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A Horse! A Horse! Her Virtue for a Horse!
Am I the only person on planet Earth who finds the alleged proffering, by Elon Musk to his contract employee, of…umm…a horse in return for doubling down on her sexual favors towards him, more than a little ridiculous?
Good. I hoped not.
On the other hand, perhaps not so ridiculous (I always try to pay attention and learn from my mistakes when I can), but more about that in a moment.
I’m having a hard time, though, imagining their conversation. I mean, I’m fairly imaginative, and I’ve read a lot of trashy novels, some of them with Sugar Daddy characters and their obliging young women who form part of the plot. And I’ve known one or two, or several, of both IRL. Not a single one of them, IIRC, ever asked for, offered up, or delivered, a “horse” as an enticement to increased erotic pleasure from one or t’other.
My aforementioned imaginative take on this is that it’s all just a big misunderstanding and that the young lady suffered an interpretive failure of homonymic proportions (as sometimes happens and may again very soon) and simply misunderstood the descriptor that Mr. Musk was using (“horse”) as, one might say, a come-hither in his own regard.
When it comes to “not-so-ridiculous-after-all,” I (someone who rarely second-guesses her choices and whose regrets in life she’s largely come to terms with) hafta say that perhaps my decision, early on, not to seek out eccentric billionaires a couple of decades older than myself, and put myself at their mercy, may have been somewhat flawed.
See, I always thought what would be on offer there would be things like naughty undies, or rare and expensive gems and decorative geegaws, fast cars, or an estate in Tuscany or on La Viña del Mar. Maybe a movie role. Or perhaps an appearance on the cover of Vogue and an invitation, along with all the other Beautiful People, to the Met Gala.
Not a single one of which things appeals to me in the least.
Still, a horse? Not something that especially appeals to me either, never mind my fond memories of galloping all over the Nigerian countryside as a child. But if not precisely the right pew, certainly the right church:
A Grand Champion Merino ram? Sure. I’ll take two.
Or a special Angora doe? Definitely. Aren’t they beautiful?
Thirty acres in a lovely secluded country spot, close to US family and friends, but far enough away for sometimes desperately-needed peace and quiet? Yep.
And a slightly larger and more powerful New Holland Compact tractor with backhoe and several other useful agricultural implements included? Yes, please!
Crimenutely. When I think of the decades that I, and the man I loved, spent working our hindquarters off to pay for all this, I’m chagrined.
And yet.
Was it worth it? As Sarah Palin herself might say, “You betcha.”
So sorry not sorry, Elon Musk (and all your fellow eccentric billionaires). Your loss.
All the best,
Ricochet She
P.S. Elon, still waiting for “Starlink,” which you said would be available in my neck of the woods by the end of 2021. Realize you’ve had your hands full, what with Ukraine, Twitter, and all. Still, I sent you my hundred bucks to reserve a place, and I’m wondering what’s going on. When you get a sec, please fill me in. No quid pro quo. K?
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I hadn’t heard this yet. My lord, they really are trying to destroy him, aren’t they?
It is ridiculous. Not really believable along with most all now being said about Musk. Most of these people just don’t know how sex works.
To quote Terry Pratchett when he included this chalk drawing in his Discworld, “t’aint what a horse looks like; it what a horse be.”
Chalk horses are cool.
And then there’s this guy . . .
Maybe the offer made sense because this flight attendant apparently rode horses, but I’m skeptical of the whole thing. It reminds me of the Trump settlement paid to Stormy Daniels (also an equestrian, IIRC). If true, amount paid seems low in comparison to the wealth of the accused and potential threat of publicity. Also, these “ladies” seem to keep quiet up until the point when their consciences can’t seem to bear the political consequences of staying quiet. So altruistic, when you think about it, right?
Meanwhile, Musk is keeping it fun by responding with this:
Remember when Herman Cain was running for Prez in 2012 and leading in the GOP polls, when suddenly out of nowhere, a couple women — from Chicago — accused him of sexual harassment? And while he denied it, it did enough damage that he dropped out. And those women disappeared back into the woodwork.
This is typical of the left.
