<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:45:26.863Z</updated><category term='Relacionamentos'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='problemas'/><category term='citação e comentário'/><category term='Discriminações'/><category term='Resmunguices'/><category term='post roubado'/><category term='Dúvidas'/><category term='citação'/><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='contra-informação'/><category term='vídeos - humor'/><category term='Mitos'/><category term='livros'/><category term='música'/><category term='estereótipos'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>O hOMEM pASMADO</title><subtitle type='html'>desabafos de um troglodita moderno</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-646012938088803379</id><published>2011-09-18T00:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:11:22.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"As únicas mulheres com quem vale a pena casar são aquelas que não são confiáveis como esposas."&lt;br /&gt;- Cesare Pavese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-646012938088803379?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/646012938088803379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=646012938088803379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/646012938088803379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/646012938088803379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-unicas-mulheres-com-quem-vale-pena.html' title=''/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4801331167001034872</id><published>2011-09-14T12:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:40:45.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>A Ok Teleseguro "does it again"!</title><content type='html'>Em &lt;a href="http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2004/11/00030-chamem-brigada-feminista-j.html"&gt;Novembro de 2004&lt;/a&gt; resmunguei com um anúncio da Ok Teleseguro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, têm outro muito engraçado em que surgem duas situações distintas:&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira, uma tipa liga ao marido. Tinha estampado o carro dele!&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda, ele liga à esposa. Tinha o carro avariado!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note-se a diferença no estilo:&lt;br /&gt;A gaja conduz o carro do marido (coitada, não tem guito para comprar um para ela) e o problema é ter batido com o carro. Só podia ser uma gaja, não sabe conduzir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gajo, conduz o carro dele e coitado, teve o azar do carro avariar. Sim, porque os gajos conduzem bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de mim, ou algo anda muito estereotipado nestes anúncios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4801331167001034872?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4801331167001034872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4801331167001034872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4801331167001034872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4801331167001034872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-teleseguro-does-it-again.html' title='A Ok Teleseguro &quot;does it again&quot;!'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7065164522605583507</id><published>2011-09-09T12:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:23:57.254+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos'/><title type='text'>"How to Make Love Like a Caveman"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Christopher Ryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Author and Psychologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“Asked to imagine prehistoric human sex, most of us conjure the hackneyed image of the caveman, dragging a dazed woman by her hair with one hand, a club in the other...This image is mistaken in every detail.” On the other hand, if we took an honest look at our dysfunctional sexual lives today, this is what we would find: “We are all victims of a well-intentioned inquisition: American society has responded to this crisis by inventing a marital-industrial complex of couples therapy, pharmaceutical hard-ons, sex advice columnists, creepy father-daughter purity cults.” Viagra breaks sales records every year. Pornography worldwide is perhaps a $100 billion business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;--//--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Christopher Ryan: To understand how closely related we are to Chimps and Bonobos; we’re more closely related to them than an Indian elephant is to an African elephant.  It’s extremely close, whether you look at it in terms of DNA or how long it’s been since the lines, the evolutionary lines diverged.  And it’s important to know that we’re equidistant from Chimps and Bonobos.  So any time you read that Chimps are the closest non-human primate to us or conversely that Bonobos are the closest, they’re both false.  Chimps and Bonobos are equidistant from humans.  As close as your left hand and your right hand are to your head.  They’re exactly the same distance.  So it’s very important to understand that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, on one side you’ve got Chimps, who are very aggressive, there’s evidence of warfare between groups.  Murder is relatively common, rape is common, infanticide.  All sorts of aggressive behavior is rampant in Chimp societies.  But on the other side, you have Bonobo’s, who are very highly sexualized, and in which over 40 years that they’ve been observed in the wild and in captivity, not a single case of murder or infanticide or rape or lethal combat between groups has ever been observed.  Not in zoos, not in the wild.  So they’re sort of the light and the dark side of human nature, we could say.  And it’s important not to fall for this line that we’re closer to Chimps and therefore the nasty, aggressive, dark side of man, as one book puts it, is more deeply embedded in us than the other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What we all share, the three of us, the Chimps, the common Chimps, the Bonobo, and humans is an exaggerated sexuality where the vast majority of the sexual behavior that we experience has nothing at all to do with reproduction. Over 99 percent of our sex acts don’t result in conception.  That’s very unusual in the animal world.  Most animals, including most primates, other than the three of us, the Chimps, Bonobos and humans, might have sex a few times a year.  Gorillas, for example, probably have sex 10 to 15 times for each baby gorilla that’s born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now you think about how many times an average human being has sex over a lifetime.  And I’m not only talking about intercourse, think of all the types of sex we have that can’t possibly result in conception.  It's a very small percentage of our sexual behavior that really has anything to do at all with reproduction.  We share this trait with Chimps and Bonobos.  We split from them about seven million years ago.  So according to conventional thinking and evolutionary theory, if a trait is shared between these three species that separated six to seven million years ago, it’s very likely that that trait was shared also by the last common ancestor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So we can look back to six to seven million years and say, that has been six to seven million years of human primate promiscuity, pretty much uninterrupted until we get to 10,000 years ago with agriculture and the advent of monogamy.  So that gives you a sense of why it’s so difficult for most people.  We’ve been, you know, going down this same path for so long and then suddenly we’re told, no, no, that’s not the way we behave anymore.  And in fact, that’s not natural.  So if you behave that way or you want to behave that way or you fanaticize about behaving that way or you get off on watching other people behave that way, there’s something wrong with you.  You’re sick.  There’s something wrong with your relationship if you think about someone other than your husband or wife every time you have sex.  There’s something wrong with you or something wrong with him or her.  That’s all wrong.  That’s not only wrong, but it creates untold suffering in people because they feel shame about something there’s no reason they should feel shame about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7065164522605583507?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7065164522605583507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7065164522605583507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7065164522605583507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7065164522605583507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-make-love-like-caveman.html' title='&quot;How to Make Love Like a Caveman&quot;'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5916786440277661119</id><published>2011-08-24T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:45:25.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando uma mulher diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Não te preocupes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Podes ter a certeza que tens mesmo de te preocupar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5916786440277661119?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5916786440277661119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5916786440277661119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5916786440277661119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5916786440277661119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-uma-mulher-diz-nao-te-preocupes.html' title=''/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8122889363385199158</id><published>2011-06-15T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:47:39.005+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0042</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma"&gt;“Para uma mulher ser feliz, devia ter um homem para o dia e outro para a noite.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;- Ana Maria Magalhães, escritora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8122889363385199158?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8122889363385199158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8122889363385199158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8122889363385199158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8122889363385199158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/06/curtas-0042.html' title='Curtas #0042'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6122215654263177684</id><published>2011-05-13T21:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:51:50.717+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Casar ou não casar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Publicado por: Daniel Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://polyportugal.blogspot.com/2011/04/casar-ou-nao-casar.html"&gt;http://polyportugal.blogspot.com/2011/04/casar-ou-nao-casar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tendo em conta que hoje ninguém se cala com o raio do casamento "real", vamos então falar de casamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;«As mulheres e os homens não se deviam casar, porque o amor é como as estações - vai e vem.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Yang Erche Namu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Agora vocês estão a perguntar-se quem diabos é Yang Erche Namu ou, até, se Yang Erche Namu é do sexo masculino, feminino, ou outra coisa qualquer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Será um/@ filósofx?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pois, lamento desapontar, mas não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yang Erche Namu é uma mulher da tribo &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/dec/19/china-mosuo-tribe-matriarchy"&gt;Mosuo&lt;/a&gt;. Os seus conceitos de relações são bastante diferentes. Nesta tribo, os homens são convidados pelas mulheres a passar uns momentos (ou umas noites, mas normalmente sem ficarem lá a dormir) com elas. Eles não têm uma palavra para casamento, usam a expressão sese, que pode ser traduzida por "andar" ou "em andamento"; também não têm palavra para "marido" ou "esposa" - usam azhu, que significa "amigx".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Isto não quer dizer que eles têm um arranjo social melhor ou pior do que o nosso. Quer apenas dizer que, sim, existem diferentes formas de viver. Existem sociedades matriarcais, existem sociedades onde o amor não se vive da mesma forma, existem sociedades onde as relações não têm os elementos de pompa e circunstância a que aqui nos habituamos e que transformamos em verdadeiro fetish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma coisa é certa: no meio de toda esta exuberância ridícula e desprezível, sem dúvida que a ligeireza e simplicidade dos Mosuo se torna ainda mais interessante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De onde tirei eu isto tudo? Do fantástico Sex at Dawn, que aconselho toda a gente a ler. Se acharam que o Mito da Monogamia era bom, este consegue ser bem melhor ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6122215654263177684?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6122215654263177684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6122215654263177684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6122215654263177684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6122215654263177684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/05/casar-ou-nao-casar-publicado-por-daniel.html' title=''/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5438579085087073029</id><published>2011-04-09T16:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:25:20.953+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Interpol, "No I in threesome"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eAaXS_wioYg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5438579085087073029?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5438579085087073029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5438579085087073029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5438579085087073029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5438579085087073029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/04/interpol-no-i-in-threesome.html' title='Interpol, &quot;No I in threesome&quot;'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eAaXS_wioYg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4650639490109459143</id><published>2011-03-18T20:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:27:09.611Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gd4cSA_JA4/TYO_zk5p3LI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Swc3SuhW8AE/s1600/image00127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585518855669275826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gd4cSA_JA4/TYO_zk5p3LI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Swc3SuhW8AE/s400/image00127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4650639490109459143?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4650639490109459143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4650639490109459143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4650639490109459143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4650639490109459143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gd4cSA_JA4/TYO_zk5p3LI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Swc3SuhW8AE/s72-c/image00127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7905190504738410416</id><published>2010-09-09T11:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:41:25.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>...devagar se vai ao longe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... mas há coisas que deveriam andar mais rápido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu reclamo a independência da mulher, o seu direito a sustentar-se a si mesma; a viver sozinha; a amar quem quiser, e quantos quiser. Eu reclamo liberdade para ambos os sexos, liberdade de acção, liberdade no amor e liberdade na maternidade”&lt;br /&gt;- Emma Goldman, 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubado daqui: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://polyportugal.blogspot.com/2010/09/mutatis-mutandis.html#comments"&gt;http://polyportugal.blogspot.com/2010/09/mutatis-mutandis.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7905190504738410416?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7905190504738410416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7905190504738410416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7905190504738410416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7905190504738410416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/09/devagar-se-vai-ao-longe.html' title='...devagar se vai ao longe...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1354958443613787448</id><published>2010-08-14T07:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T08:18:27.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>1 é pouco, 2 é bom, 3 é ótimo</title><content type='html'>Salvaguardando a questão metafórica do número 3 (poderão ser 4 ou 5)&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;a ideia que tenho sobre os relacionamentos a "+ que 2", é que o maior obstáculo à sua concretização com sucesso, é também a sua maior virtude:&lt;br /&gt;É preciso mais maturidade da parte dos intervenientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que a coisa não vai lá com boas intenções e lindas teorias :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1354958443613787448?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1354958443613787448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1354958443613787448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1354958443613787448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1354958443613787448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-e-pouco-2-e-bom-3-e-otimo.html' title='1 é pouco, 2 é bom, 3 é ótimo'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1727624357075131337</id><published>2010-04-14T12:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:31:22.000+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>Amor &amp; Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque será que é "fácil" (pelo menos para mim) deixar de amar alguém e tão difícil deixar de estar apaixonado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser porque o amor se constrói a dois e necessitar de feed-back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser que a paixão, sendo um trabalho a solo, essencialmente uma construção que se faz do outro e que, estando maioritáriamente na nossa cabecinha, precise de mais trabalho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos de nos desconvencer daquilo que construímos e acreditávamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1727624357075131337?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1727624357075131337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1727624357075131337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1727624357075131337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1727624357075131337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-paixao.html' title='Amor &amp; Paixão'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-9138375403095113949</id><published>2010-03-02T14:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:56:19.100Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação e comentário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>Consultório Sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S40l_hIO5eI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OPUBQrVyXRo/s1600-h/maria101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444049297715684834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S40l_hIO5eI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OPUBQrVyXRo/s400/maria101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Querida Sandra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece-me uma excelente ideia, a do seu namorado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E apenas a sua falta de imaginação a leva a não encontrar solução para o seu problema:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informe o seu namorado que também você tem o dever de dar aos homens que a assediam, "o que eles querem".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alternativa, como você parece ser masoquista, ofereça-lhe um chicote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-9138375403095113949?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/9138375403095113949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=9138375403095113949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/9138375403095113949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/9138375403095113949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/03/consultorio-sentimental.html' title='Consultório Sentimental'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S40l_hIO5eI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OPUBQrVyXRo/s72-c/maria101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3075175082898710830</id><published>2010-02-27T12:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:13:43.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0041</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito que neste deserto cinzento, são as mulheres a saber por trás de que dunas se escondem os oásis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas só guiam quem lhes dá na real gana, as marotas :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://murcon.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-filho-da-mae.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://murcon.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-filho-da-mae.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3075175082898710830?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3075175082898710830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3075175082898710830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3075175082898710830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3075175082898710830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/02/curtas-0041.html' title='Curtas #0041'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1230832047335004515</id><published>2010-02-14T21:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:13:05.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0040</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S3hl4dzQa-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nc_5GhnR_OU/s1600-h/Concurso_de_gemeos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208570796567522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S3hl4dzQa-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nc_5GhnR_OU/s400/Concurso_de_gemeos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1230832047335004515?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1230832047335004515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1230832047335004515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1230832047335004515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1230832047335004515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/02/curtas-0040.html' title='Curtas #0040'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S3hl4dzQa-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nc_5GhnR_OU/s72-c/Concurso_de_gemeos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-791343583942006483</id><published>2010-01-11T23:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:15:35.648Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0039</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S0u--6apk9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/UrCDbiQKEXU/s1600-h/zits-pierced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425640164140094418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S0u--6apk9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/UrCDbiQKEXU/s400/zits-pierced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Os relacionamentos são como chouriços, o melhor é não saber como são feitos."