Trying to define the word whore is like a walrus trying to fuck a hamster. You just can't fit the word whore into a narrow definition. But here at WWAW, we endeavor for multiple interpretations of the word.

First, there are many different kinds of whores. There are whores that are perfectly acceptable and there are whores who should be shipped off to a former Soviet republic (see the worst breed of whore). There are supermodel whores and there are the whores next door. There are momwhores and there are whores in training. The list goes on and on.

Since all men have differing tastes and a vastly different tolerance level for whore activity, we cannot simply say whores are cheating, filthy sluts, and therefore unacceptable. What we can do is try to set the boundaries for what we as men will accept in a whore, and more importantly, what we do not accept.

For example, I love an independent whore who has succumb to her inner whore and accepted herself as she is. I feel that the best kind of whore is the whore who can say out loud that she has no problem sleeping her way to the top and crushing other women in the process. I love a whore who can go shopping, eat lunch, blow cock, and grab a cup of coffee, all in a span of a few hours. She doesn't hide her whore self from anyone and lives like a queen as a result. That's the good kind of whore.

Similarly, I'll rarely judge a sex worker. Whether it's a pornstar or a street whore, they're either trying to make an honest living, or are being forced into the work as the victims of human trafficking. And human traffickers, I humbly believe, should be burned alive, genitalia first. For the whores who actually chose this profession, they've accepted whoreism and have gone against society's expectations. That kind of whore you cannot help but admire. But sometimes, it's still kind of funny. But I don't judge.

But what I don't like is closet whores. "Closet whore" is another surprisingly deceptive term. It encompasses all women who attempt to project a "holier than thou" image in public while slurping multiple dongs in private. These are the whores who we as men must be weary of. It can be your girlfriend and wife. You won't know until the switch is flipped and she's on her knees for Fernando the mailman. These are the ultra-conservative, church-going, bible thumping brauds that moan with pleasure when they fuck someone's husband. Unacceptable.

That is a stark difference from "lady in the street and freak in the sheets." If your significant other is reserved in public but drains your pipe in private, it's a good thing, as long as she saves it for you. I've had the personal pleasure of finding women like this, and as long as she keeps her mouth shut, it's the closest to heaven on earth you can get.


Regardless, gentlemen, always keep your guard up. Whores will be whores.

Gentlemen, what would you do?

A certain divorce lawyer attempts to explain why wives cheat on their husbands. I find it funny that the reasoning involved is all "me, me, me." I only perused this article since I already knew everything it had to say: Women are whores.

Women are like saltwater. They're every-fucking-where. So if your perfect girl is the whore next door, show her the exit. She has nothing to offer you but headaches. You can just as quickly find another woman to satisfy your man needs.

I know it's been a long time but I'm back by popular demand. My inbox is flooded with fan mail from both men and women and I decided I needed to get this site back in full swing. Since women are clearly becoming fans of this site even though I've politely asked them to leave, we're going to start with a lesson for whores today. How to keep a fucking man. Why is it that men cheat? Is it because we are primitive animals blinded by lust? Hardly. I knew many men who never so much as batted an eye at another chick. But eventually they did. There was something that finally clicked in their head.

Ladies, you love to call men dogs and loathe women who attract hundreds of guys. You nag, bitch, moan, and then wonder how in the fuck your casanova got blown by a sultry redhead on a dirty Friday night. I'm going to give you a secret today that should help you keep that fucking guy of yours. Ready? Here it is: TAKE CARE OF YOUR MAN.

No nagging. No bitching. No moaning (allowed only in sexual situations). Your man works ridiculously hard for you. You just don't know it. I don't care if he's a fucking bum sitting at home on the couch.. A blowjob and a hot meal will work wonders for his confidence. And I bet he'll get his ass to work quicker than a call girl.

This reasoning escapes whores for some reason. They've been trained to be chased and loved and showered with affection. That Cinderalla bullshit has whores all fucked up. They think they're the only ones in the relationship, and thus should be worshipped, which most douchebags willingly oblige. BUT God help you if your guy catches the whore eye of a gal at work. If you don't take care of your man, you bet she will. Cubicle nooner? Check.

What do I mean by take care of your man? I mean try to understand that he's a man. And we men require very little upkeep. We need to be fed, fucked, and left alone. It isn't rocket science. A bite to eat for him when he comes home will make him feel like a man. A random blowjob while he's cursing at a sports game is a fucking game changer. Trust me. Throw on a sexy outfit one night for him and fuck his brains out. See below.

And this is not a joke. So next time you decide your man is not sensitive enough and you want to pick fights over bullshit, remember the Cubicle whore. They lurk in every office, construction site, and corner. When you feel the urge to nag, you should have nuclear sirens going off in your head. Remember, that slut will make your man feel like a man again if you don't.