them the National Humanities Medal in recognition of her contributions to society as America's foremost etiquette columnist and author. In these current times, you wouldn't be faulted if you believe that the world needs a champion for better manners now more than ever. Judith Martin is that champion. Links Minding Miss Manners: In an Era of Fake Etiquette, Good Reads Miss Manners, Syndicated Columns MissManners.com Miss Manners Archive, Washington Post Judith Martin Books, Amazon.com About this Episode's Guest Judith Martin Photo Credit: Daniel Lake Judith Martin, aka Miss Manners, is a columnist, bestselling author of numerous books, and manners authority. Born a perfect lady in an imperfect society, Miss Manners is the pioneer mother of today's civility movement. She lives in Washington, D.C. and Venice, Italy.

Miss Manners has been an authority on etiquette since 1978... and now it's time for her to hang out with the Secret Squad! In this bite-sized episode, Mrs. Judith Martin- aka Miss Manners- talks about the role of etiquette in society! Robin and Mrs. Martin discuss how social media has impacted politeness, how to raise polite children, and why you should not match rudeness with more rudeness! Mrs. Martin also discusses why the phrase "I'm just being honest" is rude, and why she isn't a fan of gift registries! If you were ever fascinated with why etiquette matters, this fun episode is for you. Also, an elegant "Please and Thank You" cocktail to try at home! More info at www.ivegotasecretwithrobinmcgraw.com Episode Resources: Website: www.missmanners.com/ Miss Manners column: www.uexpress.com/life/miss-manners Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you don't “feel” your age, you are not alone. In this power packed episode Robert Smythe and I discuss age mindset, decoding & understanding where we “fit”, ADHD co-occurring identification, time blindness, saying “sorry,” theater-social understanding-Miss Manners and Workplace communication just to list the highlights in this episode you don't want to miss. Robert Smythe is the host of the A Team Podcast, Theater professor, late identified autistic, and a fabulous pastry chef just to name some of the things he does in the world. Who he is BEing is what I absolutely adore!! I am only one voice among many and I can't wait to share my incredible friends with you and let you know that you are not alone on this autism journey, we are here with you. Join us each Wednesday on your favorite platform. Be sure to subscribe so you don't miss the latest episode and if you are loving the show, please take a moment to give a 5 star rating (If I've earned it) and a review on your listening platform or a comment under the video. Help your friend who is just starting their autism journey and share the show with them too. We all need a helping hand and a friend looking out for us. Be that friend. I look forward to hearing what you've learned each week. Share in the comments or on Instagram. Visit me on the web at: www.socialautie.com GUEST Contact INFO: Robert Smythe On Instagram @VoiceSmythe @ATeamPodcast https://www.instagram.com/voicesmythe/?hl=en https://www.instagram.com/ateampodcast/?hl=en --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/socialautie/support

On today's episode of TOSPWSAJ, Doug finds a massage parlor that women are not that into but guys like it a lot. AND Kip takes you on a tour of the best places to nap at Disneyland. PLUS we visit the best Arby's in the world, and the worst Supercuts. THEN we get a visit from Miss Manners, all while being wiretapped by the Clark County Sheriff's department for our connection to the Scott and Jeff Disappearance. Notice we didn't say murder. This is not a murder investigation. Technically, it is a "Missing Persons" case. The bodies have not been located, and we doubt they ever will be. So relax and enjoy the first episode of the Sixty Thousandth Season of TOSPWoSAJ!

Where has everybody's manners gone? Doesn't anybody have good manners anymore ? For over 40 years, syndicated columnist Judith Martin -- better known as Miss Manners -- has been helping people navigate the often confusing Waters of good manners . In her polite but firm way, Martin answers readers questions about what constitutes good manners and good etiquette in today's world. In 1990, Martin wrote a book called Miss Manners Guide For The Turn of Tthe Millennium. And that was when I had one of many conversations that I've had with her over the years.

We talk about the blizzard, bridges and types of dad.

All our fellow sweet souls with ESA's tucked under your arms, we see you. And while we're not focusing on what your

Is *protocol* still relevant in these times? Absolutely, says this former United States Chief of Protocol. As a first-generation American, Capricia Penavic Marshall understood the value and influence of etiquette + cultural niceties from an early age. Growing up in a multi-cultural family and taking ‘Miss Manners' classes as a girl, diplomacy became a practice she would continue to master, and later put to work as President Obama's social and cultural advisor in the position of Chief of Protocol. On Glambition Radio, you'll learn how Capricia served as White House Social Secretary in the Clinton administration, and United States Chief of Protocol in the Obama administration… roles where she enhanced traditional protocol methods with modern tools to build and strengthen relationships between dignitaries and industry leaders world-wide. The post Capricia Penavic Marshall, Former White House Chief of Protocol — Glambition® Radio Episode 224 with Ali Brown appeared first on Ali Brown.

Jim and Joel discuss Covid-19 and Jim decides that he is the Miss Manners of Etiquette dealing with the Pandemic. We learn Joel is allowed to wander outside the house as long as he doesn't molest the golfers.

Your Job Matters, Miss Manners, Mother's Day and Dunkin Donuts, More Tolkien, Relationships, Honorary Doctorate, Guys Talking Cars, Swimming Upstream, Change, Veggie Tales Schnookered,  Spending on Mother's Day, Awkward After a Concert, Brant's Class Ring; Quotes: “Jobs are good to have if for no other reason they force us to serve people.” “The price to pay for being in relationships is being around people who are wrong.” “I'm feeling schnookered by Veggie Tales.”