&lt;br /&gt;- BD: "Zitts, Pierced"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-791343583942006483?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/791343583942006483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=791343583942006483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/791343583942006483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/791343583942006483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/01/curtas-0039.html' title='Curtas #0039'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/S0u--6apk9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/UrCDbiQKEXU/s72-c/zits-pierced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-933397804715523359</id><published>2010-01-03T05:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:36:48.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.205 Não tenho paciência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...para tipas monogâmicas com complexos de Príncipe Encantado ou Almas Gémeas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-933397804715523359?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/933397804715523359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=933397804715523359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/933397804715523359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/933397804715523359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2010/01/00206-nao-tenho-paciencia.html' title='#00.205 Não tenho paciência...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4242209868755268889</id><published>2009-12-26T06:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:36:34.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>#00.204 The The, "True Happiness This Way Lies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And have you ever wanted something so badly&lt;br /&gt;that it possessed your body &amp;amp; your soul&lt;br /&gt;through the night &amp;amp; through the day&lt;br /&gt;until you finally get it!&lt;br /&gt;And then you realize&lt;br /&gt;that it wasn't what you wanted after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then those selfsame sickly little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;now go &amp;amp; attach themselves to something....&lt;br /&gt;....or somebody....new!&lt;br /&gt;And the whole goddamn thing starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been crushing the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;but I can't locate the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could God really be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;To give us feelings that could never be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;I've got my sights set on you.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my sight set on you&lt;br /&gt;And someday, someday, someday, you'll come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking over your shoulder for something new&lt;br /&gt;'cause I ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't ever found peace with the religion of the world&lt;br /&gt;I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only true freedom is freedom from the heart's desires&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the only true happiness....this way lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4242209868755268889?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4242209868755268889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4242209868755268889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4242209868755268889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4242209868755268889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/12/the-true-happiness-this-way-lies.html' title='#00.204 The The, &quot;True Happiness This Way Lies&quot;'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-2367106166858125556</id><published>2009-12-20T14:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:46:36.225Z</updated><title type='text'>#00.203 Kerista</title><content type='html'>Kerista&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerista was a new religion that was started in New York City in 1956 by John Peltz "Bro Jud" Presmont. Throughout much of its history, Kerista was centered on the ideals of polyfidelity (called "responsible non-monogamy") and creation of intentional communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;From 1971 until 1991, the community was centered at the Kerista Commune (not a single physical building), founded in San Francisco, California. The Keristans practiced group marriage and maintained a very high profile which included publication of a popular free newspaper and several national media appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerista also produced zines that included drawings and comics drawn by Even Eve (also known as Eve Furchgott, the daughter of the Nobel Prize winner Robert Furchgott), one of the earliest and core members. Some concerned day-to-day life, others presented a lighthearted polytheistic mythology which revolved around a pantheon of benevolent and technologically adept goddesses and gods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerista adopted singer Joan Jett as the "Matron Saint" of their community. Features presented in the zine included articles and essays concerning life within the community and concerning World Plan to establish a functional Utopian society on a larger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keristans shared income and could choose whether or not to have outside paying jobs or work within the community (which operated several small businesses). "Hunter-gatherers", with paying work outside Kerista would financially support the endeavors of Keristans which included both a legally incorporated church and an educational non-profit organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official website lists thirty-three people as having, at one time or another, joined Kerista at various times during the community's history. In 1979 and 1980, two female members gave birth. In 1983, the adult male Keristans had vasectomies as a means to deal with birth control in the group, emphasize non-breeding new members, and address global population issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All male applicants subsequently had the requirement of having a vasectomy within a set period of time after joining the community. In 1991, the community experienced a major split, the founder going on to create The World Academy of Keristan Education. The terms polyfidelity and compersion were coined at the Kerista Commune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kerista.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-2367106166858125556?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/2367106166858125556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=2367106166858125556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2367106166858125556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2367106166858125556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/12/00203-kerista.html' title='#00.203 Kerista'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-594914831231180059</id><published>2009-12-20T14:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:13:52.763Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.202 OSHO</title><content type='html'>Mulheres e maridos são fenómenos sociais... é uma instituição, não são relações. É um fenómeno forçado – não por amor, mas por outras razões: segurança económica ou outra, filhos sociedade, cultura, religião, tudo excepto amor.&lt;br /&gt;p.149&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deve pensar que alguém é a sua mulher – esse «sua» é um fantasma, é um sonho. Não deve dizer «esta criança é o meu filho» - essa posse esse «meu» é um sonho. Ninguém é seu – marido, mulher, amigo, inimigo; renuncie a todas estas atitudes. Não faça ligações - «meu», «teu» - abandone estas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;p.190&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tantra, a compreensão suprema”&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;Editora Pergaminho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-594914831231180059?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/594914831231180059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=594914831231180059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/594914831231180059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/594914831231180059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/12/00202-osho.html' title='#00.202 OSHO'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6712856609334385354</id><published>2009-12-01T15:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:41:14.985Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>#00.201 Estar mal e querer estar bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitas pessoas iniciam relações para procurar algo que lhes falta. Para obter da outra pessoa, o que não conseguem sozinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por si só, esta forma de agir não é necessariamente “má”. O ser humano é um animal social. A solidão não traz, em princípio, felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é quando, não estando bem, ou estando mal, as pessoas procuram soluções externas para os seus problemas sentimentais, colocando nas mãos de outras a chave da sua felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ser humano equilibrado e bem consigo próprio, sentir-se-ia confortável sozinho, com uma rede de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de ter família, de partilhar a vida com outras pessoas de forma mais íntima, resultaria, não do desejo próprio de o fazer e de, consequentemente, começar à procura, mas da presença na nossa vida de alguém tão especial, que nos levasse a considerar essa possibilidade, não como uma forma de ficar bem, mas como forma de ficar melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6712856609334385354?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6712856609334385354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6712856609334385354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6712856609334385354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6712856609334385354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/12/00201-estar-mal-e-querer-estar-bem.html' title='#00.201 Estar mal e querer estar bem'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3134740608104855579</id><published>2009-11-12T09:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:18:04.712Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0038</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"O único componente verdadeiramente fiável da humanidade são as mulheres, porque elas não se massacram."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- André Malraux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3134740608104855579?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3134740608104855579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3134740608104855579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3134740608104855579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3134740608104855579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/11/curtas-0038.html' title='Curtas #0038'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1044591503751923513</id><published>2009-11-07T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:55:24.835Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.200 Sexo animal</title><content type='html'>É paradoxal que sejam os que vêem algo de «mau», ou pelo menos de «turvo», no sexo sejam os mesmos que dizem que dedicar-se-lhe com excessivo entusiasmo animaliza o homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que são precisamente os animais que só empregam o sexo para procriar, como só utilizam o que comem para se alimentarem ou o exercício físico para a conservação da saúde. Os seres humanos, nós, em contrapartida, inventámos o erotismo, a gastronomia e o desporto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sexo é um mecanismo de reprodução para os homens, como também para os veados e os besugos; mas nos homens o sexo produz muitos outros efeitos simultâneos, como por exemplo, a poesia lírica e a instituição matrimonial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais se separa o sexo da simples procriação, menos animal e mais humano ele se torna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ética para um jovem”&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Savater, Editorial Presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Página 96&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1044591503751923513?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1044591503751923513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1216534956352604229</id><published>2009-10-28T07:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:51:50.967Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.199 moralidades</title><content type='html'>Um amigo de infância dela, que tinha ido morar para os EUA, veio cá em trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre eles havia um "assunto" de anos por resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Enrolaram-se, mas ela recusou concretizar a vontade, não porque lhe faltasse o desejo, mas porque pensou na mulher dele, que lá tinha ficado, grávida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu perguntaste-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;Mas haveria algum mal para a esposa e para a criança?&lt;br /&gt;Tens alguma DST?&lt;br /&gt;Ele deixá-las-ia para ficar contigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então privaste-te (e a ele) de um desejo acumulado de anos, de guardares uma memória bonita com ele, em nome de uma moral patriarcal tosca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha modesta opinião, foste tola :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1216534956352604229?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1216534956352604229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1216534956352604229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1216534956352604229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1216534956352604229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/10/00199-moralidades_28.html' title='#00.199 moralidades'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3031198855769328252</id><published>2009-09-19T21:15:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:28:53.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.198 mas será possível...</title><content type='html'>... que apenas me saiam na rifa gajas desiquilibradas da cabeçorra ou apanhadas do clima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei um íman, ou um letreiro nos cornos!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3031198855769328252?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3031198855769328252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3031198855769328252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3031198855769328252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3031198855769328252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/09/00193-mas-sera-possivel.html' title='#00.198 mas será possível...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6223648130304238635</id><published>2009-09-05T08:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:49:54.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.197 Pensamento e controlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somos tão ensinados a reprimir todo o desejo que, pela vida fora, o grande sofrimento da adolescência se faz por força desta ilusão cartesiana de que pensar é controlar o corpo pelo pensamento (a ponto de, idealmente, não se dever pecar nem no silêncio da imaginação). Talvez por isso, tantas pessoas, só muito depois de crescidas, descubram que nunca saíram da puberdade…&lt;br /&gt;p.87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Chega-te a mim e deixa-te estar”&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Sá&lt;br /&gt;Editora Oficina do Livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6223648130304238635?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6223648130304238635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6223648130304238635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6223648130304238635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6223648130304238635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/09/00197-pensamento-e-controlo.html' title='#00.197 Pensamento e controlo'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-124975811669714667</id><published>2009-08-20T06:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:36:52.916+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>#00.196</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Descobri que existem pessoas que amando sem ser amadas, podem considerar essa relação mais gratificante (que a anterior).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Embora não possa deixar de pensar que o amor, não sendo garantia de qualidade numa relação, elas esperam (têm esperança), que a sua dedicação, o seu valor, lhes conquiste a desejada reciprocidade de sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-124975811669714667?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/124975811669714667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=124975811669714667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/124975811669714667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/124975811669714667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/08/00196.html' title='#00.196'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1701227267368101315</id><published>2009-08-20T06:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:20:16.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>#00.195 ...time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não há férias para o amor, disse ele. O amor tem de viver-se completamente, com o seu tédio e tudo o resto, não há férias possíveis para isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os cavalos de Tarquínia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marguerite Duras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editora D. Quixote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1701227267368101315?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1701227267368101315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1701227267368101315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1701227267368101315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1701227267368101315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-ha-ferias-para-o-amor-disse-ele.html' title='#00.195 ...time out'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4896609909936436120</id><published>2009-08-20T06:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:21:16.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>#00.194 Emoção / Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode-se racionalizar sobre as emoções, mas convém não esquecer que as emoções não são racionais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4896609909936436120?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4896609909936436120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4896609909936436120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4896609909936436120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4896609909936436120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/08/00194-emocao-razao.html' title='#00.194 Emoção / Razão'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6988378269054074643</id><published>2009-08-18T05:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:43:03.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>#00.193 e as mãozinhas, não podiam estar noutro lugar? :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SoowwLJV2tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wtqBHB3qkB0/s1600-h/profissoes-que-valem-ouro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371159109776562898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SoowwLJV2tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wtqBHB3qkB0/s400/profissoes-que-valem-ouro1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kibeloco.com.br/kibeloco/2009/08/17/salario-pra-que/"&gt;http://kibeloco.com.br/kibeloco/2009/08/17/salario-pra-que/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6988378269054074643?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6988378269054074643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6988378269054074643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6988378269054074643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6988378269054074643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/08/00193-e-as-maozinhas-nao-podias-estar.html' title='#00.193 e as mãozinhas, não podiam estar noutro lugar? :-D'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SoowwLJV2tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wtqBHB3qkB0/s72-c/profissoes-que-valem-ouro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1050110516063983691</id><published>2009-08-02T06:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:50:51.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.192</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Amar e admirar com o coração;&lt;br /&gt;Admirar e amar com o cérebro.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1050110516063983691?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1050110516063983691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1050110516063983691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1050110516063983691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1050110516063983691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/08/00192.html' title='#00.192'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8507095753884498975</id><published>2009-07-31T07:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:22:21.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.192 urgências...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando a vontade de foder é muita,&lt;br /&gt;Os princípios que se fodam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi assim que ela o disse,&lt;br /&gt;Mas era assim que o queria fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8507095753884498975?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8507095753884498975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8507095753884498975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8507095753884498975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8507095753884498975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/07/00192-urgencias.html' title='#00.192 urgências...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4288874738357827152</id><published>2009-07-28T13:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:19:30.797+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.191 adicionar...ou não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Existem amizades que se estragam devido a adicionar-lhes sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas será possível estragar uma (ou matá-la à nascença), por causa da ausência de sexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4288874738357827152?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4288874738357827152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4288874738357827152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4288874738357827152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4288874738357827152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/07/00191.html' title='#00.191 adicionar...ou não?'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5727621035499246736</id><published>2009-07-16T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:33:30.154+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.190 (in)condicionalismos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se é incondicional, não é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É devoção... canina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5727621035499246736?