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1960's housewife funny comics?
I saw some magnets, key chains and other items of cartoon 1960's womans faces saying funny stuff like "heavily medicated and happy!" with them smiling! Where can I find this stuff or pics on the internet?

www.allposters.com/-sp/-Posters_i391626_…

How many GUYS here like watching Desperate Housewives?
I like the comic part of the show so i watch. Am I alone?

I watch it sometimes with my sister... It's interesting!!

Its about the opening scenes of desperate housewives ?
okay
im decorating my room
i want something funky and retro.
thats where desperate housewives come in.
well the opening creds anyway
in the first few scenes there is the theme tune right and i just want to know the name of the graphics that accompany it.
its the part where the female enters the kitchen and punches her husband - its like a comic strip graphic you know what in mean?
does it have and actual name ?
does anybody know any decent art of that type?
i want to search google but my attempts are futile!!!
its so frustrating! grrr
thanks for any help you guys xx

It's meant to look like the art of Roy Lichtenstein. In the 1960s, he made large pieces of pop art that were in the comic-book style, enlarged so you could see the tiny dots in the coloring process. At the same time they were comments on the gender politics of the 1950's - women often portrayed as sobbing, moody housewives.

Search Wikipedia or Google Images on "Roy Lichtenstein" and you'll see a bunch of his art in that style. You can probably get a bunch of posters based on his art, like from an art museum store.

You are stranded on a deserted island?
You are left on a deserted island by yourself for a year. You have reading material+ plus a portable TV.Only problem is the portable TV airs The Real Housewives of Orange County. Other source of entertainment is you can read out of 50 Japanese styled comic books.Which would you pick for entertainment?

I'll take the comic books, that way I will rip out each page and make some type of shade out of it. Or I can always use the paper for kindling. ( It does get cool at night time)

Then again- I am sure I can make a make a crude telegraph out of the tv.....

What your opinion? how economics and theory explain the shortage of available, apealing men?
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the available, sociable, and genuinely attractive man is a character highly in demand in social settings. Dinner hosts are always looking for the man who fits all the criteria. When they don't find him (often), they throw up their hands and settle for the sociable but unattractive, the attractive but unsociable, and, as a last resort, for the merely available.
The shortage of appealing men is a century-plus-old commonplace of the society melodrama. The shortage—or—more exactly, the perception of a shortage—becomes evident as you hit your late 20s and more acute as you wander into the 30s. Some men explain their social fortune by believing they've become more attractive with age; many women prefer the far likelier explanation that male faults have become easier to overlook.
The problem of the eligible bachelor is one of the great riddles of social life. Shouldn't there be about as many highly eligible and appealing men as there are attractive, eligible women?
Actually, no—and here's why. Consider the classic version of the marriage proposal: A woman makes it known that she is open to a proposal, the man proposes, and the woman chooses to say yes or no. The structure of the proposal is not, "I choose you." It is, "Will you choose me?" A woman chooses to receive the question and chooses again once the question is asked.
The idea of the woman choosing expressed in the proposal is a resilient one. The woman picking among suitors is a rarely reversed archetype of romantic love that you'll find everywhere from Jane Austen to Desperate Housewives. Or take any comic wedding scene: Invariably, it'll have the man standing dazed at the altar, wondering just how it is he got there.
Obviously, this is simplified—in contemporary life, both sides get plenty of chances to be selective. But as a rough-and-ready model, it's not bad, and it contains a solution to the Eligible-Bachelor Paradox.
You can think of this traditional concept of the search for marriage partners as a kind of an auction. In this auction, some women will be more confident of their prospects, others less so. In game-theory terms, you would call the first group "strong bidders" and the second "weak bidders." Your first thought might be that the "strong bidders"—women who (whether because of looks, social ability, or any other reason) are conventionally deemed more of a catch—would consistently win this kind of auction.
But this is not true. In fact, game theory predicts, and empirical studies of auctions bear out, that auctions will often be won by "weak" bidders, who know that they can be outbid and so bid more aggressively, while the "strong" bidders will hold out for a really great deal. You can find a technical discussion of this here. (Be warned: "Bidding Behavior in Asymmetric Auctions" is not for everyone, and I certainly won't claim to have a handle on all the math.) But you can also see how this works intuitively if you just consider that with a lot at stake in getting it right in one shot, it's the women who are confident that they are holding a strong hand who are likely to hold out and wait for the perfect prospect.
This is how you come to the Eligible-Bachelor Paradox, which is no longer so paradoxical. The pool of appealing men shrinks as many are married off and taken out of the game, leaving a disproportionate number of men who are notably imperfect (perhaps they are short, socially awkward, underemployed). And at the same time, you get a pool of women weighted toward the attractive, desirable "strong bidders."
Where have all the most appealing men gone? Married young, most of them—and sometimes to women whose most salient characteristic was not their beauty, or passion, or intellect, but their decisiveness.
Evolutionary psychologists will remind us that there's a long line of writing about "female choosiness" going back to Darwin and the male peacocks competing to get noticed by "choosy" mates with their splendid plumage. But you don't have to buy that kind of reductive biological explanation (I don't) to see the force of the "women choose" model. You only have to accept that for whatever socially constructed reason, the choice of getting married is one in which the woman is usually the key player. It might be the man who's supposed to ask the official, down-on-the-knee question, but it usually comes after a woman has made the central decision. Of course, in this, as in all matters of love, your experience may vary.
There may be those who look at this and try to derive some sort of prescription, about when to "bid," when to hold out, and when (as this Atlantic story urges) to "settle." If you're inclined to do that, approach with care. Game theory deals with how best to win the prize, but it works only when you can decide what's worth winning.

