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31 Aug 09:05

Martin Scorsese to direct new Ramones movie

by Joel Freimark
Martin Scorsese to direct new Ramones movie

2016 will mark 40 years since the arrival of The Ramones’ groundbreaking debut album, and to mark the occasion the band’s estate has announced none other than Martin Scorsese will be directing a documentary about the history of the band. While this is far from the first film of such nature about the unique existence of one of the most important bands in punk history, to have as highly respected a name as Scorsese already attached to the project certainly puts it in a class all its own.

Though best known for his gritty dramatic films like “Raging Bull” and “Taxi Driver,” Scorsese stands as one of the most highly respected filmmakers in the world of music, having leant his talents to The Band’s “The Last Waltz,” The Rolling Stones “Shine A Light” and the George Harrison film “Living In The Material World” among others. Oh yeah, he was also the assistant director and an editor for the “Woodstock” film.

Along with working on these music-based projects, Scorsese has appeared in many films discussing the greats of the world of punk rock, and his passion for the genre is no secret within the punk scene. From Joe Strummer to The Cramps, he has openly used punk as the inspiration for many of his films. He even said of his Oscar winning film “Gangs Of New York,” “It was going to be set in the 1840s and I was going to use The Clash as the soundtrack.”

While little else about the Ramones film is known, the estate manager Jeff Jampol said that they had “…just secured a ton of footage, most of which has never been seen before…” and this alone already makes the movie well worth seeing. He also noted that there will be full album reissues, books, and apparently “a theatrical play” to mark the anniversary of the record.

Released on April 23, 1976, “Ramones” remains the blueprint for the punk rock sound, with fourteen tracks clocking in at just under thirty minutes total. Containing iconic tracks like “Blitzkrieg Bop,” “Judy Is A Punk” and “Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue,” it showed a raw power within a startlingly minimalistic approach that had not been heard before. Stretching well beyond just the punk scene, everyone from Metallica to Sonic Youth to U2 have cited the record as a massive influence, and when they were inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame in 2002, the organization stated that the record changed the rock genre from “bloated and narcissistic” to “basic rock and roll again.”

Though some may see all of the upcoming projects as a bit exploitative, the reality remains that the album is in desperate need of a thorough remastering, and if they were going to get a high-profile person to direct the upcoming documentary, there are few people better suited than Scorsese.

Watch the Ramones rip through “Blitzkrieg Bop” live in 1977:

Joel Freimark hosts a daily music-related webseries HERE and you can follow his daily music musings and suggestions HERE as well.

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31 Aug 08:43

8 Ways to Use Yogurt in Your Cooking (i.e., Put It in Everything)

by Melissa Finkelstein

My yogurt obsession began at an early age, when my mom would hand me a container of it on my way out the door as a “you’re late for school” breakfast. Recently I’ve learned to love the thicker, richer Greek variety, but I remain an equal-opportunity fanatic (in fact, most of my suggestions below work with both Greek and plain).

The chefs at all my favorite spots make it easy to continue this love affair. They use it to dress up shaved vegetables, cool down spicy meats, and replace boring old cream as the whipped topping on what seems like every dessert. At Sqirl in Los Angeles, Jessica Koslow scents it with cumin, then swooshes it below blistered green beans. “I love it because I always want something refreshing and light,” says Koslow, who adds dollops to brighten and balance fatty or fiery foods.

Taking a cue from chefs like Dan Barber at Blue Hill and the restaurant’s line of savory yogurts, I’ve returned to my yogurt-for-breakfast ways, but now I stir in shallots, cucumbers, and herbs, not fruit. I’ve also been inspired to mix it with freshly grated garlic (you’ll forget aioli exists) and serve it with shortcakes (still counts as breakfast!). It’s become as ubiquitous as olive oil in the way I cook and eat, and not even because of all those probiotics—though they are a nice bonus.

Yogurt, you’re so versatile:

1. Boost your breakfast
You can eat it straight from the container, sure, but yogurt’s also great slathered on toast in lieu of butter, or as the base for a chia pudding.

2. Use it in salad dressings
Just add a tablespoon or two of olive oil to about a half cup yogurt, thin with water, then season with salt and pepper. If you’d like, bolster with cider vinegar and chopped shallot.

3. Replace your mayo
Lighten up chicken salad, dips, or spicy crab toasts.

4. Try it in a marinade
The enzymes in yogurt help break down proteins, which tenderizes meat and fish. The upshot? It’s ideal for marinades, especially ones with Greek and Middle Eastern flavor profiles.