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5727621035499246736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5727621035499246736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5727621035499246736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5727621035499246736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/07/00190-incondicionalismos.html' title='#00.190 (in)condicionalismos'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3957824439505116915</id><published>2009-06-10T00:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:50:29.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>#00.189</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O homem darwiniano, ainda que bem educado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É apenas, no máximo, um macaco barbeado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darwinian Man, though well-behaved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At best is only a monkey shaved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;W.S. Gilbert, da peça teatral &lt;em&gt;Princess Ida&lt;/em&gt;, 1884.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3957824439505116915?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3957824439505116915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3957824439505116915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3957824439505116915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3957824439505116915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/06/00189.html' title='#00.189'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-548989405027540574</id><published>2009-04-28T20:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:52:29.557+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.188 Sexo fraco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...no Portugal de antigamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329830303315121970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SfdcbBY11zI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZirvBytLhD4/s400/Sexo+fraco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alto Douro, 1979&lt;br /&gt;Publicado na revista Única, 2009-01-10, página 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó pró fraco, lá atrás, todo sorridente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-548989405027540574?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/548989405027540574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=548989405027540574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/548989405027540574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/548989405027540574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/04/00188-sexo-fraco.html' title='#00.188 Sexo fraco...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SfdcbBY11zI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZirvBytLhD4/s72-c/Sexo+fraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1067999922913707663</id><published>2009-04-02T10:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:47:52.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>#00.187 No que um gajo pode pensar depois do orgasmo…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para as meninas que de vez em quando se lembram de perguntar aos homens em que pensam, depois daquilo que sabemos, de certeza que estão habituadas a respostas do género, “não estava a pensar em nada”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fiquem aborrecidas, é que a verdade pode ser bem mais estranha e o tipo pode estar a pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos mouchões do Tejo;&lt;br /&gt;No processo de extinção dos Dinossauros;&lt;br /&gt;Num recurso a enviar para um ministério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, sim, foi necessariamente por esta ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1067999922913707663?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1067999922913707663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1067999922913707663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1067999922913707663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1067999922913707663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-que-um-gajo-pode-pensar-depois-do.html' title='#00.187 No que um gajo pode pensar depois do orgasmo…'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7840681434248109413</id><published>2009-03-21T07:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:24:56.443Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.186 Ciúme à vista...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Controlar a demonstração do ciúme é como controlar a demonstração de uma dor de dentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não importa se somos muito estóicos, parecendo aos outros que até nem dói assim tanto. Bom mesmo era que os dentes não doessem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Um obrigado à Mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://midoispontos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ciumes.html"&gt;http://midoispontos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ciumes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7840681434248109413?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7840681434248109413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7840681434248109413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7840681434248109413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7840681434248109413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/03/00186-ciume-vista.html' title='#00.186 Ciúme à vista...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7969471019066646251</id><published>2009-03-13T22:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:32:39.384+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.185 A importância do sexo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...segundo Sherwin B. Nuland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Os impérios caem, os egos explodem, as grandes sinfonias são escritas, e por trás de tudo isso está um único instinto que exige satisfação."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7969471019066646251?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7969471019066646251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7969471019066646251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7969471019066646251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7969471019066646251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/03/00185-importancia-do-sexo.html' title='#00.185 A importância do sexo...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3081135088492964414</id><published>2009-03-08T21:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:35:20.457Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.184 O cérebro do macho da espécie humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SbQ5zhrhK8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/h_6kaUtca30/s1600-h/cerebromacho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310933417953668034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SbQ5zhrhK8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/h_6kaUtca30/s400/cerebromacho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3081135088492964414?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3081135088492964414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3081135088492964414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3081135088492964414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3081135088492964414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/03/00183-o-cerebro-do-macho-humano.html' title='#00.184 O cérebro do macho da espécie humana'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SbQ5zhrhK8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/h_6kaUtca30/s72-c/cerebromacho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3253244472729582187</id><published>2009-03-03T20:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:28:29.961Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0037</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o amor cega, a paixão estupidifica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3253244472729582187?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3253244472729582187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3253244472729582187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3253244472729582187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3253244472729582187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/03/curtas-0037.html' title='Curtas #0037'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6663309356033301464</id><published>2009-02-16T16:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:49:51.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0036</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O maior sonho do homem&lt;br /&gt;é encontrar uma mulher igual à dos seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior sonho da mulher&lt;br /&gt;é encontrar um homem que caiba no sonho dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pensamentos &amp;amp; Reflexões"&lt;br /&gt;José Alberto Braga&lt;br /&gt;Editora Mensagem&lt;br /&gt;p. 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6663309356033301464?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6663309356033301464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6663309356033301464&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6663309356033301464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6663309356033301464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/02/curtas-0036.html' title='Curtas #0036'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-3949464754768294356</id><published>2009-02-13T23:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:43:52.615Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.183 O amor e a perspectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diz o ditado que: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A quem ama, o feio bonito lhe parece."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também se podia acrescentar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A quem ama, o pouco parece muito e o mau parece bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá visto que o amor "cor-de-rosifica" a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-3949464754768294356?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/3949464754768294356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=3949464754768294356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3949464754768294356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/3949464754768294356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/02/00183-o-amor-e-perspectiva.html' title='#00.183 O amor e a perspectiva'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4214593879303183318</id><published>2009-01-24T09:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:52:35.032Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0035</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Pois que canto de pássaros é preciso ouvir de perto se, estando nós felizes, eles conseguem cantar dentro do peito?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A musa de Camões”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p. 18&lt;br /&gt;Maria Helena Ventura&lt;br /&gt;Editora Saída de emergência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saidadeemergência.com/"&gt;http://www.saidadeemergência.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dedicado à cabecinha de fogo, que me parece estar a precisar de miminhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4214593879303183318?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4214593879303183318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4214593879303183318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4214593879303183318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4214593879303183318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2009/01/curtas-0035.html' title='Curtas #0035'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5303086273523773325</id><published>2008-12-26T13:28:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:54:12.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0034</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o ciúme for um sentimento doentio;&lt;br /&gt;Serão os ciumentos doentes sentimentais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5303086273523773325?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5303086273523773325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5303086273523773325&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5303086273523773325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5303086273523773325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/12/curtas-0034.html' title='Curtas #0034'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4994505041789349018</id><published>2008-12-12T13:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:55:57.144Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0033 anedota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta já é velhinha, mas recebi-a hoje novamente por mail e resolvi publicá-la :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um casal muçulmano 'moderno', que prepara o casamento religioso, visita um Mullah para pedir conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, o Mullah pergunta se eles têm mais alguma dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;Nós sabemos que é uma tradição no Islão os homens dançarem com homens e mulheres dançarem com mulheres. Mas na nossa festa de casamento, gostaríamos de sua permissão para que todos dancem juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Absolutamente, não ! - diz o Mullah - É imoral. Homens e mulheres sempre dançam separados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então após a cerimónia eu não posso dançar nem com minha própria mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não - respondeu o Mullah - É proibido pelo Islão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Está bem - diz o homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E que tal sexo? Podemos finalmente fazer sexo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É claro! - responde o Mullah - Alá é Grande! No Islão, o sexo é bom dentro do casamento, para ter filhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E quanto a posições diferentes? - pergunta o homem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Alá é Grande! Sem problemas! - diz o Mullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mulher por cima? - pergunta o homem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Claro! - diz o Mullah - Alá é Grande. Pode fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De gatas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Claro! Alá é Grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Na mesa da cozinha? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Sim, sim! Alá é Grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posso fazê-lo, então, com as minhas quatro mulheres juntas, em colchões de borracha, com uma garrafa de óleo quente, alguns vibradores, chantilly, acessórios de couro, um pote de mel e videos pornográficos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Claro que pode! Alá é Grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Podemos fazer de pé?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nãããããão, isso é que não! DE MANEIRA NENHUMA! diz o Mullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E porque não? pergunta o homem, surpreso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque vocês podem entusiasmar-se e começar a dançar.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4994505041789349018?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4994505041789349018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4994505041789349018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4994505041789349018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4994505041789349018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/12/curtas-0033-anedota.html' title='Curtas #0033 anedota'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6898057041156082759</id><published>2008-12-11T04:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:24:33.828Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.182 prazer, maldade e estupidez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...naquilo que dá prazer a dois e não prejudica ninguém nada há de mal. O que está realmente mal é haver quem pense que o prazer tem alguma coisa de mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que se envergonha das capacidades de fruição do seu corpo é tão estúpido como o que se envergonha de ter aprendido a tabuada da multiplicação.&lt;br /&gt;p.116&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ética para um jovem”&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Savater&lt;br /&gt;Editora Dom Quixote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6898057041156082759?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6898057041156082759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6898057041156082759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6898057041156082759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6898057041156082759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/12/00182-prazer-maldade-e-estupidez.html' title='#00.182 prazer, maldade e estupidez'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-956202531707676841</id><published>2008-11-22T20:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:22:24.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0032 Mulheres = problemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Provado matematicamente, ora vejam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SShpY_Bo80I/AAAAAAAAAUk/W5t_GpOchj4/s1600-h/mulher%3Dproblemas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271579241793254210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SShpY_Bo80I/AAAAAAAAAUk/W5t_GpOchj4/s400/mulher%3Dproblemas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-956202531707676841?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/956202531707676841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=956202531707676841&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/956202531707676841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/956202531707676841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/11/mulheres-problemas.html' title='Curtas #0032 Mulheres = problemas'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SShpY_Bo80I/AAAAAAAAAUk/W5t_GpOchj4/s72-c/mulher%3Dproblemas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-9024585376555713981</id><published>2008-10-31T19:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:13:39.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0031</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SQtXLn8YtAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JBqSxBkPVig/s1600-h/goingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263396446724994050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SQtXLn8YtAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JBqSxBkPVig/s400/goingout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Graças a deus que és um homem! "&lt;br /&gt;Diz a legendazinha lá em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá isso não sei, mas parece-me que a simplicidade também tem as suas limitações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagem roubada daqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caoepulgas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://caoepulgas.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-9024585376555713981?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/9024585376555713981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=9024585376555713981&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/9024585376555713981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/9024585376555713981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/10/curtas-0031.html' title='Curtas #0031'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SQtXLn8YtAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JBqSxBkPVig/s72-c/goingout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-2210219609105874480</id><published>2008-10-20T08:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:13:37.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>#00.181 ...maridos tecnológicos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabes o que é um marido DVD?&lt;br /&gt;- É aquele que se Deita, Vira e Dorme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um marido DVD + R?&lt;br /&gt;- É aquele que se Deita, Vira, Dorme e Ressona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um marido CD?&lt;br /&gt;- É aquele que só Come e Dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história,&lt;br /&gt;NÃO HÁ COMO OS ANTIGOS VHS...&lt;br /&gt;- Várias Horas de Sexo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-2210219609105874480?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/2210219609105874480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=2210219609105874480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2210219609105874480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2210219609105874480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/10/00181-pensamentos-do-dia.html' title='#00.181 ...maridos tecnológicos...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1189871896903250795</id><published>2008-09-26T10:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:59:42.096+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0030</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As mulheres “avariadas” são como as crianças:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando brincamos com elas temos de ter cuidado para não as magoar e estar com atenção para que não nos magoem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1189871896903250795?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1189871896903250795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1189871896903250795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1189871896903250795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1189871896903250795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/09/curtas-0030.html' title='Curtas #0030'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5740994015553268759</id><published>2008-09-23T14:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:12:04.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.180 Até que a morte nos separe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"O amor é um animal felino, mutante, não resiste a cativeiros forçados. Podemos ter a sorte de amar e ser amados «até que a morte nos separe» - mas a verdade é que só podemos prometer amarmo-nos até ao dia da morte do amor, esse ser misterioso, independente e livre".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Retirado da: Crónica Feminina&lt;br /&gt;de: Inês Pedrosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na página 6 da revista Única de 12 de Abril de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5740994015553268759?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5740994015553268759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5740994015553268759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5740994015553268759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5740994015553268759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/09/00180-at-que-morte-nos-separe.html' title='#00.180 Até que a morte nos separe'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5111789481250542118</id><published>2008-09-01T08:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:35:47.308+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.179 Do amor e da paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No último sábado fui ao casamento de uma amiga. Ela estava feliz, o que a mim me pareceu uma insensatez, sobretudo porque o noivo, um economista argentino, chorava nos braços do padrinho, como um rapazinho ao qual tivessem roubado a bola de futebol assinada pelo Cristiano Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois reflecti melhor e cheguei à conclusão de que se o noivo chorava daquela forma, com um desespero tão sincero, talvez, afinal, o casamento deles tivesse um futuro interessante. O noivo, ao menos, parecia consciente do que o esperava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o casamento como uma rendição. Ninguém casa por amor, pelo contrário: ao casarmos desistimos do amor, estamos a trocar o amor pelo conforto e a segurança. Ora o amor tem tanto a ver com a segurança ou com o conforto quanto um leão domesticado tem a ver com um leão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O casamento costuma ser o último parágrafo dos contos de fadas e dos romances cor-de-rosa. Depois disso não acontece mais nada que mereça a pena ser relatado. Chama-se a isto tédio. O tédio é o que de melhor pode acontecer num casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retirado da crónica:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do amor e da paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;de: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Faíza Hayat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na página 6 da revista Pública de 6 de Julho de 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5111789481250542118?