To quote pylorns, “In the continuing tradition here at Wetwired, we feature women of the movies that we find attractive.” Exercising my Title IX rights, I am pointing out men that the women who visit Wetwired can talk about. This edition we’ll talk about the Godfather. The core characteristics remain the same; they are sexy, violent men struggling against the powers that be to protect their family honor. Their stories are full of the rituals of heterosexuality performed with glamour and passion (weddings, family feasts, straight sex). Their muscles flex to grapple with, and glory in, organized crime, the Catholic church and l’ordine della famiglia: a highly controlled and controlling hierarchical patriarchal family system. There is something inherently magnetic about a powerful mafia figure. He may not even be that physically attractive, such as Tony Soprano. He eats like a pig and acts like an ass, but he has his moments when he pulls us in. Men want to be him; women want to be with him.

Today is Cinco de Mayo, the day my husband lost his Mexican independence. It was just three years ago today that Big Daddy and I were married in a little Catholic chapel in Dallas. At the risk of sounding ultra-shmoopy, these have been the best three years of my life.

While considering all that I love about being married and all the joy my husband brings to my life, I consulted the Internet. Here are what others say are the best things about marriage:

Comfort
My favorite thing about marriage is comfort. I like knowing that my husband will still think I’m beautiful when I put my hair in a funny ponytail on top of my head while I garden. I like knowing that whether I make the right or wrong decisions, he will support me. I like being able to make wisecracks and bald jokes; in turn, he jokes about my snoring. I love my husband because with him I am comfortable being the real me.

A Deep Connection
My husband and I are best friends and truly respect each other. We have had tough times, but we know that whatever comes our way, we will see it through together. Every day you’re out in the world being this public, professional person. It’s so great to have someone with whom you can truly be yourself, someone who knows you so well he or she can tell how you’re feeling just from a sigh. Only in marriage can you be that close to another person.

Trust & Laughter
One of my favorite things about my marriage is that I trust my husband implicitly. He is an honest, down-to-earth, sensitive person who would never jeopardize what we share. I also love that we adore each other and laugh at the same things, including ourselves.

The 6 Keys to a Happy Marriage
Out of 17 components thought to form the bedrock of a successful marriage, these six were identified as extremely important — beating out other factors, such as good sex and successful careers.

1. Respect for each other
2. Trust
3. Honesty
4. Communication
5. Being good parents
6. Having fun together

Big Daddy
We have all the ingredients to make a marriage work, especially friendship and love. You not only made me a wife, but you made me a mother. I love that we are a family. I look forward to many more years with your dumb ass.
p.s. The roses are beautiful! I

Gov. Rick Perry, speaking out for the first time about a widely circulated rumor about his personal life and professional future, said Thursday that he has been targeted by “an obvious, orchestrated effort” launched by political foes. In rumors around the Capitol, the main theme has been the same: Perry, caught in an act of infidelity, is headed for divorce from wife Anita, who has moved out of the Governor’s Mansion.

Perry declined to point fingers at a particular political foe

In the fall of 1835, many Texans, both Anglo-American colonists and Tejanos, concluded that liberalism and republicanism in Mexico, as reflected in its Constitution of 1824, were dead. The dictatorship of President Antonio L

Today is Saturday and I’m dealing with it with mixed emotions. Normally, I love Saturdays…sleeping in, not working. But, today is the last Saturday for Big Daddy and me as we know it. Next Saturday, we become instant full-time parents of a 7 year old. We’ve been fighting for full custody of Joseph for a long time, and we are very excited about it, but I have to admit that it’s scary. I feel like we should make an impromtu run to Vegas or stay out on 6th St. all night in order to sow the last of our wild oats. Instead, I’m going to paint the dresser in Joseph’s room and round up some school supplies. Big Daddy is watching The Usual Suspects and having a stogie.

