There aren't too many people that I want to imagine having sex, but of all the people in the world that I want to imagine having sex the least, I would choose Sunshine Mary.
It isn't just because she looks like Dana Carvey as "The Church Lady". Or that her hair and glasses remind me of my own worst fashion choices in the eighties. Or that she writes posts such as "In Defense of Duty Sex" (Close your eyes and think of England?). No, it's not just because she is personally fashion-challenged and garbs every hateful thing she says in a cloak of piety. Although that's all part of it.
It's because she is incredibly mean-spirited.
In response to a post on Dalrock about sad, remorseful divorcees (or, in his words, "post marital spinsters"), in which he quotes a pathetic woman who wrote on Cafe Mom that "When I pleasure myself (which
unfortunately has been necessary since the split), I always end up in
tears because it reinforces how lonely I am," Miss Mary gloats: "Welp, I don’t need to “pleasure myself” since, unlike Ms. Fabulous Frivorcee, I have a husband to do that for me, but I will cop to experiencing a rather delicious thrill of schadenfreude upon reading that sentence."
She hastily amends that she is just "kidding," that "actually, her letter is heart-breakingly sad. I’m glad she wrote it
if it will save others from her awful fate. If more women are honest
about the reality of divorce, as opposed to the fantasy, perhaps it will serve as a warning to the herd."
Her attempt to paint herself as caring and concerned makes her initial remark all the uglier. Plus now I am left with the unfortunate image of Sunshine Mary's husband "pleasuring" her coupled with the proximity of the phrase "a rather delicious thrill." Blecchh.