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5111789481250542118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5111789481250542118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5111789481250542118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5111789481250542118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/09/00179-do-amor-e-da-paz.html' title='#00.179 Do amor e da paz'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7798331708147201177</id><published>2008-08-24T19:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:30:11.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.178 Simone de Beauvoir - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como não vou muito à bola com o Sartre e a "sua Náusea", até gostaria de pegar naquele cliché: "Atrás de um grande homem está uma grande mulher" e torná-lo, no caso da Simone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Atrás de um pequeno homem, está uma grande mulher!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7798331708147201177?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7798331708147201177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7798331708147201177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7798331708147201177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7798331708147201177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/08/00178-simone-de-beauvoir-parte-2.html' title='#00.178 Simone de Beauvoir - parte 2'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4152813324951182213</id><published>2008-08-24T11:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:29:33.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.177 Simone de Beauvoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SLE7nJtQx3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/UkaM2uUHLHc/s1600-h/Simone+de+Beauvoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238033385415296882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SLE7nJtQx3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/UkaM2uUHLHc/s400/Simone+de+Beauvoir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 1976, numa entrevista, Beauvoir dizia que as mudanças pelas quais lutara não se realizariam durante a sua vida. “Talvez daqui a quatro gerações.” Que importância tem hoje ‘O Segundo Sexo’? Cem anos depois do seu nascimento, a França ainda se comove com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado em 1949, tinha Simone de Beauvoir 41 anos, ‘O Segundo Sexo’ viria a ser considerado uma marca fundamental no pensamento feminista do século XX, abrindo caminhos para a teorização em torno das desigualdades construídas em função das diferenças entre os sexos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Composto por dois volumes (Factos e Mitos e A experiência vivida), o livro debate a situação da mulher, do ponto de vista biológico, sociológico e psicanalítico, inaugurando problemáticas relativas às instâncias de poder na sociedade contemporânea e às diferentes formas (tantas vezes conflituais) de dominação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reflectindo, pois, sobre as razões históricas e os mitos que fundaram a sociedade patriarcal e a sustentam e que trataram a mulher como um “segundo sexo”, silenciando-a e relegando-a para um lugar de subalternidade, Beauvoir irá apontar soluções que visam à igualdade entre os seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de inspiração para autoras como Betty Friedan, que lhe dedicou o seu já clássico ‘The Feminine Mystique‘ (1963), ‘O Segundo Sexo’ antecipa, de forma admirável, o feminismo da chamada “segunda vaga”, que surgiria quase três décadas depois, com o movimento de libertação das mulheres a desenvolver-se, no final dos anos 60, a par de outros movimentos sociais de contestação, de carácter transnacional - as lutas pelos direitos cívicos, os movimentos estudantis, as preocupações ecossistémicas, a reivindicação, por parte das minorias, de uma voz e de um lugar que fosse seu. “A disputa durará enquanto os homens e as mulheres não se reconhecerem como semelhantes, isto é, enquanto se perpetuar a feminilidade como tal”, escrevia Beauvoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendendo “feminilidade” como uma construção, a teorização de Beauvoir é levada a cabo a partir da dupla edificação deste conceito dentro do paradigma patriarcal - o “feminino” como essência e o “feminino” como código de regras comportamentais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo e género.&lt;br /&gt;Antecipando os movimentos feministas, Beauvoir antecipa ainda aquela que viria a ser uma das pedras de toque teóricas para os estudos feministas de raiz anglo-americana: a apropriação da palavra “género”, para significar a construção social de uma diferença orientada em função da biologia, por oposição a “sexo”, que designaria somente a componente biológica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a partir da frase já célebre de O Segundo Sexo “On ne naît pas femme, on le devient” (”Não nascemos mulheres, tornamo-nos mulheres”), que teóricas feministas como Joan Scott irão, nos anos 80, reflectir sobre o estabelecimento da diferença entre “sexo” e género (”diferença sexual socialmente construída”), desafiando e questionando a noção de que a biologia é determinante para os papéis atribuídos às mulheres e de que existe uma “essência feminina”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, dentro de um quadro conceptual feminista, a questão proposta por Beauvoir é crucial, visto denunciar o carácter eminentemente artificial da categoria “mulher”: um ser humano do sexo feminino “não nasce mulher”, antes “se torna mulher”, através da aprendizagem e repetição de gestos, posturas e expressões que lhe são transmitidos ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só por isto se teria O Segundo Sexo mantido actual. Surpreendente é que novas teorias, como a teoria queer, surgida há pouco mais de uma década, emergente dos estudos feministas e devedora dos estudos gay e lésbicos, revisitem Beauvoir e a sua célebre frase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo como um dos seus nomes mais marcantes Judith Butler, a teoria queer assume-se como emancipatória, ao defender que as identidades são criadas pela repetição de certos actos culturalmente inscritos no corpo. Reagindo às políticas de identidade, que haviam sido, nas décadas de 70 e 80, fulcrais para o sucesso das políticas de inclusão social, Judith Butler, e o seus Gender Trouble (1990) e Undoing Gender (2004), partem desse “On ne naît pas femme, on le devient”, de Beauvoir, para acentuar a ideia de que a identidade é fluida e instável e de que “género” é um conjunto de actos performativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste caso, em lugar de se ler “Não nascemos mulheres, tornamo-nos mulheres”, poderia ler-se “Ninguém nasce mulher, torna-se mulher”, ou seja, todos e todas nós aprendemos a construir identidades a partir de modelos aparentemente matriciais, que se foram depois cristalizando, mas que são, eles próprios, simulacros. A ênfase é, pois, colocada na transformação - que, podendo ser limitação, pode igualmente expandir-se para gesto de liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 1976, numa entrevista, Simone de Beauvoir dizia que as mudanças pelas quais lutara não se realizariam durante a sua vida. “Talvez daqui a quatro gerações”, acrescentava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para esta jovem teoria, a lição de Beauvoir coloca-se também num “devir”, esse devenir de que, há quase 50 anos, ela falava. Jovem, outra vez, neste ano que celebra o centenário do seu nascimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ana Luísa Amaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Escritora, e professora de Literatura Anglo-Americana e de Estudos Feministas na Faculdade de Letras do Porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feministactual.wordpress.com/2008/01/09/simone-de-beauvoir-ninguem-nasce-mulher-torna-se-mulher/"&gt;http://feministactual.wordpress.com/2008/01/09/simone-de-beauvoir-ninguem-nasce-mulher-torna-se-mulher/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4152813324951182213?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4152813324951182213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4152813324951182213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4152813324951182213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4152813324951182213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/08/00177-simone-de-beauvoir.html' title='#00.177 Simone de Beauvoir'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SLE7nJtQx3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/UkaM2uUHLHc/s72-c/Simone+de+Beauvoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8812242347670179378</id><published>2008-08-18T07:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:18:45.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.176 vingança</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235736296890316018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SKkSbAHENPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ClMumnjposE/s400/torture+ex-husband_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235735626461000210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SKkRz-kQshI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0VM3T46jnB8/s400/torture+ex-husband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Email Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 12:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: "I Torture My Husband's Ex-Mistress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have continually made life hell for a man who used and then dumped me unceremoniously over five years ago. It's nothing physical - he lives in another state now - but he's been fired because his employers have received notes from me, his flight arrangements are often cancelled, complaints made to his landlord, his electricity mysteriously turned off. Reading this card, I have decided to stop, because it made me realize that by not letting go, the only one I'm really torturing is myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8812242347670179378?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8812242347670179378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8812242347670179378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8812242347670179378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8812242347670179378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/08/00176-vingana.html' title='#00.176 vingança'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SKkSbAHENPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ClMumnjposE/s72-c/torture+ex-husband_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5460336645217949630</id><published>2008-08-08T07:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:09:59.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0029</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SJvipYGuqcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F879WPR_DN4/s1600-h/sexomecanico.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232024592594151874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SJvipYGuqcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F879WPR_DN4/s400/sexomecanico.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5460336645217949630?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5460336645217949630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5460336645217949630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5460336645217949630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5460336645217949630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/08/curtas-0029.html' title='Curtas #0029'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SJvipYGuqcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F879WPR_DN4/s72-c/sexomecanico.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7388863004630826237</id><published>2008-08-08T06:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:46:25.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.175 primata foste, primata és...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é só a nossa anatomia que é produto da evolução. A nossa sociabilidade, a principal adaptação comportamental dos primatas, é um produto do nosso estatuto de primatas mais evoluídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora tivesse sido a aprendizagem que nos tornou membros de uma cultura ou de outra, a nossa natureza social é uma característica tão fundamental dos primatas como a respiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a variedade de comportamentos sociais humanos desde os laços mãe-filho até ao esforço corporativo, à escolha de um parceiro ou ao ciúme sexual, é influenciada por tendências evolutivas para responder a situações particulares dentro de um certo espectro de reacções emocionais e comportamentais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pág. 24/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Os símios caçadores”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Craig B. Stanford&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Bizâncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7388863004630826237?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7388863004630826237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7388863004630826237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7388863004630826237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7388863004630826237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/08/00175-primata-foste-primata-s.html' title='#00.175 primata foste, primata és...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7966552104524855252</id><published>2008-07-02T15:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:37:06.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0028</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SGuSg5I__II/AAAAAAAAANs/O8OapRYemqA/s1600-h/honey-iHaveAnotherWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218425687030889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SGuSg5I__II/AAAAAAAAANs/O8OapRYemqA/s400/honey-iHaveAnotherWoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7966552104524855252?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7966552104524855252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7966552104524855252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7966552104524855252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7966552104524855252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/07/curtas-0028.html' title='Curtas #0028'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SGuSg5I__II/AAAAAAAAANs/O8OapRYemqA/s72-c/honey-iHaveAnotherWoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5970093563435715336</id><published>2008-07-02T15:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:41:41.412+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.174 mudar ou não... eis a confusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A propósito de não querer mudar outra coisa/pessoa, conheço um cliché engraçado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"As mulheres quando casam esperam que o homem mude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os homens, esperam que ela não mude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita confusão deve nascer deste mal entendido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5970093563435715336?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5970093563435715336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5970093563435715336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5970093563435715336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5970093563435715336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/07/00174-mudar-ou-no-eis-confuso.html' title='#00.174 mudar ou não... eis a confusão'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-586896354166850926</id><published>2008-06-23T07:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:54:46.616+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.173 ...civilização...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;a pretensa civilização estabeleceu a separação entre pulsão sexual e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também inventou os conceitos de casamento, dinheiro, religião, moral e o que se chama o peso da cultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espécie humana é mesmo estúpida.&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«A Montanha da Alma»&lt;br /&gt;Gao Xinjian&lt;br /&gt;Publicações D. Quixote&lt;br /&gt;Página 259&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-586896354166850926?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/586896354166850926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=586896354166850926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/586896354166850926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/586896354166850926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/06/00173-civilizao.html' title='#00.173 ...civilização...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8559193215142655024</id><published>2008-06-08T06:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:35:49.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.172 morrer de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estranho quem acredita ser possível morrer de amor.&lt;br /&gt;De amor não se morre, vive-se.&lt;br /&gt;As pobres criaturas são vítimas, não do amor, mas da estupidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condição tão comum ao ser humano e tantas vezes fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8559193215142655024?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8559193215142655024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8559193215142655024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8559193215142655024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8559193215142655024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/06/00172-morrer-de-amor.html' title='#00.172 morrer de amor'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1178342869119528016</id><published>2008-04-24T07:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:02:39.834+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.171 Fernando Pessoa "O amor, quando se revela"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor, quando se revela,&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe revelar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não lhe sabe falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer dizer o que sente&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe o que há de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Fala: parece que mente&lt;br /&gt;Cala: parece esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse,&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse ouvir o olhar,&lt;br /&gt;E se um olhar lhe bastasse&lt;br /&gt;Pra saber que a estão a amar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sente muito, cala;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer dizer quanto sente&lt;br /&gt;Fica sem alma nem fala,&lt;br /&gt;Fica só, inteiramente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se isto puder contar-lhe&lt;br /&gt;O que não lhe ouso contar,&lt;br /&gt;Já não terei que falar-lhe&lt;br /&gt;Porque lhe estou a falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deoculosparaomundo.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-amor-quando-se-revela.html"&gt;http://deoculosparaomundo.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-amor-quando-se-revela.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1178342869119528016?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1178342869119528016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1178342869119528016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1178342869119528016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1178342869119528016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00171-o-amor-quando-se-revela.html' title='#00.171 Fernando Pessoa &quot;O amor, quando se revela&quot;'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5450985125592743505</id><published>2008-04-16T13:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:51:05.328+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.170 You say i'm a bitch Like it's a bad thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um belo livrinho, ao jeito de calendário, feito para estar numa mesa para provocar quem passa, com as mudanças diárias de folha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dá-me vontade de ter um trabalho de escritório :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1ReYEpqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_5pQirmv6x8/s1600-h/you+say+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823826174977698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1ReYEpqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_5pQirmv6x8/s400/you+say+i%27m+a+bitch_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1ReYEprI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jEYxMCLCIxw/s1600-h/you+say+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823826174977714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1ReYEprI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jEYxMCLCIxw/s400/you+say+i%27m+a+bitch_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1RuYEpsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kCmlkQozZ2c/s1600-h/you+say+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823830469945026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1RuYEpsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kCmlkQozZ2c/s400/you+say+i%27m+a+bitch_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1RuYEptI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tNU2vfq2CW8/s1600-h/you+say+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823830469945042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1RuYEptI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tNU2vfq2CW8/s400/you+say+i%27m+a+bitch_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1R-YEpuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KNMTpzNZz0g/s1600-h/you+say+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823834764912354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1R-YEpuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KNMTpzNZz0g/s400/you+say+i%27m+a+bitch_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You say i'm a bitch Like it's a bad thing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed Polish &amp;amp; Darren Wotz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten Speed Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tenspeed.com/"&gt;www.tenspeed.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5450985125592743505?