Anxiety is a funny thing. It fills you up inside with excitement and anticipation, but eats your insides with fear and apprehension. Will I be a good mom? Will we lose our friends? Will we be able to afford another mouth to feed? Will my hair turn gray immediately, or will it hold out a few years? These are all difficult questions to contemplate. They say that children are the best blessing a couple can have. I think a good support system of friends is a blessing, too.

Just when we thought they couldn’t come up with a new idea for another reality show, this hits the headlines: NBA Owner Giving Away $1M On ‘The Benefactor.’ Yes, that’s right. You don’t have to be smart, pretty, gross or even talented to win a $1 million in an upcoming reality show — the man giving the money away just has to like you.

Mark Cuban, the billionaire owner of the Dallas Mavericks, will give away $1 million in a show called “The Benefactor.” The Dallas Morning News has reported that about 30 contestants will compete on the series. Show details, including the format and number of episodes, remain to be worked out. The show will air on ABC this summer.

Cuban says the right person is going to have to get on his “good side” at just the right time. He says whoever it is will walk away with $1 million. Now, this sounds easy, right? Many of us are enjoyable people. I think the catch is that in order to win, one will have to be nice to Mark Cuban, and that means not wanting to kick his ass.

Yes, he has billions and can squash me like grape, but I’ll admit it out here on the Internet for all the world to read. I can brown nose with the best, but I would lose that competition. Mark Cuban is obnoxious and egotistical. Good luck to whomever thinks he or she can endure such arrogance and immaturity. I guess one could put up with a lot for $1 million, but keep in mind that Uncle Sam takes half — it might not be worth it.

WASHINGTON - The practice of female genital mutilation (FGM) is still widespread in many African countries despite intensified efforts to fight the procedure, said U.S. officials and women’s rights activists Friday, the first anniversary of the International Day of Zero Tolerance against FGM.

The procedure, which some experts say dates back 5,000 years, can cause massive and fatal bleeding to women. It can also lead to future chronic infections, sterility and serious complications in childbirth. Performed mainly in Africa but also in some Asian and Middle Eastern nations, FGM is often practiced without anesthetic on infants and girls by medically unqualified persons.

According to a report distributed to journalists here, parents are increasingly subjecting infants and young girls — “from the first few weeks of life to age two or three” — to genital cutting. Activists say those parents believe the practice prevents their daughters from being unfaithful to their future husbands and, in some communities, guarantees that women will find husbands.

Some two million girls face the practice every year, while an estimated 130 million girls and women worldwide have undergone genital cutting.

The report, the highlights of which were distributed at a press conference, says that more than 7 in 10 women have undergone the procedure in African countries like Mauritania, Burkina Faso, Ethiopia, Sudan, Eritrea, Mali, Egypt and Guinea. The report says that in some countries where the practice is deeply rooted, like Eritrea and Sudan, many women are subjected to infibulation, an extreme form of circumcision that involves cutting more of the genitalia than just the clitoris, and then sewing the two sides of the vulva almost completely closed.

RAINBO, a group based in London, is seeking funding from the World Bank, the European Commission and national governments, she added.

A surveillance video camera caught 11-year-old Carlie

As you run out to rent the nominations for the Academy Awards, here

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love this show! Last night, Sam was finally fired. We’ve all wondered how long Donald Trump would tolerate his rhetoric and crap. Would they fire Sam because he’s an idiot? Would they keep Sam onboard because of the ratings? He’s finally gone.

Although the guys still haven’t won a task, I think the winds of change are here with Sam gone. Now, the drama will redirect to Omarosa, Tammy, and the women. There is quite a cat fight at Protege, and it will certainly get worse.

Of course, I have to keep cheering for the women as they once again defeat the men. As Donald Trump himself said, “I may never hire another man again.”