"Short, socially awkward, underemployed..." this negative characterization points to the female ideal in men - tall, glib, and rich; sincerity, character, and intelligence are secondary. It's a self-limiting formula but it's historically accurate, for the human race is evolved from more women than men. That is, there are more moms than there are dads. Concerning the availability of appealing men, you should understand that, from a man's point of view (especially the tall, glib, and rich variety), marriage never plugged no holes... which easily explains why there are fewer fathers and more mothers.

Game theory also tells us that if you define your "prize" with the wrong parameters, you may win but you may find that you and your prize weren't even playing the same game.

I am looking for the name of a specific type of comic book art.?
the type of comic is at the begining of The Desprate Housewives with the girl with bond hair who punches the guy in the face. i have to know what that type of comic book art is called!

That's not comic art. It's based on a painting by Roy Lichtenstein. There was a whole series of a blond girl crying over her boyfriend Brad: www.flickr.com/photos/kellyhaferm… , facweb.cs.depaul.edu/sgrais/image… . Here's a link about him... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Lichten… He was a very influential POP artist, who drew his inspiration from the comics of the 60's. The biggest difference between comic book art and his are that his are very large scale paintings and each dot that forms color such as skin tones are individually painted vs. the fact that the dots in a comic page are made by the printing process.

HELP HELP HELP with my story?
It was a scorching hot Sunday in Douliou, Taiwan. The dirty and messy road was filled with stray dogs roaming for food. I was wearing big glasses and a shirt that was passed down from my big brother. I lived in a one floored normal sized house with one kitchen, a small bathroom, living room, three bedrooms, and a front and back yard. My lazy and kind dad is a high school teacher and my caring mom is a housewife. I enjoy reading comic, books, and going biking. There are a total of five handsome macho guys and a woman in my family. My mom always wanted a daughter that has skin as pale as porcelain, skin as soft as the paw of a cat, and sparkly black eyes framed by long black eyelashes, but the sad thing is, she kept on having male babies. I’m an eighth grader this year and school has just begun.

On Sunday morning I was playing with green beetles under the bright yellow sun with my two naughty little brothers. My big brother is away in the library. I’ll have to admit that everyone in my family except my mom are considered as nerds. Although we are not rich guys, we are all one of the top ten students in class.

Sunday flew by as quickly as the wind, and Monday is fast to catch up. Tiresome Mondays to noon on Saturdays are always school days. We don’t have Saturday and Sunday as weekends, we only have Sunday. We have tests every single day in school. I hate how we have so many tests! It’s always the routine of learn the things today and test the things tomorrow. It’s like a never-ending river of tests and quizzes. The worst part of school is that the ugly and evil teacher smacks you hard on your back with a whip for each point you miss on the test.

After school my brothers and I were required to go to our teacher’s “haunted” house till 9:00 for boring after school classes. This is the place where we study for our tests.

I was always one of the top five students in eighth grade and there are about 10 classes with 50 students in each class. By that, you can see that I’m quite smart. Teachers group classes by academic performances, so people with the same abilities are in the same class. I’m always in the “nerd” class.

Every year I have the exact same goal, which is to become the ranked one student in class. The closest I have ever gotten to, was to be ranked second. The top student is always this short rich guy named Henry Dong; sometimes I am really temped to punch him hard in the stomach.

I am determined to have the best grades in class this year. I worked extremely hard with all my homework and I studied till midnight every single night. Instead of going out to play on Sundays like other guys, I always stayed in my room with a pencil on my ear and books stacked up on my desk. I try to make friends with smart guys in my class so I can learn things through conversations with them. I even asked the “evil” teacher to give me extra homework for practice.

Today is the day of the final exam. My palms are sweating when I took the paper from my teacher’s hands. I have confidence that I will get full score on this test. After two hours of taking the important and hard test, I handed it to the teacher.