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5450985125592743505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5450985125592743505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5450985125592743505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5450985125592743505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00170-you-say-im-bitch-like-its-bad.html' title='#00.170 You say i&apos;m a bitch Like it&apos;s a bad thing'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/SAX1ReYEpqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_5pQirmv6x8/s72-c/you+say+i%27m+a+bitch_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8519823085319612170</id><published>2008-04-13T08:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:26:59.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.169 Discriminação no feminino – parte 1 de 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dois posts sobre ginásios que não aceitam membros do sexo masculino e alguns comentários sobre o assunto, levaram-me a alinhavar umas ideias sobre a discriminação à qual os homens estão submetidos, sobre os processos de mudança de mentalidades numa sociedade e sobre a atitude das mulheres que se sentem ofendidas com o machismo masculino mas que fecham os olhos à discriminação que as beneficia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, de facto, não deixa de ser caricato ver mulheres a lutarem contra os estereótipos camuflados presentes em anúncios de televisão, cartazes de rua e revistas; contra crenças e comportamentos específicos (masculinos e femininos); contra políticas governamentais que as prejudicam, que as reduzem enquanto pessoas e depois assobiarem para o lado face a situações destas, que são discriminatórias, mas que servem os seus interesses.&lt;br /&gt;(a hipocrisia, como é sabido, não tem sexo atribuído)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não percebem que o combate ao estereótipo que condiciona os homens a determinados comportamentos que os prejudicam e que, eventualmente, as beneficia, faz parte da luta maior para atingiram a “igualdade” que merecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os posts antigos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/00142-menino-no-entra.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/00142-menino-no-entra.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/02/ginsio-para-mulheres.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/02/ginsio-para-mulheres.html"&gt;http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/02/ginsio-para-mulheres.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8519823085319612170?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8519823085319612170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8519823085319612170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8519823085319612170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8519823085319612170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00169-discriminao-no-feminino-parte-1.html' title='#00.169 Discriminação no feminino – parte 1 de 6'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1651462268937062120</id><published>2008-04-13T08:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:28:59.365+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.168 Discriminação no feminino – parte 2 de 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando as vítimas são eles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas formas de discriminação que os homens têm vindo a praticar sobre as mulheres, passa-nos muitas vezes ao lado, todas as formas que podem sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;O inverso do estereótipo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;É o que resulta de se praticar a parvoíce do sexo frágil (mulher) sexo forte (homem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condicionados a um papel que não é o deles, os homens têm ao longo dos tempos, sido presa da sua suposta força, que os obriga a esconder ou a negar os sentimentos. A ser-lhes exigida competência em determinadas situações de liderança que, enquanto pessoas, podem não possuir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns exemplos práticos de outras formas de discriminação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem que é homem não usa saia, excepto se for escocês e lhe chamar Kilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determinadas profissões, determinadas actividades, não são para “homens de barba rija”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já repararam na desvantagem que os homens têm na sua indumentária de trabalho? É vê-los de fato e gravata, mesmo com um calor de sufocar! Elas têm sempre muito mais por onde escolher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher que case por dinheiro, pode ser rotulada de muita coisa, mas ninguém acredita que isso lhe afecte a feminilidade. Um homem que viva à conta de uma mulher, bem... há qualquer coisa errada com esse gajo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres podem andar de mãos dadas, ter manifestações de carinho público, abraçarem-se, etc, etc, apenas porque são amigas. Não se assume obrigatoriamente que são homossexuais. Se os homens tiverem igual comportamento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas mulheres continuam à espera que seja o homem a pagar a despesa! Que tome a iniciativa! São os homens que “têm” de oferecer flores, de telefonar depois, que se “devem” levantar nos transportes públicos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi preciso inventar uma “moda”, um rótulo, para que os homens vaidosos ou (simplesmente) que se preocupavam com a sua aparência tanto ou mais que as mulheres, se sentissem “enquadrados” no esquema das coisas! Nasceu o Metrossexual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas que os pais enfrentam, quando pretendem a custódia dos filhos, ou dispondo de licença de paternidade inferior às mães.&lt;br /&gt;Passaria pela cabeça de algum homem, há 50 anos atrás, mascarar-se de batman (ou de outra coisa qualquer), para pretestar contra a forma como as mães são sistematicamente beneficiadas nas custódias dos filhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda continua a parecer “estranho” um gajo dizer que não a uma gaja boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto sobretudo daquelas raparigas que se fazem aos homens descaradamente, que mandam bocas em público, que, pasme-se, apalpam os gajos! Para elas tudo normal, homem não se importa com isso, não se pode sequer sentir ofendido. É claro que se fosse o inverso, se fossem elas as tocadas, as comentadas, as comidas com os olhos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que a discriminação masculina é muito menos prejudicial para os homens, do que a feminina para as mulheres. Sobretudo, em sociedades onde a mulher ainda é tratada abaixo de cão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, não posso deixar de reforçar que a primeira ajuda a segunda e que as mulheres, na nossa sociedade, deveriam fazer a “sua” parte em combater esses estereótipos que acabam por as prejudicar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1651462268937062120?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1651462268937062120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1651462268937062120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1651462268937062120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1651462268937062120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00168-discriminao-no-feminino-parte-2.html' title='#00.168 Discriminação no feminino – parte 2 de 6'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8555290601671379922</id><published>2008-04-13T08:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:21:29.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.167 Discriminação no feminino – parte 3 de 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A discriminação vem devagarinho – parte I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tendo em conta que isto começou com ginásios que não admitem homens, até pode parecer que estou a fazer uma tempestade num copo de água!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, ginásios existem muitos, e os homens não deixarão de ter escolha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é então o problema de haver ginásios que praticam discriminação activa sobre uma parte da população?&lt;br /&gt;À parte as questões legais, já referidas, será a discriminação em causa, inocente, sem consequências de maior? (Haverá discriminação inocente? Sem consequências?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que na maioria das vezes, a transformação das mentalidades acontece devagar, com as mudanças de valores a acumularem-se de geração em geração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além dos ginásios, já li sobre hotéis e uma das comentadoras de um post mencionou praias. Ficará por aqui? Quando virão os cafés só para mulheres, as firmas de advogadas, os hospitais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há anos atrás, havia um banco em Portugal que não tinha quase nenhumas mulheres nos seus quadros. Virá o tempo em que os Bancos poderão recusar homens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo mulheres e homens lutado pelo fim da discriminação do sexo feminino, porque era inaceitável, começar-se-á agora a discriminar o sexo masculino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alteração dos valores pode começar assim. Devagarinho, insinuando-se em pequenas coisas. &lt;strong&gt;Tão pequenas que até temos vergonha de protestar contra elas, com receio de sermos ridicularizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que devemos estar atentos. A manutenção da democracia, o combate ao preconceito, a construção de uma sociedade menos injusta, é um processo contínuo. Se pensam que está garantido. Desenganem-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8555290601671379922?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8555290601671379922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8555290601671379922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8555290601671379922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8555290601671379922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00167-discriminao-no-feminino-parte-3.html' title='#00.167 Discriminação no feminino – parte 3 de 6'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-2997596735502209756</id><published>2008-04-13T07:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:18:37.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.166 Discriminação no feminino – parte 4 de 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A discriminação vem devagarinho – parte II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse processo de alteração, não é obrigatoriamente mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O exemplo a seguir é positivo (embora nem todas as pessoas concordem) e creio que ilustra como a alteração de mentalidades permitiu criar a sociedade na qual vivemos. Uma sociedade, onde, ao contrário de outras habitadas por centenas de milhões de pessoas, as mulheres, apesar de serem ainda discriminadas, são legal e economicamente independentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O exemplo que vou dar baseia-se num factor muitas vezes diminuído na sua importância: &lt;strong&gt;a moda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os trapinhos que usamos, os desfiles, o culto dos modelos, da “fashion”, foram e são um grande aliado na luta das mulheres contra as mentalidades instituídas, contra a discriminação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Existe, na nossa sociedade, uma relação directa entre as roupas que usamos e a forma como encaramos a sexualidade e a liberdade sexual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver essa relação, basta considerar a redução das roupas, em quantidade e tamanho, com o aumento da liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atente-se também ao aumento de liberdade sexual, à redução da estigmatização do sexo pré-marital e da liberdade económica e legal feminina. Estes factores parecem estar interligados. O aumento de um conduz, em princípio, ao aumento de outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem-se, as meninas que gostam de praticar topless nas nossas praias, ou apenas a usar um biquini, a fazerem-no há cem (ou menos) anos atrás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aconteceria? Prisão por atentado ao pudor, internamento compulsivo em manicómio, espancamento, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;E os vossos queridos avós e pais, de quem as meninas devem gostar tanto, no “tempo deles”, não vos rotulariam de rameiras, boas para dar umas quecas, mas nunca na vida para constituírem família?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora? Se um tosco vos dissesse que não vos quer porque já tiveram sexo com outro gajo, porque mostram muita pele na praia, que lhe diriam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;E um tipo que vos dissesse que após casarem com ele deveriam deixar o emprego porque uma mulher casada não deve trabalhar? Deve ficar em casa a cuidar da prole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-2997596735502209756?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/2997596735502209756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=2997596735502209756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2997596735502209756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2997596735502209756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00166-discriminao-vem-devagarinho-parte.html' title='#00.166 Discriminação no feminino – parte 4 de 6'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6901369331894630072</id><published>2008-04-13T07:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:17:41.129+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.165 Discriminação no feminino – parte 5 de 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que a actual condição feminina apareceu do nada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As mulheres conquistaram o direito a frequentarem a universidade, o direito de voto, o direito de escolherem a sua profissão e de serem bem remuneradas por trabalharem bem, o direito a escolherem o parceiro sexual, o marido, sem serem coagidas, do dia para a noite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alteração de mentalidades que fez com que o homem aceitasse como normal o sexo pré-marital por parte das mulheres, que a mulher fosse melhor remunerada veio de onde? E como?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resumindo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como na moda, em que os desfiles de alta-costura com aqueles vestidos tão “estranhos” foram preparando as mentalidades para a moda do dia a dia ir mudando, num processo cumulativo, a malta vai-se habituando à mudança e pode dizer “calma e normalmente” quando vê passar alguém na rua, vestido(a) de maneira “esquisita”: já vi pior e custava muito mais caro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma forma, de cada vez que se dá um passo para reduzir ou eliminar uma forma de discriminação, cria-se “balanço” para a próxima etapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a boa notícia.&lt;br /&gt;De inaceitável para os avós, de engolir sapos para os pais, de normal para nós e de ridículo ser de outra maneira para os nossos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A má notícia é que o inverso também pode acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vamos deixar que a discriminação, por muito inofensiva que pareça agora, se instale, que sociedade terão os nossos netos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que somos tão estúpidos como espécie e como indivíduos que não aprendemos com a nossa História?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilustrar na prática a moral vigente em Portugal ainda na década de 50 e 60 do séc. XX e uma das formas como a mentalidade patriarcal (comum a homens e mulheres) tenta condicionar o comportamento feminino, dêm uma vista de olhos a um post de Maio de 2006: Frases retiradas de revistas femininas da década de 50 e 60: (Humor negro, vindo dos confins do nosso passado!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2006/05/00072-antigamente-que-era.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2006/05/00072-antigamente-que-era.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6901369331894630072?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6901369331894630072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6901369331894630072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6901369331894630072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6901369331894630072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00165-ser-que-actual-condio-feminina.html' title='#00.165 Discriminação no feminino – parte 5 de 6'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-258200527583689008</id><published>2008-04-13T07:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:16:47.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.164 Discriminação no feminino – parte 6 de 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só para terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compreendo e até sinto alguma simpatia pelas mulheres que se sentem incomodadas, ao irem a um ginásio (ou a outro lado qualquer), a quererem apenas efectuar um bom treino e estar à vontade, terem de levar com os gajos que as despem com os olhos, “terem” de se preocupar com os trapinhos (por alguma razão a marca G tem tanto sucesso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, é importante compreender e aceitar que isso é o resultado de um melhoramento da condição feminina. O reverso da medalha das conquistas obtidas. Do direito de sair de casa sem “escolta” masculina, de, dentro de certos limites convencionados, escolher o tipo e quantidade de roupa que se usa, de usar decotes enormes e saias curtíssimas, de escolher com quem e quando se relacionam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O direito de frequentarmos livremente locais públicos, de ter comportamentos e usos públicos conduz ao escrutínio por parte de terceiros desses mesmos comportamentos e usos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As consequências podem ser desagradáveis, uma vez que existem pessoas desagradáveis, mas, até o ser humano se tornar uma pessoa melhor, aprendermos a lidar com a avaliação alheia, sem que esta condicione os nossos valores, é um ganho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criar locais públicos pagos de acesso reservado não é uma solução. É uma fuga. As mulheres, em vez de continuarem a lutar para forçarem as criaturas medíocres (homens e mulheres) a mudarem de mentalidade, começam a enveredar por esse mesmo caminho do qual os homens estão a sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me parece sábia política, tornarem-se como nós fomos.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, como disse uma feminista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Mulheres que querem ser iguais aos homens, não têm ambição!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-258200527583689008?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/258200527583689008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=258200527583689008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/258200527583689008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/258200527583689008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/04/00164-s-para-terminar.html' title='#00.164 Discriminação no feminino – parte 6 de 6'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6322119108995239363</id><published>2008-03-29T07:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:37:42.986+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.163 Uma nova forma de estar em casa(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-3tC65uiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rplPgRdjfcc/s1600-h/Maxinvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183059380600211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-3tC65uiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rplPgRdjfcc/s400/Maxinvest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que há de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A gaja está ao fogão e o gajo está sentadinho a fazer népia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6322119108995239363?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6322119108995239363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6322119108995239363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6322119108995239363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6322119108995239363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/03/uma-nova-forma-de-estar-em-casa.html' title='#00.163 Uma nova forma de estar em casa(?)'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-3tC65uiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rplPgRdjfcc/s72-c/Maxinvest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-9150851138421957109</id><published>2008-03-22T16:29:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:54:37.606Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.162 É como eu digo...vale tudo menos tirar olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-U2C65uh_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZlRaDA0Zia0/s1600-h/sexo+animal_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180606370158643186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-U2C65uh_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZlRaDA0Zia0/s400/sexo+animal_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-U1fa5uh-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/eEXrtl5CTZQ/s1600-h/sexo+animal_1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-U0_K5uh9I/AAAAAAAAALw/VsFYVwEMSEY/s1600-h/sexo+animal_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180605206222505938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-U0_K5uh9I/AAAAAAAAALw/VsFYVwEMSEY/s400/sexo+animal_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post roubado daqui: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://afundasao.blogspot.com/2007/10/vida-animal.html"&gt;http://afundasao.blogspot.com/2007/10/vida-animal.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-9150851138421957109?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/9150851138421957109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=9150851138421957109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/9150851138421957109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/9150851138421957109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/03/00162-como-eu-digovale-tudo-menos-tirar.html' title='#00.162 É como eu digo...vale tudo menos tirar olhos...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-U2C65uh_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZlRaDA0Zia0/s72-c/sexo+animal_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7662553617416339678</id><published>2008-03-22T16:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:28:05.217Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0028</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-UzYK5uh6I/AAAAAAAAALY/1FSLfJcRtfc/s1600-h/Escondido_no_armario0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180603436695979938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-UzYK5uh6I/AAAAAAAAALY/1FSLfJcRtfc/s400/Escondido_no_armario0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7662553617416339678?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7662553617416339678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7662553617416339678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7662553617416339678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7662553617416339678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/03/curtas-0028.html' title='Curtas #0028'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R-UzYK5uh6I/AAAAAAAAALY/1FSLfJcRtfc/s72-c/Escondido_no_armario0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7789261515497466484</id><published>2008-03-07T11:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:04:02.410Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.161 ...Pensamentos do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... acabadinhos de receber via mail.