I was appalled when I first heard the story of George Lane. He got a parking ticket or something and was scheduled to attend a hearing in the county courthouse. Mr. Lane, a paraplegic, crawled up three flights of stairs to attend the hearing. The courthouse didn’t have an elevator, so when the hearing was rescheduled, he refused to attend. He was afraid to have someone carry him up the stairs because he didn’t want to be dropped. He was held in contempt, a warrant was issued, and he was arrested.

He subsequently sued the state of Tennessee for $100,000 for failure to uphold the ADA. The Supreme Court heard arguments Tuesday. Justice Scalia went so far as to state that it was not a violation of constitutional rights for someone to be carried up the stairs since he can freely ask to be carried! I am shocked if this is the national conscience of our country on this issue!

I would not want to be made a spectacle by being carried up the stairs. How embarrassing to ask for help! How especially embarrassing if your like me; I’d practically need a football team to lift me 3 flights. How insulting to not be offered an alternate means of attending a mandated hearing. Are their tax dollars not good enough? Their voices too quiet? Install a frigging elevator and save them some dignity.

We are all one accident away from needing the elevator for ourselves.

The best reality show out there: The Apprentice. It debuted last night and is the coolest show! If you haven’t heard of it, here’s the premise:

Sixteen “survivors” arrived on the treacherous island of Manhattan to face the challenge of their lives, with the hopes of winning a six-figure salary. Their boss over the next 13 weeks would be the biggest real estate developer in New York, Donald Trump.

On last night’s episode, the men and the women were divided into 2 corporations. Each corporation was given $250 to sell lemonade for a day in Manhattan. At first, the men were on the right track; they set up in a busy location and contracted vendors to help them. The women wasted time with chaotic arguing. However, the tables turned as the day went on. The men changed locations and couldn’t sell and the women were really working it.

At the end of the day, Versacorp (the men) made $500. Protege (the women) grossed $1200! Go girls! Let’s face it, sex sells and they worked it.

Donald Trump called Versacorp into the board room, and things got really heated. Dr. David, the guy with the MD and MBA, was on the chopping block. He was fired.

I love this show! Big Daddy and I were both riveted! Next episode: Wednesday on NBC.

I am one of those people that people think they know. “I know you from somewhere.” Or, “You look really familiar.” I get that all the time.

I have never claimed to be a supermodel, but for the past 2 years, I have reminded people of unattractive people! Here is the scenario: I’ll be walking down the hall to my office and someone will yell, “Sandy!” When I turn, they say, “Oh, sorry, Robyn. I thought you were Sandy.”

Sandy is a mid-40s mother of three. She has dirty blonde hair and grey blue eyes. She never wears makeup or styles her hair. She dresses very casually and could adequately be described as “frumpy.” Her table manners are atrocious and her overall demeanor is sloppy. She drives a minivan for crying out loud! She is a lawyer, very quit-witted, and a master at Name That Tune. Often I perceive her to be one of those book smart people who is lacking common sense, but I truly admire her wit.

I’ll admit that we have the same build, both wear glasses, and I dress casually as well. But, c’mon, people! I spend a fortune having my hair highlighted 4 different colors. I get manicures religiously. I would die before coming to work without makeup. I drive a Trans Am and in my 20s, albeit clinging at 29. But, STILL!

I don’t expect people to yell “Britney” or “Elle” at me, but damn — there’s only so much an ego can take.

While my company is generally inefficient and lousy, today it was a pleasure. At 5:30 p.m., most people are just now getting out of work, but I have been off since 2. The best part of all is that I don’t have to go back until Monday. Sometimes I’m amazed at the laziness and stupidity of our upper management, but there’s one thing we can count on: they want to leave early, so we get to leave early. God bless America.

I was a very shy child. I was insecure, awkward, and had the terrible misfortune of growing up in the 80s when neon was in fashion.

To help curb my shyness, my mother enrolled me in acting classes. The other kids in the class were natural thespians, loving the limelight with a flare for the dramatics. I tried to be a wallflower, which was difficult since I was adult-sized in elementary school, and don