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	<title>Comments on: Jumper Cables, Eddie Murphy &amp; the Myth of Masculinity</title>
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		<title>By: SEX, GUNS AND REVENGE (The Erotic Nature of “Point Blank”) &#171; Grumpy Guy Cinema</title>
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		<dc:creator>SEX, GUNS AND REVENGE (The Erotic Nature of “Point Blank”) &#171; Grumpy Guy Cinema</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:15:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] A buddy of mine wrote a hilarious post about jumper cables; how he didn’t know how to use them, and that he was afraid of being asked to. The reason being that not being able to use jumper cables exposes his shortcomings as a man. I have the same problem with parallel parking. But anyway. The traditional test of a man’s “manhood” is the ability to sexually please or dominate his lover. As tough as Lee Marvin is, in “Point Blank” he plays the chump, the cuckold, the man who was unable to sexually please his woman, and as a result, had her stolen away by another man. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] A buddy of mine wrote a hilarious post about jumper cables; how he didn’t know how to use them, and that he was afraid of being asked to. The reason being that not being able to use jumper cables exposes his shortcomings as a man. I have the same problem with parallel parking. But anyway. The traditional test of a man’s “manhood” is the ability to sexually please or dominate his lover. As tough as Lee Marvin is, in “Point Blank” he plays the chump, the cuckold, the man who was unable to sexually please his woman, and as a result, had her stolen away by another man. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: blorvak</title>
		<link>http://badazzmofo.com/?p=510&#038;cpage=1#comment-319</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 17:40:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know that this has absolutely nothing to do with the point of your post, but for future reference:

Hook Positive(+) to Positive(+)
Hook Negative(-) to Ground (some metal on car)

The hard part is finding metal on modern autos.  Clamp to what looks like metal, and twist a bit.  If you can produce a few sparks, you&#039;re good to go.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know that this has absolutely nothing to do with the point of your post, but for future reference:</p>
<p>Hook Positive(+) to Positive(+)<br />
Hook Negative(-) to Ground (some metal on car)</p>
<p>The hard part is finding metal on modern autos.  Clamp to what looks like metal, and twist a bit.  If you can produce a few sparks, you&#8217;re good to go.</p>
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		<title>By: mikimonster</title>
		<link>http://badazzmofo.com/?p=510&#038;cpage=1#comment-317</link>
		<dc:creator>mikimonster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:45:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lol. In my relationship, there is no question that I am the &quot;man&quot;. I remodel the house, I buy power tools, I go to Home Depot and fix shit. Chris, as thee antithesis, is great at buying groceries, toilet paper, cleaning the bathroom, and creating nice moods by lighting candles and incense. 

However, several weeks ago, he did impress the hell out of me when after his battery died and he found a willing volunteer, he deftly grabbed the cables from the back of his car, hooked them up, and brought that baby back to life. I practically swooned. :D</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lol. In my relationship, there is no question that I am the &#8220;man&#8221;. I remodel the house, I buy power tools, I go to Home Depot and fix shit. Chris, as thee antithesis, is great at buying groceries, toilet paper, cleaning the bathroom, and creating nice moods by lighting candles and incense. </p>
<p>However, several weeks ago, he did impress the hell out of me when after his battery died and he found a willing volunteer, he deftly grabbed the cables from the back of his car, hooked them up, and brought that baby back to life. I practically swooned. <img src='http://badazzmofo.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Chief Scalpum Whiteman</title>
		<link>http://badazzmofo.com/?p=510&#038;cpage=1#comment-315</link>
		<dc:creator>Chief Scalpum Whiteman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 05:09:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One dark and stormy night, about 10 years ago, Ian and I were at the Tower Video in the parking lot of Beaverton Mall. Ian recognized this chick from high school, and she had her hood up and was parked right next to us. Her car was this shitty cream colored &#039;73 Vega. She had a carload of groceries and it was pouring down rain. She TOLD us to jump her car. I didn&#039;t know how to do it, and at the time Ian knew even less about cars than I did. We told her that, and she whined, &quot;You&#039;re guys! You&#039;re supposed to know this stuff!&quot; and kind of stomped off, sighing and being melodramatic. I was thinking about letting her use my cell phone to call somebody who gave a shit, but after that show, neither of us offered anything, and we just quietly drove off, leaving her in the rain.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One dark and stormy night, about 10 years ago, Ian and I were at the Tower Video in the parking lot of Beaverton Mall. Ian recognized this chick from high school, and she had her hood up and was parked right next to us. Her car was this shitty cream colored &#8217;73 Vega. She had a carload of groceries and it was pouring down rain. She TOLD us to jump her car. I didn&#8217;t know how to do it, and at the time Ian knew even less about cars than I did. We told her that, and she whined, &#8220;You&#8217;re guys! You&#8217;re supposed to know this stuff!&#8221; and kind of stomped off, sighing and being melodramatic. I was thinking about letting her use my cell phone to call somebody who gave a shit, but after that show, neither of us offered anything, and we just quietly drove off, leaving her in the rain.</p>
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