&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sexo é como uma estação de serviço: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes recebe-se um serviço completo;&lt;br /&gt;outras vezes tem que se pedir para se ser atendido;&lt;br /&gt;e há vezes em que temos que nos contentar com o self-service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem é como um soalho flutuante: Se for bem montado pode ser pisado durante mais de 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casamento é um relacionamento a dois, no qual uma das pessoas está sempre certa e a outra é o marido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher está sempre ao lado do homem, para o que der e vier;&lt;br /&gt;já o homem, está sempre ao lado da mulher que vier e der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fores chata, as tuas amigas perdoam;&lt;br /&gt;Se fores agressiva, as tuas amigas perdoam;&lt;br /&gt;Se fores egoísta, as tuas amigas perdoam;&lt;br /&gt;Agora experimenta ser magra e linda!&lt;br /&gt;Tás lixada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como a gripe, apanha-se na rua, resolve-se na cama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O excesso de sexo provoca amnésia e outras merdas que agora não me lembro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 'cornos' não existem! Isso são merdas que te andam a por na cabeça, percebeste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não procures o príncipe encantado.&lt;br /&gt;Procura, antes, o lobo mau:&lt;br /&gt;ouve-te melhor; vê-te melhor e ainda te come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente se queixa de assédio sexual no local de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Ou isto começa a ser verdade ou então despeço-me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--//--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, L.D. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7789261515497466484?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7789261515497466484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7789261515497466484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7789261515497466484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7789261515497466484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/03/00161-pensamentos-do-dia.html' title='#00.161 ...Pensamentos do dia...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7598212730964679665</id><published>2008-02-23T13:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:36:30.367Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação e comentário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.160 ...macacos pagam por sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Na Indonésia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macacos pagam por sexo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prostituição não é só a mais velha profissão do mundo, como parece ser a única que extravasa a raça humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num estudo junto de uma população de primatas, na Indonésia, descobriu-se que os machos pagam pelos favores sexuais das fêmeas; ou seja, pela cópula esforçam-se em diversos &lt;u&gt;actos de bajulação&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este comportamento, os macacos não só conseguem aquilo que pretendem como também o conseguem durante mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os resultados da investigação, que durou 20 meses, foram publicados na Animal Behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correio de domingo, 17 de Fevereiro de 2008, pág. 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(meu sublinhado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu comentário:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressão minha, ou o(a) energúmeno(a) que escreveu isto &lt;u&gt;desta forma&lt;/u&gt;, acabou de chamar putas a todas as mulheres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7598212730964679665?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7598212730964679665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7598212730964679665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7598212730964679665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7598212730964679665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/02/00160-macacos-pagam-por-sexo.html' title='#00.160 ...macacos pagam por sexo'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-53212853166009355</id><published>2008-02-23T13:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:19:57.469Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.159 Vou já falar com a minha prima! :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Estudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primos com primos ‘apura filhos’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria popular diz ’primos com primos dá filhos malucos’, afinal uma forma de censura àquela forma de união. Um estudo que incidiu sobre 160 mil casais em 165 anos, na Islândia, revela que estas uniões tendem a ter mais descendentes e um padrão genético mais ‘saudável’, revela a revista Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correio de domingo, 17 de Fevereiro de 2008, pág. 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-53212853166009355?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/53212853166009355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=53212853166009355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/53212853166009355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/53212853166009355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/02/vou-j-falar-com-minha-prima-d.html' title='#00.159 Vou já falar com a minha prima! :-D'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6655117721362403725</id><published>2008-02-20T13:30:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:42:40.844Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0027</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As revistas masculinas também têm este lado: os homens revelam melhor o seu lado idiota quando julgam que estão perante uma mulher estúpida, só porque ela é bonita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O sexo mede-se melhor do que o amor. Sabes logo a seguir se foi bom ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Iggy Pop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirado da crónica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bela é o monstro?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faíza Hayat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;na página 22 da revista &lt;strong&gt;Pública &lt;/strong&gt;de 13 de Janeiro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu comentário:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado que, ou gosto muito de ler a crónica dela, ou não gosto nada. Assim mesmo, sem meios termos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6655117721362403725?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6655117721362403725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6655117721362403725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6655117721362403725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6655117721362403725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/02/curtas-0027.html' title='Curtas #0027'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4774649940435639251</id><published>2008-02-14T16:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:01:14.873Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0026</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banda sonora para aquilo que a gente sabe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sade Adu&lt;br /&gt;Lori Carson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4774649940435639251?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4774649940435639251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4774649940435639251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4774649940435639251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4774649940435639251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/02/curtas-0026.html' title='Curtas #0026'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-774209043242504769</id><published>2008-02-14T14:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:37:52.590Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0025</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;António Variações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amor de conserva"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;É um amor de conserva&lt;br /&gt;Que nós temos de reserva&lt;br /&gt;Prós dias que hão-de vir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Entrou naquela rotina&lt;br /&gt;A cumprir aquela sina&lt;br /&gt;Que o fez começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Conserva&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;É uma voz que desafina&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe que nunca atina&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não se quer calar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;É um amor de conserva&lt;br /&gt;Que nós temos de reserva&lt;br /&gt;Prós dias que hão-de vir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Conserva&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;É um amor de conserva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-774209043242504769?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/774209043242504769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=774209043242504769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/774209043242504769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/774209043242504769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/02/curtas-0025.html' title='Curtas #0025'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1524673237222800163</id><published>2008-02-12T11:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:32:38.895Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0024</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O problema das ligações rápidas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R7GIKuQd0hI/AAAAAAAAALI/JYVdmWNx84k/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166059965367833106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R7GIKuQd0hI/AAAAAAAAALI/JYVdmWNx84k/s400/download.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... é que acaba tudo mais depressa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1524673237222800163?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1524673237222800163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1524673237222800163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1524673237222800163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1524673237222800163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-problema-das-ligaes-rpidas.html' title='Curtas #0024'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R7GIKuQd0hI/AAAAAAAAALI/JYVdmWNx84k/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1913238437244780441</id><published>2008-01-01T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:57:12.188Z</updated><title type='text'>Curtas #0023</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Home Is Where the Hatred Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex o'clock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anita Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, tantas vezes que ainda continua a ser assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1913238437244780441?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1913238437244780441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1913238437244780441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1913238437244780441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1913238437244780441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2008/01/curtas-0023.html' title='Curtas #0023'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8249214056088049947</id><published>2007-12-25T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:48:49.111Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Omar Khayyam, Os Rubaiyat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="5729160400338902021"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pobre o coração que não sabe amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e não conhece o delírio da paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se não amas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que sol pode te aquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou que lua te consolar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8249214056088049947?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8249214056088049947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8249214056088049947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='text'>Curtas #0022</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A direcção da seta marca a diferença?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R3DBFmQMJXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/G1YCoaLsdJw/s1600-h/diferencashomemxmulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147826675996435826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R3DBFmQMJXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/G1YCoaLsdJw/s400/diferencashomemxmulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7290646827552892680?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7290646827552892680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6172088292272139064</id><published>2007-11-25T08:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:04:42.084Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0021</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R0ksZL0PGvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z1V80Ulkza8/s1600-h/genitaliafeminina.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136685661172996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R0ksZL0PGvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z1V80Ulkza8/s400/genitaliafeminina.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://afundasao.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversas-que-devem-ser-evitadas.html"&gt;http://afundasao.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversas-que-devem-ser-evitadas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6172088292272139064?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6172088292272139064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6172088292272139064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6172088292272139064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6172088292272139064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/11/curtas-0021.html' title='Curtas #0021'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/R0ksZL0PGvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z1V80Ulkza8/s72-c/genitaliafeminina.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1727630740850134332</id><published>2007-11-24T08:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T08:47:09.984Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.157 Qual a finalidade do sexo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Se tudo tem uma finalidade, qual é a finalidade do sexo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A resposta óbvia é a procriação.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Rachels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Elementos de Filosofia Moral”&lt;br /&gt;Editora Gradiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante bastante tempo, subscrevi esta crença. Mesmo depois de ler o suficiente para a questionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será de facto assim? Será óbvio que a finalidade do sexo seja a procriação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao acabar de ler o resto da passagem que transcrevi acima, “bateu-me” uma ideia na mioleira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A finalidade óbvia do sexo é o prazer e não a procriação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de argumentar para defender a minha afirmação, cito esta passagem de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bronislaw Malinowski &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magia Ciência e Religião"&lt;br /&gt;Pág. 252&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;Refiro-me ao facto de, na maioria das raças selvagens, a vida sexual se iniciar muito cedo e ser demasiado intensa, de forma que as relações não surgem para eles como um facto raro e extraordinário que os marque pela sua invulgaridade, levando-os, por conseguinte, a procurar as consequências; muito pelo contrário, para eles, a vida sexual é um estado normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Kiriwina, entende-se que as raparigas solteiras a partir dos 6 anos devem dedicar-se quase todas as noites a práticas licenciosas. É irrelevante que tal suceda ou não; o que importa apenas é que, para o nativo de Kiriwina, as relações sexuais são uma ocorrência quase tão comum como comer, beber ou dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é que orienta a observação do nativo, chama a sua atenção para a relação entre uma ocorrência diária perfeitamente normal, por um lado, e um acontecimento excepcional, invulgar, por outro? Como vai entender que o próprio acto que uma mulher realiza quase com a mesma frequência com que come ou bebe, irá, uma, duas ou três vezes em toda a sua vida fazê-la engravidar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que só dois acontecimentos invulgares, raros, podem facilmente revelar uma ligação. Descobrir que algo de extraordinário é o resultado de um acontecimento absolutamente normal exige, para além de um espírito e método científicos, a capacidade de investigar, de isolar os factos, de excluir o supérfluo e de experimentar as circunstâncias. Existindo estas condições, os nativos provavelmente teriam descoberto a relação causal, porque a sua mente funciona segundo as mesmas normas que a nossa: os seus poderes de observação são activos, sempre que revela interesse, e o conceito de causa e efeito não lhes é desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, Malinowski demonstrava ao seu leitor, que a nossa crença no acto sexual como óbvio originador da procriação, não é assim tão óbvio como isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquadra-se numa tentativa para contrariar a crença instalada na altura em que a sua obra foi publicada (1ª metade séc. XX), de que os povos primitivos não dispunham das mesmas capacidades lógicas dos “ocidentais”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1727630740850134332?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1727630740850134332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1727630740850134332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1727630740850134332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1727630740850134332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/11/00157-qual-finalidade-do-sexo.html' title='#00.157 Qual a finalidade do sexo?'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-6911235741321449240</id><published>2007-11-07T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:44:23.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resmunguices'/><title type='text'>#00.156 compromisso e maturidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitas pessoas (leia-se agora: mulheres), têm a “mania” de relacionar a maturidade dos homens com a sua maior ou menor disponibilidade para assumirem ”aquele” compromisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se elas querem juntar os trapinhos, aumentar o número da espécie humana e entregar o IRS em conjunto, ou simplesmente assumir qualquer coisa mais duradoira, os gajos, óbviamente que acederão deliciados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não o quiserem fazer é também óbvio que o motivo é a sua falta de preparação para o compromisso. Não estando preparados, segue-se a conclusão lógica de que são imaturos, ainda não cresceram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me falha em compreender, neste raciocínio tão comum, é o nexo de causalidade entre o assumir do referido compromisso e a maturidade, quando se sabe que tanta gente imatura o assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que para uma determinada situação, apenas encontram uma explicação (ou o seu oposto) e, curiosamente, é tantas vezes logo aquela que mais lhes convém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo e sabido, que se os gajos não se querem comprometer com elas e os seus projectos de vida, deve ter algum defeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pode-se perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressionar alguém a fazer o que desejamos;&lt;br /&gt;Investir numa relação e numa pessoa que não caminha em sintonia connosco;&lt;br /&gt;Ser incapaz de conceber diferentes motivações para uma mesma acção;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será isto sintoma de maturidade? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-6911235741321449240?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/6911235741321449240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=6911235741321449240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6911235741321449240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/6911235741321449240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/11/00156-compromisso-e-maturidade.html' title='#00.156 compromisso e maturidade'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-2485560178836478805</id><published>2007-10-23T06:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T08:42:53.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação e comentário'/><title type='text'>#00.155 afogar o ganso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rx2BOMo2NrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QbjJLmn9CjM/s1600-h/afogar+o+ganso.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124394031928194738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rx2BOMo2NrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QbjJLmn9CjM/s400/afogar+o+ganso.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Significado: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relação sexual; masturbação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origem: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado, os chineses costumavam satisfazer as suas necessidades sexuais com gansos. Pouco antes de ejacularem, os homens afundavam a cabeça da ave na água, para poderem sentir os espasmos anais da vítima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alternativa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afogar o ganso:&lt;/em&gt; apertar a base do pénis quando este está a perder erecção, para manter o sangue na parte superior e continuar na dita cuja função.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://afundasao.blogspot.com/2007/09/afogar-o-ganso.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://afundasao.blogspot.com/2007/09/afogar-o-ganso.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bell-tira-teimas.blogspot.com/2007/09/afogar-o-ganso.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://bell-tira-teimas.blogspot.com/2007/09/afogar-o-ganso.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abeac.org.br/modules.php?name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;amp;sid=44"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://abeac.org.br/modules.php?name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;amp;sid=44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-2485560178836478805?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/2485560178836478805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=2485560178836478805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2485560178836478805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/2485560178836478805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/10/00155-afogar-o-ganso.html' title='#00.155 afogar o ganso'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rx2BOMo2NrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QbjJLmn9CjM/s72-c/afogar+o+ganso.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-448177554132250978</id><published>2007-10-23T05:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:37:08.