The next day I rushed to school eager to find out how well I did on the test. Many people were crowding in front of the bulletin board, where the teacher shows the score of our exam. Everyone cheered when I walked toward the bulletin board. I had the best score in my class! I was overflowed with joy, and unable to talk. People are congratulating me and slapping me on the back. Even the teacher came and congratulated me. From this, I learned that practice makes perfect. I practiced very hard every night so I got the honor to be the top student of our class.

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your writing is pretty good but i think you need to widen your vocabulary and maybe try a variety of length of sentences because most of your are pretty short.

Can someone help me profreed this thing?
It was a scorching hot Sunday in Douliou, Taiwan. The dirty and messy road was filled with stray dogs roaming for food. I was wearing big glasses and a shirt that was passed down from my big brother. I lived in a one floored normal sized house with one kitchen, a small bathroom, living room, three bedrooms, and a front and back yard. My lazy and kind dad is a high school teacher and my caring mom is a housewife. I enjoy reading comic, books, and going biking. There are a total of five handsome macho guys and a woman in my family. My mom always wanted a daughter that has skin as pale as porcelain, skin as soft as the paw of a cat, and sparkly black eyes framed by long black eyelashes, but the sad thing is, she kept on having male babies. I’m an eighth grader this year and school has just begun.
On Sunday morning I was playing with green beetles under the bright yellow sun with my two naughty little brothers. My big brother is away in the library. I’ll have to admit that everyone in my family except my mom are considered as nerds. Although we are not rich guys, we are all one of the top ten students in class.
Sunday flew by as quickly as the wind, and Monday is fast to catch up. Tiresome Mondays to noon on Saturdays are always school days. We don’t have Saturday and Sunday as weekends, we only have Sunday. We have tests every single day in school. I hate how we have so many tests! It’s always the routine of learn the things today and test the things tomorrow. It’s like a never-ending river of tests and quizzes. The worst part of school is that the ugly and evil teacher smacks you hard on your back with a whip for each point you miss on the test.
After school my brothers and I were required to go to our teacher’s “haunted” house till 9:00 for boring after school classes. This is the place where we study for our tests.
I was always one of the top five students in eighth grade and there are about 10 classes with 50 students in each class. By that, you can see that I’m quite smart. Teachers group classes by academic performances, so people with the same abilities are in the same class. I’m always in the “nerd” class.
Every year I have the exact same goal, which is to become the ranked one student in class. The closest I have ever gotten to, was to be ranked second. The top student is always this short rich guy named Henry Dong; sometimes I am really temped to punch him hard in the stomach.
I am determined to have the best grades in class this year. I worked extremely hard with all my homework and I studied till midnight every single night. Instead of going out to play on Sundays like other guys, I always stayed in my room with a pencil on my ear and books stacked up on my desk. I try to make friends with smart guys in my class so I can learn things through conversations with them. I even asked the “evil” teacher to give me extra homework for practice.
Today is the day of the final exam. My palms are sweating when I took the paper from my teacher’s hands. I have confidence that I will get full score on this test. After two hours of taking the important and hard test, I handed it to the teacher.
The next day I rushed to school eager to find out how well I did on the test. Many people were crowding in front of the bulletin board, where the teacher shows the score of our exam. Everyone cheered when I walked toward the bulletin board. I had the best score in my class! I was overflowed with joy, and unable to talk. People are congratulating me and slapping me on the back. Even the teacher came and congratulated me. From this, I learned that practice makes perfect. I practiced very hard every night so I got the honor to be the top student of our class.

good for your age
check verb tenses. you switch between past, present, and future. stay in the same tense during the entire paragraph. it would be better to stay in the same tense for the entire paper. definitely do not change in the middle of a sentence.
there are several items like these examples
My palms are sweating when I took the paper....... as I take
People are congratulating teacher came and congratulated

