Picture the squalid misery of their brutish existence, dragged on from year to year in the narrow, noisome room where, huddled like vermin in sewers, they welter, and sicken, and sleep; where dirt-grimed children scream and fight and sluttish
, shrill-voiced women cuff, and curse, and nag; where the street outside teems with roaring filth and the house around is a bedlam of riot and stench.
I have scraped clean the plateau from the filthy earth Earth the unchaste, the fruitful, the great grand maternal Sprawling creature, lolling at random and supine The broad-faced, sluttish
helot, the slave wife Grubby and warm, who opens unashamed Her thousand wombs unguarded to the lickerous sun.
I get RETIRED why Nigel Farage might want to show the harmony that exists in his kitchen to disprove the view that all male Ukippers believe their sluttish
wife's role in marriage is to keep the fridge clean.
For instance, The Table of Cebes the Philosopher (London,1545) includes an allegorical vision of "women foule and sluttish
, and their clothes all baudie, ragged, and beggarly" (A8v-Blr).
Sexy isn't sluttish
"My body is a party that you weren't invited to, no matter what my dress says"
The best example is the final scene of Siegfried, a fantastically bizarre menage a cinq involving the eponymous hero, Brunnhilde, a sluttish
Waldvogel (in this production, the object of Siegfried's first sexual advances) and two copulating crocodiles.
I spent the 80s trying to emulate Farrah Fawcett-Majors'look and somehow ended up looking more like Lily Savage in her sluttish
VooDoo Doll from the Hotrod Honeys in Texas portrays a sexualized, sluttish
With In Other Worlds, though, she sticks a toe in the water, drawing connections from historical periods and cultural contexts to offer fresh perspectives on a genre that has, in her words, "acquired a dubious if not downright sluttish
reputation"--even as she concedes, "in brilliant hands, however, the form can be brilliant.
I agree they have every right to be as sluttish
as they please, if that's what turns them on, and wear whatever they like, and if they flaunt it in places where lots of men are getting drunk - well, it's not illegal, they're not hurting anybody.
High-flying pastry tycoon Trudi is so busy baking buns she hasn't noticed her sluttish
doctor chum Katie making a beeline for her house husband Richard.
The author deals frankly with the issue of sexual desire, and defends the right of young women to make their own choices without being glibly denigrated for what some perceive as sluttish