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.154 medições sexuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acidez Média da Vagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entre 4 e 5 na escala do pH, ou seja,razoavelmente ácida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ângulo Médio de Erecção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 graus acima da horizontal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EJACULAÇÃO E SÉMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velocidade Média da Ejaculação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O esperma é projectado para fora do pénis a 45 Km/h.Quando entra na vagina, demora 5 minutos para atravessar os 15cm de território até ao cervix (1,8 m/h).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volume Médio da Ejaculação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4cm3, mas com uma variação enorme de indivíduo para indivíduo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conteúdo Calórico Médio da Ejaculação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Entre 2 e 5 calorias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcalinidade Média do Sémen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7.0 a 8.0 na escala do pH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viscosidade Média do Sémen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;0.00935 Pa. s. (como comparação, a água tem uma viscosidade de 0.001 Pa.s.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança Média de Vida do Sémen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O esperma geralmente sobrevive 48 horas dentro do corpo da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERTILIDADE E ÓVULOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duração Média da Fertilidade do Óvulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O óvulo permanecerá fértil entre 24 a 48 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Número Médio de Óvulos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;400.000. Ao contrário dos homens, que têm uma capacidade ilimitada de produção de esperma, as mulheres têm uma quantidade de óvulos que é determinada logo à nascença. Apenas 400 são efectivamente largados durante toda a vida da mulher, e a sua qualidade deteriora-se com o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idade Média da Menarca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12,5 anos de idade. Interessantemente, cada década que passa diminui a idade da menarca em 4 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duração Média do Ciclo Menstrual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;28 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duração Média do Período&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idade Média da Menopausa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;48 - 49 anos de idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Espessura Média do Hímen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entre 0.125 e 0.25 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio dos Testículos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5cm de comprimento, 2cm de altura e 3cm de diâmetro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio da Vagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7,6cm ao longo da parede posterior com 2cm de diâmetro. Em excitação,aumenta para 10cm e 6cm, respectivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio do Clitóris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2,5cm. No entanto, a parte que se vê,a glândula clitoral, mede 0,5cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio do Pénis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quase 88% dos homens têm um pénis entre 12,7cm e17,7cm de comprimento em erecção. Em relaxamento, a maioria (90%) mede entre 7,6cm a 12cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio dos Ovários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,75cm de comprimento, 2cm de altura e 2,5cm de espessura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio dos Seios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho médio dos seios das mulheres Americanas é de 91,2cm. O soutien mais usado é o 34B. Em relação ao número do soutien, ficam assim distribuidos:A-15%, B-44%, C-28%, D-10%, os outros 3% são: AA, AAA, DD e por aí fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tamanho Médio dos Mamilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0,55cm nos homens e 0,68cm nas mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tempo Médio para ter uma Erecção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 a 8 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORGASMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Médio para ter um Orgasmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;75% dos homens têm o orgasmo 2 minutos após a penetração. As mulheres demoram pouco menos de 4 minutos a atingir o orgasmo durante a masturbação e entre 10 e 20 minutos durante a penetração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duração Média do Orgasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 a 5 segundos nos homens e 5 a 8 segundos nas mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PÉNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Maior Pénis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho médio de um pénis é de cerca de 15cm, portanto, se o tiveres mais pequeno, não te preocupes, pois o tamanho do pénis não influencia nada a capacidade de um indivíduo proporcionar prazer à sua companheira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O maior membro erecto que aparece na literatura da medicina media 35,5cm, e foi medido pelo Dr. David Reuben em 1969. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Dr. Reuben não divulgou como é que fez as medições, por isso, a sua precisão poderia não ter sido a correcta.O maior pénis clinicamente provado media 34,3cm de comprimento e 15cm de perímetro e foi documentado nos anos 20 pelo Dr. Robert L.Dickinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois, há inúmeros casos de indivíduos da indústria do sexo (actores porno) que dizem que têm o maior pénis do mundo. Há um caso de um actor que aparecia nos filmes com um pénis de 45cm, mas, mais tarde foi provado que era uma fraude, já que havia videos em que ele aparecia com um pénis normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Maior Pénis por Raça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis Jacolliet, um escritor francês do século XIX que passou três décadas a estudar o tamanho dos pénis, disse: "Não há nenhuma raça humana cujos órgãos sexuais masculinos sejam tão desenvolvidos como os dos NegrosAfricanos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Certamente que a crença de que os Africanos têm pénis maiores é bem conhecida, mas será que os factos a confirmam?O mais exaustivo estudo sobre o tamanho dos pénis revela que o tamanho médio de um pénis de um Branco é de 15,7cmde comprimento e 9,3cm de perímetro, enquanto que o pénismédio de um Negro é de 16cm de comprimento e 9,6cm de perímetro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As diferenças, como se pode verificar são muito poucas.Se os pénis forem medidos sem erecção, então as medidas são: para os Negros 10,9cm de comprimento, e para os Brancos 10,16cm.Estes dados, no entanto, não são conclusivos, visto que para este estudo, apareceram apenas 59 Negros, contra 2500 Brancos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Pénis Mais Pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há vários casos na literatura médica de pénis que não ultrapassam 1cm de comprimento quando erectos. Os médicos chamam-lhes "micropénis". Há cirurgias reconstrutivas que conseguem estender o pénis até 7cm de comprimento. Não é muito, mas é melhor que nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maior Extensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cirurgião plástico dinamarquês, o Dr. Jorn Ege Siana, já fez mais de 100 operações de extensão de pénis. Ele diz que atingiu um recorde mundial ao extender um pénis em mais 14,5cm. O paciente foi um indivíduo de 42 anos que tinha um pénis com apenas 4,5cm. Após a operação, o médico convocou uma conferência de imprensa, e apresentou as fotos do "antes" e "depois",que podem ser vistas num site. O Dr. Siana disse também que este foi um caso único, já que as extensões médias variam entre 5 e 7 centímetros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TESTÍCULOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os Maiores Testículos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O testículo normal deve medir cerca de 4cm para os lados e 2cm para a frente. As vítimas de Elefantíase do Escroto, uma doença causada pela obstrução dos vasos dos testículos,podem inchar os testículos até ao tamanho de uma melancia. O maior testículo registado pertencia a um Africano, pesava 70Kg e media mais de meio metro de diâmetro. Felizmente, há um medicamento chamado diethylcarbamazina que consegue reduzir os testículos ao seu tamanho normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Maior Número de Testículos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A presença de mais do que 2 testículos é chamadade poliorquidismo. É raro, mas existem cerca de 75 casos registados até hoje de indivíduos com 3 testículos. No entanto, também há casos de mutantes que nascem com 4 ou até 5 testículos, mas são extremamente raros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SEIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os Maiores Seios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro "The Sexual Anatomy of Women" escrito porW. F. Benedict conta os casos de uma rapariga de14 anos, cujos seios pesavam 7Kg e de uma mulherde 30 anos cujos seios pesavam 9,5Kg cada um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Num outro livro, "Human Oddities", há uma foto de uma mulher cujos seios pesavam 20Kg e mediam 84cm de diâmetro. Em 1995 na China, uma rapariga de 12 anos desenvolveu uns seios com 48cm de largura e 30cm de altura, pesando 10Kg. Os maiores seios do mundo pertencem a uma dona-de-casa belga. São 2,20 metros de busto. Somados, os seus dois peitos pesavam 45 quilos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maior Número de Seios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ter seios a mais é uma doença chamada polymastia.Em 1886, uma mulher francesa apresentou 10 mamilos individuais. Mais tarde, uma mulher polaca de 23 anos apresentava 8 seios. Também há casos de homens com mamilos a mais. Em 1894, foi registado o caso de um indivíduo com 8 mamilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;VAGINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Maior Vagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escocesa Anna Swan (1846-1888) que media 2,37 metros de altura aos 19 anos, casou-se com o Capitão Martin Bates, que media 2,20 metros.Tornaram-se o mais alto casal da história.Em 18 de Junho de 1879, Anna deu à luz o maior bebé da história, pesando 11,7Kg e medindo 86cm de comprimento. Devido ao seu tamanho, a criança não sobreviveu ao nascimento, mas para ele sair, a vagina de Anna dilatou 15cm (a dilatação de um parto normal é de 10cm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Maior Número de Vaginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em casos extremamente raros, há mulheres que nascem com 2 vaginas.Estranhamente, a segunda vagina só é notada a partir da maturidade sexual.A dupla vagina pode aparecer sob várias posições: dois tractos vaginais, mas apenas uma abertura; dois orifícios que se fundem num único tracto; ou duas vaginas completamente separadas com dois úteros e quatro ovários.A cirurgia correctiva consegue tratar todos os casos logo à nascença e a recuperação é excelente.Também existem casos de mulheres que nascem sem vagina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O MUNDO ANIMAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais Órgãos Sexuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ténia, um parasita intestinal, tem o maior número de órgãos sexuais de todos os seres vivos.A ténia adulta tem uma cabeça equipada compequenos ganchos que utiliza para se agarrar aos intestinos do seu hospedeiro. A partir da cabeça, nascem vários segmentos, cada um deles com um par completo de órgãos sexuais(masculino e feminino). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma ténia normal pode crescer desde 1 milímetro até 9 metros de comprimento, e tem, literalmente, relações sexuais consigo própria. Cada segmento acasala consigo mesmo e daí nascem ovos, que são arrastados pelos dejectos do hospedeiro. Sob condições ideais, uma ténia pode crescer bastante: a maior alguma vez encontrada media mais de 70 metros de comprimento e tinha mais de 11.000 segmentos, ou seja, 22.000 órgãos sexuais individuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Maior Pénis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como se imaginava, o maior animal que alguma vez existiu, também deve ser o animal com o maior pénis. Entre os animais terrestres, o Elefante Africano é o que tem o maior pénis, medindo 1,5m a 2m de comprimento. O maior pénis, no entanto, pertence à Baleia Azul e mede aproximadamente 3 metros de comprimento e 91 cm de diâmetro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os Maiores Testículos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação aos animais terrestres, os maiores testículos são, claro,os do Elefante Africano. Estes pesam 2Kg cada e têm o volume de uma bola de futebol. Mas quem os tem maiores é a Baleia do Norte, que tem um par de gonadas que chegam a pesar quase uma tonelada. Este tamanho enorme é explicado por um fenómeno de adaptação evolucionário chamado 'competição de esperma'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando a fêmea fica com o cio, ela é automaticamente abordada por cerca de 30 machos que se empurram uns aos outros para se conseguirem colocar em posição. Quando um macho acaba (geralmente não passa dos 30 segundos), outro macho toma o seu lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os seus gigantescos testículos servem para 'lavar' o esperma dos outros machos, através de um esguicho de centenas de litros do seu próprio esperma, assegurando assim, que os seus genes serão transmitidos à geração seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maior Quantidade de Esperma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Drosophila bifurca, uma espécie de mosca da fruta, consegue produzir uma quantidade de esperma 20 vezes maior do que o seu próprio corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Maior Vagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pertence à (quem mais havia de ser?) Baleia Azul. A vulva é basicamente uma longa abertura ao longo do corpo da baleia, e mede entre 1,8m e 2,4m de comprimento. Após o coito, expande-se até 7metros para poder suportar a cria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coito Mais Longo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cobras, são os animais de maior 'resistência sexual'. Normalmente, costumam ficar unidos entre 6 a 12 horas.O recorde pertence a duas cascavéis cujo coito demorou, nada mais nada menos do que 22h e 45min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coito Mais Curto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mosquitos, que acasalam no ar, fazem aquilo que têm de fazer em menos de 2 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais Cópulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os roedores são os mestres supremos quando se trata de acasalamento repetitivo. Só em relação ao hamster dourado, um macho adulto pode copular até 175 vezes em pouco mais de 30 minutos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--//--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afresquinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/medies-exuais.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://afresquinha.blogspot.com/2007/10/medies-exuais.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-448177554132250978?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/448177554132250978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=448177554132250978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/448177554132250978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/448177554132250978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/10/00154-medies-sexuais.html' title='#00.154 medições sexuais'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5586080502111222372</id><published>2007-10-23T04:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T04:30:37.028+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>#00.153 Gosto mais de morenas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rx1qTco2NmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RkfQYc_b9vA/s1600-h/blond_hair_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368833355069026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rx1qTco2NmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RkfQYc_b9vA/s400/blond_hair_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... tou no síttio certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--//--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Roubado daqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coisasdanet-enaoso.blogspot.com/2007/10/percentagem-de-loiras-na-europa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://coisasdanet-enaoso.blogspot.com/2007/10/percentagem-de-loiras-na-europa.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5586080502111222372?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5586080502111222372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5586080502111222372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5586080502111222372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5586080502111222372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/10/00153-gosto-mais-de-morenas.html' title='#00.153 Gosto mais de morenas...'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rx1qTco2NmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RkfQYc_b9vA/s72-c/blond_hair_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7577498109994098779</id><published>2007-10-18T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:20:54.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.152 Sexóloga Responde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho 20 anos e ainda não tive relações sexuais porque gostaria que a 1ª vez fosse com um namorado fixo. O que acha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha 1ª vez também foi com um namorado fixo. Amarrei-o à cama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que fazer para surpreender um namorado tímido na primeira noite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareça com um amante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um amigo que quer fazer sexo comigo mas ele tem um pénis de 24 cm. Acho que vai ser doloroso, o que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mande para cá que eu testo por si. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como faço para seduzir o rapaz que eu amo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire a roupa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminei com o meu ex. porque ele é muito chato e agora estou com outro, mas ainda gosto do ex. e às vezes ainda fico com ele!&lt;br /&gt;O que devo fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem era mesmo chato nesta história? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero saber como enlouquecer um homem só nos preliminares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostre umas fotos de uns BMW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como enlouqueço meu parceiro numa relação na casa de banho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já usou desentupidor de pia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como conquistar um homem que tem namorada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique logo com os dois. Gente complicada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saí com um gatinho e foi óptimo. Só que agora fico com medo de ligar para ele. Será que devo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depende. O gatinho sabe cagar na caixa de areia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho 18 anos mas adoro brincar com bonecas e com a minha irmã de 2 anos. Também entro na net e não me farto de ver cenas de sexo.&lt;br /&gt;O que devo fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passe numa sex shop e compre um boneco insuflável de boas proporções. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou feia, pobre e chata. O que devo fazer para alguém gostar de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar bonita, rica e ser simpática. Obviamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O rapaz com quem namoro é muito porreiro, mas está a dar sinais de ser alcoólico. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que devo fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o deixe conduzir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque, na hora do sexo, quando a gente está no vai e vem, na hora que o corpo entra em atrito, faz aquele barulho de quem está a bater palmas? Porque nessa hora a gente fica mas excitado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É porque parece que tem claque, tá a ver? Da próxima vez grite para a malta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não tenho uma cara propriamente linda, apesar de ser normal e não ser feia. O que mais atrai os rapazes é o meu corpo. O que fazer para conseguir comer alguns gatos tendo em conta que tenho 13 anos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta idade você tem que comer Nestum, entende? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho 28 anos e sou virgem, não aguento mais esta situação. Como mudá-la o mais rápido possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está em Lisboa? Vá ao Intendente, de madrugada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou virgem e aconteceu-me, pela primeira vez, fazer sexo oral. Acabei por engolir aquilo e quero saber se corro o risco de ficar grávida.&lt;br /&gt;Estou desesperada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que corre o risco de ficar grávida. E a criança vai sair pelas orelhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A primeira vez dói? Qual a melhor posição para a mulher na primeira relação? Tenho 21 anos e ainda não tive sexo porque tenho medo de doer e não aguentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói tanto que você vai ficar em coma e NUNCA mais se vai levantar. Veja se deixa de ser fresca, oh Cinderela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7577498109994098779?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7577498109994098779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7577498109994098779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7577498109994098779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7577498109994098779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/10/00152-sexologa-responde.html' title='#00.152 Sexóloga Responde'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1093081081145545836</id><published>2007-10-07T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:11:34.390+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post roubado'/><title type='text'>#00.151 postsecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/RwiuPco2NlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J4Bs1U5Tb-s/s1600-h/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118532556915357266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/RwiuPco2NlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J4Bs1U5Tb-s/s400/postsecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1093081081145545836?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1093081081145545836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1093081081145545836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1093081081145545836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1093081081145545836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/10/00149-postsecret.html' title='#00.151 postsecret'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/RwiuPco2NlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J4Bs1U5Tb-s/s72-c/postsecret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-167228712687704745</id><published>2007-09-30T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:10:24.