CAN SOMEONE HELP ME PROFREED THIS THING?
It was a scorching hot Sunday in Douliou, Taiwan. The dirty and messy road was filled with stray dogs roaming for food. I was wearing big glasses and a shirt that was passed down from my big brother. I lived in a one floored normal sized house with one kitchen, a small bathroom, living room, three bedrooms, and a front and back yard. My lazy and kind dad is a high school teacher and my caring mom is a housewife. I enjoy reading comic, books, and going biking. There are a total of five handsome macho guys and a woman in my family. My mom always wanted a daughter that has skin as pale as porcelain, skin as soft as the paw of a cat, and sparkly black eyes framed by long black eyelashes, but the sad thing is, she kept on having male babies. I’m an eighth grader this year and school has just begun.
On Sunday morning I was playing with green beetles under the bright yellow sun with my two naughty little brothers. My big brother is away in the library. I’ll have to admit that everyone in my family except my mom are considered as nerds. Although we are not rich guys, we are all one of the top ten students in class.
Sunday flew by as quickly as the wind, and Monday is fast to catch up. Tiresome Mondays to noon on Saturdays are always school days. We don’t have Saturday and Sunday as weekends, we only have Sunday. We have tests every single day in school. I hate how we have so many tests! It’s always the routine of learn the things today and test the things tomorrow. It’s like a never-ending river of tests and quizzes. The worst part of school is that the ugly and evil teacher smacks you hard on your back with a whip for each point you miss on the test.
After school my brothers and I were required to go to our teacher’s “haunted” house till 9:00 for boring after school classes. This is the place where we study for our tests.
I was always one of the top five students in eighth grade and there are about 10 classes with 50 students in each class. By that, you can see that I’m quite smart. Teachers group classes by academic performances, so people with the same abilities are in the same class. I’m always in the “nerd” class.
Every year I have the exact same goal, which is to become the ranked one student in class. The closest I have ever gotten to, was to be ranked second. The top student is always this short rich guy named Henry Dong; sometimes I am really temped to punch him hard in the stomach.
I am determined to have the best grades in class this year. I worked extremely hard with all my homework and I studied till midnight every single night. Instead of going out to play on Sundays like other guys, I always stayed in my room with a pencil on my ear and books stacked up on my desk. I try to make friends with smart guys in my class so I can learn things through conversations with them. I even asked the “evil” teacher to give me extra homework for practice.
Today is the day of the final exam. My palms are sweating when I took the paper from my teacher’s hands. I have confidence that I will get full score on this test. After two hours of taking the important and hard test, I handed it to the teacher.
The next day I rushed to school eager to find out how well I did on the test. Many people were crowding in front of the bulletin board, where the teacher shows the score of our exam. Everyone cheered when I walked toward the bulletin board. I had the best score in my class! I was overflowed with joy, and unable to talk. People are congratulating me and slapping me on the back. Even the teacher came and congratulated me. From this, I learned that practice makes perfect. I practiced very hard every night so I got the honor to be the top student of our class.

I changed a few things that didn't seem to flow..

It was a scorching hot Sunday in Douliou, Taiwan. The dirty and messy roads were filled with stray dogs roaming for food. I was wearing big glasses and a shirt that was passed down from my big brother. I lived in a three bedroom home that only had one small bathroom. My dad, who is a very kind individual, is a high school teacher and my mom is a caring housewife. My mom always wanted a daughter that has skin as pale as porcelain, skin as soft as the paw of a cat, and sparkly black eyes framed by long black eyelashes, but the sad thing is she never had one. I’m an eighth grader this year and school has just begun.
On Sunday morning I was playing with green beetles under the bright yellow sun with my two mischievous little brothers while my older brother was at the local library. I do have to admit that everyone in my family except my mom is considered nerds. Although, we are not rich guys, we are in the top ten in our class.
Sunday flew by quickly as the wind and Monday was here before I knew it. Our school days run from Mondays to noon on Saturdays. We don’t have Saturday and Sunday as weekends, we only have Sunday. We have tests every single day in school. I hate how we have so many tests! It’s always the routine of learn the things today and test the things tomorrow. It’s like a never-ending river of tests and quizzes. The worst part of school is that the ugly and evil teacher smacks you hard on your back with a whip for each point you miss on the test.
After school my brothers and I were required to go to our teacher’s “haunted” house till 9:00 for boring after school classes. This is the place where we study for our tests.
I was always one of the top five students in eighth grade and there are about 10 classes with 50 students in each class. By that, you can see that I’m quite smart. Teachers group classes by academic performances, so people with the same abilities are in the same class. I’m always in the “nerd” class.
Every year I have the exact same goal, which is to become the ranked one student in class. The closest I have ever gotten to, was to be ranked second. The top student is always this short rich guy named Henry Dong; sometimes I am really temped to punch him hard in the stomach.
I am determined to have the best grades in class this year. I worked extremely hard with all my homework and I studied till midnight every single night. Instead of going out to play on Sundays like other guys, I always stayed in my room with a pencil on my ear and books stacked up on my desk. I try to make friends with smart guys in my class so I can learn things through conversations with them. I even asked the “evil” teacher to give me extra homework for practice.
Today is the day of the final exam. My palms are sweating when I took the paper from my teacher’s hands. I have confidence that I will get full score on this test. After two hours of taking the important and hard test, I handed it to the teacher.
The next day I rushed to school eager to find out how well I did on the test. Many people were crowding in front of the bulletin board, where the teacher shows the score of our exam. Everyone cheered when I walked toward the bulletin board. I had the best score in my class! I was overflowed with joy, and unable to talk. People are congratulating me and slapping me on the back. Even the teacher came and congratulated me. From this, I learned that practice makes perfect. I practiced very hard every night so I got the honor to be the top student of our class.