So, this is not about sex. This is about talk after sex. That is not the same thing, for sure, and hardly even related. This tells me that the money, or the horse, or whatever is proffered has nothing to do with the sex that is being talked about.
I have always had trouble connecting money with sex, but I’m weird.
My contribution:
I’ll share with you the secret wisdom that one guy tells another about the girls who ride horses, and that is “You know she’s never gonna love you as much as she loves that horse.”
I don’t know a thing about this scandal that I haven’t read in this post. But if he’s in the sugar daddy racket and she’s a horse lady then the gift of a horse doesn’t seem all that insane to me.
And a good horse costs a LOT of money, both to get and to keep. It’s not like he was trying to buy her affections on the cheap.
Haven’t heard any of this. Unsurprising. I hear very little these days, because I have stopped listening. It’s just the same damned thing again and again.
So I presume this is leftist smear nonsense, and I don’t care. Although I liked the post :-)
[nickering]
Someone once remarked that there are girls who cannot be persuaded to spend even a half hour cleaning their rooms, but who will eagerly spend all morning shoveling muck in a stable.
To be fair, the same thing can be said of some boys: Their rooms are a mess but when you lift the hoods of their cars everything gleams. 😃
Reminds me of Prince Phillip’s comment, many decades ago, about his horse-mad only daughter: “If it doesn’t fart or eat hay, she isn’t interested.”
“So I’ve got a chance?”, said the Sixth Earl of Mildew.
This speaks for itself. And is funny.
If the woman didn’t ask for an Italian sports car, then it never happened . . .
Ah, The Rude Man. He’s made an appearance on the main feed before: https://ricochet.com/955715/getting-a-rise-out-of-oliver-cromwell/. And I do agree that the chalk figures are cool. And rather amazing. Many years ago, on Mr. She’s first visit to the UK, we stayed for a few days with my brother who lives in Wiltshire. We took a day trip to Stonehenge. And to Avebury, site of an even older, and much bigger, stone circle which actually encircles the little village. (True story–please excuse myself going off-topic on my own post–while we were within the stone circle, I discovered, as I tried to phone my brother to let him know approximately when we’d be home, that there was no signal at all. The moment we left the circle, I immediately had four bars. Thought it was a bit odd, then forgot about it till years later, when I went searching on the Internet, and found others telling the same story.)
On the way back to my brother’s we stopped to see the Uffington White Horse (the one in the photo at the top of this post). It was a bit misty, but clearly visible. And we walked a few steps along “The Ridgeway,” perhaps Britain’s oldest road (really, it’s a track), a path used by Brits, Ancient and Modern, for over 5, 000 years. The whole thing’s about 85 miles long, and perhaps I’ll walk it one day.
Older than Watling Street? Wow.
This “guy”? Are you a biologist?
I have a couple of those.
I once threatened to post a picture of middle daughter’s bedroom. Worked like a charm . . . once . . .
It would be nice if someone would explain what the heck they’re writing about in their original post. Horse? What the heck happened? What does Elon have to do with a horse?
As I understand it, there’s a news story which I confess I have not troubled myself to seek out. My guess is that She has the right of it.
What’s missing, after all joking is put aside, is what does a horse, or anything else including money, have to do with sex between a man and a woman. When any of those things get in the picture, is it sex?
Umm, seems like it’s obviously sex, the money or horse or whatever is just what may be required to get “consent.”
Right. It struck me as a deniably salacious way to accuse Musk of pay for play.
Who doesn’t?
One of my long-time “things” is kind of a setup of “back and forth” between a man/guy and a woman/girl.
Something like,
He: “Would you like to go out tonight?”
She: “I don’t know, are you paying?”
He: “Why should I pay?”
She: “Oh, are you expecting sex because you pay?”
He: “Why should I get sex in return for paying? If I get sex from you, you get sex from me. What do I get for my money?”
She: “Well, do you think you’re paying just for my company?”
He: “Why should I pay for your company? If I get company from you, you get company from me. What do I get for my money?”
And so on.
Men end up paying for company, and sex, and having kids, and whatever else. Why pretend otherwise?