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>#00.150 a matrícula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rv9lA8o2NkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gSBTs80OG3M/s1600-h/matriculacuriosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115918768668030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rv9lA8o2NkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gSBTs80OG3M/s400/matriculacuriosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-167228712687704745?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/167228712687704745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=167228712687704745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/167228712687704745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/167228712687704745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/09/00148-matrcula.html' title='#00.150 a matrícula'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rv9lA8o2NkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gSBTs80OG3M/s72-c/matriculacuriosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5613585133104629464</id><published>2007-09-24T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:08:51.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><title type='text'>#00.149 As mulheres portuguesas são parvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(03/03/2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Confissões de uma liberal", pág. 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maria Filomena Mónica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos últimos tempos, fui entrevistada por vários jornais, os quais, suponho que devido à crise económica, me enviaram raparigas muito novas. Eram geralmente bonitas, espertas, altas modernas e rápidas. Eis, pensei a Nova mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inesperadamente, o final das conversas tendeu a escorregar para a dificuldade que encontravam na compatibilização entre o trabalho e a maternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num caso, aconteceu mesmo ter eu descoberto estar a desempenhar o papel de psicanalista, dando conselhos sobre a forma como a jornalista, que acabara de ter um filho, podia e devia reivindicar para si, sem se sentir culpabilizada, um maior espaço de autonomia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suponho que o facto de ser mulher, mãe e avó convida a estas confissões imprevistas. Não me importei: as revelações das jovens serviram para me mostrar que as novas gerações, pelo menos as da classe média não têm a vida mais facilitada do que eu tive há quarenta anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um lado, «as criadas de servir», como antigamente lhes chamávamos, são hoje mais caras, por outro, a ideologia dominante sobre a função da mulher alterou-se menos do que eu pensava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isto que um trabalho, publicado por Karin Wall, do Instituto de Ciências Sociais, e por Lígia Amâncio, do ISCTE, veio demonstrar. A quase totalidade dos portugueses (93%) considera que, num casal, tanto o homem quanto a mulher devem trabalhar fora de casa, mas um número impressionante (78%) diz que a criança pequena sofre quando a mãe trabalha. Cerca de metade da população afirma que as mães se deveriam abster de trabalhar quando têm filhos com menos de seis anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, devido aos salários, reduzidos, da maioria dos trabalhadores masculinos, Portugal possui a mais alta taxa de emprego feminino da Europa, uma situação que só pode conduzir a que as portuguesas vivam em estado permanente de culpabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há mais. Os portugueses excedem-se verbalmente no seu amor pelas crianças: para 62 por cento, os indivíduos que não têm filhos levam uma «vida vazia». Ora, são estes senhores, que tanto dizem amar os filhos, que se não dão ao trabalho de lhes mudar as fraldas, de os levar ao médico ou de os alimentar. As mulheres portuguesas gastam três vezes mais horas do que os homens na lida doméstica: dispendem, por semana, vinte e seis horas enquanto eles apenas gastam sete, o que dá uma diferença de dezanove horas semanais, uma média superior à europeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As portuguesas continuam a ser exploradas, como se nada se tivesse passado desde o momento, na década de 1960, em que a minha geração ergueu a bandeira da emancipação feminina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das jovens que reponderam ao inquérito declararam conformar-se com a distribuição do trabalho vigente, chegando a dizer «nós nunca nos zangamos por causa das tarefas domésticas», continuando a lavar a roupa, a passar a ferro e a mudar fraldas, como se os filhos não fossem responsabilidade de ambos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei, por experiência própria, que é mais fácil fazer greve às tarefas domésticas do que ao tratamento dos filhos. Apesar das minhas resistências, acabei por admitir que existe um laço afectivo diferente entre a mulher, que teve de carregar o feto na barriga durante nove meses, e o homem, que se limitou a depositar nos ovários um montinho de espermatozóides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto não explica a exploração a que as minhas compatriotas são sujeitas, não só pelos maridos, como por uma sociedade que continuas a atribuir-lhes todos os males contemporâneos, do consumo juvenil da droga à anomia cerebral dos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que a situação fosse tão má. Na minha ingenuidade, pensei que, na História, havia domínios – sendo um deles a emancipação feminina – em que se tinham verificado progressos. Depois de ler estes dados, tenho dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas raparigas ainda parecem pensar que a sua única função no Universo consiste em desempenhar os papéis de esposas devotadas, paranoicamente ocupadas com a limpeza do pó, e mães tão excelsas quanto a virgem Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De certa forma, o destino das raparigas na casa dos trinta ou quarenta anos corre o risco de ser pior do que o meu. Quando casei, o que de mim se esperava, além da procriação continuada, era que se passasse o dia a arrumar a casa, a cozinhar pratos requintados e a vigiar a despensa. Hoje, a estas tarefas, vieram juntar-se outras. As mulheres modernas são supostas ser boas na cama, profissionais competentes e estrelas nos salões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto é uma utopia. Nem a mais super das super mulheres pode levar as crianças à escola, atender os clientes no escritório, ir à hora de almoço ao cabeleireiro, voltar ao escritório onde a espera sempre um problema urgente, fazer compras num moderno supermercado, ler umas páginas de Kant antes de mudar as fraldas do pimpolho, dar um retoque na maquilhagem, telefonar a três babysitters antes de arranjar uma, ir ao restaurante jantar com os amigos do marido, discutir a última crise governamental e satisfazer as fantasias sexuais difundidas pelos canais de televisão. Estou a falar, note-se, de mulheres socialmente privilegiadas. A vida das pobres deve é um inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que a luta tem de continuar. Não sei se sou «feminista», nem a questão terminológica me interessa. Sei que sou contra todas as injustiças e, entre elas, contra a ideologia que nos quer manter encerradas numa Casa de Bonecas. Ao longo dos anos, tenho ouvido de tudo, incluindo mulheres que dizem estar contra a emancipação feminina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que não valia a pena perder tempo com tontas. Mais madura, considero hoje que o melhor é retirar-lhes o direito ao voto, o direito ao divórcio e a protecção legal contra a violência doméstica. Se gostam de ser escravas, que o sejam. Acabou-se o tempo das contemporizações. Quem luta, tem direitos; quem se resigna, fica de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5613585133104629464?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5613585133104629464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5613585133104629464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5613585133104629464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5613585133104629464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-mulheres-portuguesas-so-parvas.html' title='#00.149 As mulheres portuguesas são parvas'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4676262005719903852</id><published>2007-09-24T08:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:07:34.599+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>#00.148 Amor perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não há&lt;br /&gt;Nunca houve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centenas&lt;br /&gt;Num canteiro&lt;br /&gt;Que contemplo&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendido e distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Londres&lt;br /&gt;5 de Junho 97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ Alberto de Lacerda, Horizonte ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4676262005719903852?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4676262005719903852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4676262005719903852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4676262005719903852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4676262005719903852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/09/amor-perfeito.html' title='#00.148 Amor perfeito'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8627425060992142993</id><published>2007-09-13T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:15:16.755+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>#00.147 Férias em famíla</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ó pra eles todos contentes :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Ruk3ekYPGQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eZK61i1oBRE/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109676250529470722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Ruk3ekYPGQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eZK61i1oBRE/s400/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8627425060992142993?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8627425060992142993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8627425060992142993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8627425060992142993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8627425060992142993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/09/00147-frias-em-famla.html' title='#00.147 Férias em famíla'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Ruk3ekYPGQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eZK61i1oBRE/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-5824775752135406009</id><published>2007-09-04T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:23:45.940+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.146 A casa está menos desarrumada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rt0i1LpO3mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OF2gXZbYpKg/s1600-h/Bd+-+casa+menos+desarrumada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106275849562152546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rt0i1LpO3mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OF2gXZbYpKg/s400/Bd+-+casa+menos+desarrumada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O problema de algumas mulheres é ficarem todas excitadas por nada.&lt;br /&gt;E depois casarem-se com ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metade de todos os casamentos acabam em divórcio – e depois há os que são mesmo infelizes.&lt;br /&gt;- Joan Rivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O casamento é o primeiro passo para o divórcio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma excelente dona de casa. Todas as vezes que me divorcio, fico com a casa.&lt;br /&gt;- Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós éramos um casal perfeito – eu sentia-me sempre culpada e ele culpava-me de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;- Penny Kaganoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiser casar com alguém, vá almoçar com a sua ex-mulher.&lt;br /&gt;- Shelly Winters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS mulheres esperam que os maridos mudem depois de casarem mas eles não mudam;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens esperam que as mulheres não mudem mas elas mudam.&lt;br /&gt;- Betina Arndt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor; a averiguação;&lt;br /&gt;Casamento; a subjugação;&lt;br /&gt;Divórcio; a investigação.&lt;br /&gt;- Helen Rowland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o homem certo não aparece, há outras coisas bem piores: uma é aparecer o homem errado.&lt;br /&gt;- Letitita Baldridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divórcio: Fissão depois da fusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O divórcio é a única tragédia humana que reduz tudo a uma questão de dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;- Rita Mae Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O preço do pecado é a pensão alimentar.&lt;br /&gt;- Carolyn Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando saio com alguém, olho para o tipo e penso:&lt;br /&gt;«Será este o homem que quero que os meus filhos passem os fins-de-semana?»&lt;br /&gt;- Rita Rudner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou chateada com o meu divórcio. Só estou chateada por não ser viúva.&lt;br /&gt;- Roseanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens sempre tiveram medo que as mulheres conseguissem sobreviver sem eles.&lt;br /&gt;- Margaret Mead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de casar – o que lamento dizê-lo, penso ser um instinto básico e fundamental das mulheres – é quase imediatamente seguido por um outro, igualmente básico e fundamental – que é o desejo de ficar solteira novamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Nora Ephron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sequer acreditava em divórcio até casar.&lt;br /&gt;- Diane Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-5824775752135406009?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/5824775752135406009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=5824775752135406009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5824775752135406009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/5824775752135406009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/09/00146-casa-est-menos-desarrumada.html' title='#00.146 A casa está menos desarrumada'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rt0i1LpO3mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OF2gXZbYpKg/s72-c/Bd+-+casa+menos+desarrumada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-1669134753124582081</id><published>2007-08-30T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:51:15.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><title type='text'>#00.145 Pistas para uma discriminação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque razão se vêem WCs públicos a dizer: Homens / Senhoras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque se diz: Marido e Mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-1669134753124582081?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/1669134753124582081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=1669134753124582081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1669134753124582081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/1669134753124582081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/pistas-para-uma-discriminao.html' title='#00.145 Pistas para uma discriminação'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-7812967643498466855</id><published>2007-08-21T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:38:11.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curtas #0020</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/RssibLpO3lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EqkA_qB2OBo/s1600-h/desculpas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101208853304761938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/RssibLpO3lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EqkA_qB2OBo/s400/desculpas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-7812967643498466855?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/7812967643498466855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=7812967643498466855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7812967643498466855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/7812967643498466855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/00145-desculpas.html' title='Curtas #0020'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/RssibLpO3lI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EqkA_qB2OBo/s72-c/desculpas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4752723763094293217</id><published>2007-08-21T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:12:47.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estereótipos'/><title type='text'>#00.144 sexo com estranhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rssg4rpO3kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N8Sq6E0fIDE/s1600-h/revista+sÃ¡bado_sexo+estranhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101207161087647298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rssg4rpO3kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N8Sq6E0fIDE/s400/revista+s%C3%A1bado_sexo+estranhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para algumas pessoas, o facto de mulheres se encontrarem com homens que nunca conheceram, com o propósito de terem sexo, pode ser surpreendente e até, para algumas mentalidades, chocante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até porque as mulheres costumam “malhar” nos homens devido aos seus (deles) baixos níveis de exigência, quando se trata de obter sexo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens, bem, já se sabe que os homens há muito tempo que têm sexo com mulheres que não conhecem. Até pagam, para terem sexo com desconhecidas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deveria a capa da revista dizer “pessoas que têm sexo com outras que não conhecem”?&lt;br /&gt;Ou&lt;br /&gt;Sexo entre desconhecidos(as)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que constitui notícia? Será que vale a pena alongar a questão de que para essas mulheres terem sexo com desconhecidos, eles têm de ter fazer o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, mas tal como a história do homem que mordeu o cão, a notícia assim é mais surpreendente para as mentalidades instituídas! Vende mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joga também, conscientemente ou por acaso, com a questão da ideia da “moralidade superior” feminina no que se refere à sexualidade, onde os homens são constantemente acusados de imaturidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é, de facto, uma novidade, como aliás, algumas pessoas comentaram. Mas constitui uma novidade para muitos leitores da revista. O swing entrou no vocabulário popular recentemente, o dogging e o carparking têm ainda menos tempo. Não fará parte do trabalho dos jornalistas levar notícias novas aos "seus" leitores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poder-se-á considerar uma peça de jornalismo de qualidade? Isenta? Talvez não! Mas os comentários que li sobre a reportagem parecem-me desproporcionados. Crítica fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No fundo, é apenas a exploração de casos em que pessoas têm sexo com outras pessoas sem se conhecerem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que raio, essas pessoas desconhecidas, por vezes, até estão casadas umas com as outras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Visto aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://colectivofeminista.blogspot.com/2007/07/ena-descobriram-plvora.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://colectivofeminista.blogspot.com/2007/07/ena-descobriram-plvora.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4752723763094293217?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4752723763094293217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4752723763094293217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4752723763094293217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4752723763094293217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/00143-sexo-com-estranhos.html' title='#00.144 sexo com estranhos'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEH9XwCGtQw/Rssg4rpO3kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N8Sq6E0fIDE/s72-c/revista+s%C3%A1bado_sexo+estranhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-4054334769006390159</id><published>2007-08-20T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:13:47.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#00.143 casamento de conveniência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vinha eu a conduzir, descansadinho da vida, quando me lembrei de “casamentos de conveniência”. Sobretudo de um caso em particular, mais de conveniência do que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No entanto, não serão todos os casamentos, de conveniência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-4054334769006390159?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/4054334769006390159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=4054334769006390159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4054334769006390159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/4054334769006390159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/00143-casamento-de-convenincia.html' title='#00.143 casamento de conveniência'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896925.post-8573281510739290901</id><published>2007-08-12T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:16:56.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discriminações'/><title type='text'>#00.142 “Menino não entra”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há uns tempos atrás (Fevereiro de 2007) coloquei um post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#00.129 Ginásio para mulheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em que mencionava uma “nova moda”: ginásios exclusivamente para mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava à espera que alguém pegasse no assunto. Que se sentisse incomodado com a discriminação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, aparte alguns comentários inofensivos, ninguém pegou na deixa. Os gajos andam distraídos, as feministas militantes assobiam para o lado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto quanto eu saiba, e perdoem-me a ignorância, o último clube masculino por excelência, a saber, as forças armadas portuguesas, foi obrigado a aceitar membros femininos quando uma mulher de “armas” fez valer os seus direitos constitucionais de não ser discriminada com base no seu sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto quanto eu saiba, a Constituição ainda não mudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata aqui de uma empresa a aproveitar um nicho de mercado e fornecer serviços vocacionados exclusivamente para mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é correcto que os homens não se podem inscrever, trata-se pura e simplesmente, de discriminação. De proibir a frequência de um ginásio a um conjunto de pessoas apenas porque são do sexo masculino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há por aí algum(a) licenciado(a) em Direito que se pronuncie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896925-8573281510739290901?l=homempasmado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/feeds/8573281510739290901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896925&amp;postID=8573281510739290901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8573281510739290901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896925/posts/default/8573281510739290901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homempasmado.blogspot.com/2007/08/00142-menino-no-entra.html' title='#00.142 “Menino não entra”'/><author><name>homempasmado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722168306520144855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