5. Add a dollop to (almost) anything
A spoonful (or two) makes the perfect finishing touch on everything from roasted vegetables to cooked meats to eggs with sautéed greens. It’s cooling, a bit fatty, and versatile—mix in toasted spices, herbs, or chiles to build flavor.

6. Make labneh your new go-to spread
Remember when we all fell for hummus? Now we’re all into labneh, Lebanese strained yogurt.

7. Whip up actual frozen yogurt
Dessert feels virtuous when it’s packed with probiotics. Get the recipe for Yogurt-Lime Sorbet here.

8. Swirl it into soups
Lend body and creaminess—without any cream—to vegetable soups like carrot or cauliflower. Just stir in some Greek yogurt right before serving.

A Buyer’s Guide

As yogurt options multiply, it’s harder to know what’s healthy and what’s “healthy.” A few rules:

1. Go Greek
“Plain Greek offers two to three times the protein of traditional yogurt, so you stay full longer. It’s also lower in sugar and sodium,” says nutritionist Lauren Slayton, of New York City’s Foodtrainers.

2. Skip nonfat
Proof that the fat-free craze is fading: Slayton endorses only full-fat and 2 percent (just keep in mind that full-fat is higher in calories). “Avoid nonfat because it won’t keep you as full. Plus, you need some fat to absorb the vitamin D,” she says.

3. Beware of faux-gurt
It can take three times the amount of milk to make real Greek yogurt, so some companies try to create the same consistency by adding thickeners. Make sure there’s no cornstarch, milk protein concentrate (MPC), or tapioca on the ingredients list.

4. Sweeten it yourself
You want single-digit sugar content, which means buying plain yogurt and adding your own natural sweeteners or fruit. Slayton advises keeping it to two teaspoons or fewer of Grade B maple syrup, honey, or coconut sugar.

Sarah Z. Wexler

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31 Aug 08:29

43 Problems Only British People Really Understand

by Eric Redding

Well, obviously… http://t.co/GtacDICFMK
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 27, 2014

"Perfect" – Translation: Well that's that ruined then—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 21, 2014

"That's certainly one way of looking at it" – Translation: That's certainly the wrong way of looking at it—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 19, 2014

Feeling relieved to be safely back inside a jumper—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 15, 2014

"Make yourself at home" – Translation: Remain where I can see you and stay out of my cupboards—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 12, 2014

Being unable to smile politely without looking cross—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 12, 2014

Having no idea what to do with your arms when someone moves in for a cheek kiss—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 09, 2014

The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 08, 2014

"The meal was lovely, thank you" – Translation: Anyone's guess—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 06, 2014

Mishearing an email address, so just abandoning any hope of ever contacting that person again—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 06, 2014

Train due: 18:00
Train expected: 18:04
Time now: 18:12
Status: On time—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 04, 2014

Apologising profusely for living elsewhere when asked for directions—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 04, 2014

Making a terrible cup of tea and wondering how to live with yourself—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 01, 2014

"Not to worry" – Translation: I will never forget this—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 31, 2014

The horror: "How about we just order a bit of everything and share?"—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 28, 2014

The thrill of being the first to say "I think I just felt a spot of rain"—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 28, 2014

Being unable to stand and leave without first saying "right"—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 10, 2014

Finding someone standing in front of your desired sandwich, so pretending to study a pasta salad until they leave—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 07, 2014

"I'm just popping out for lunch, does anyone want anything?" – Translation: I'm getting my own lunch now, please remain silent—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) July 01, 2014

"Very interesting" – Meaning: You are boring me to death—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 27, 2014

"No harm done" – Translation: You have caused complete and utter chaos—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 25, 2014

"I'm sure it'll be fine" – Translation: I fully expect the situation to deteriorate rapidly—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 24, 2014

Being unable to pour milk without sniffing it first—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 21, 2014

Spending every holiday in a constant state of pretending to relax—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 20, 2014

Holding open the door of a busy shop and realising you're going to be stood there until the end of the day—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 19, 2014

Straining not to thank the waiter for every small item he clears, so you can deliver one big thanks at the end—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 16, 2014

Still having the same bottle of sun cream that you started in 1998—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 12, 2014

Being unable to say "fascinating" without sounding sarcastic #britishproblemsnight
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 14, 2014

"No no, honestly, my fault" – Translation: It was exceedingly your fault and we both know it #BritishValues
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 10, 2014

Briefly opening the window and letting in fifty midges, twenty flies, seven bees, two pigeons and a fox—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 06, 2014

"You've caught the sun" – Translation: You look like you've been swimming in a volcano—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 06, 2014

"Honestly, it doesn't matter" – Meaning: Nothing has ever mattered more than this—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) June 03, 2014

Meanings of "I beg your pardon"
1. I didn't hear you
2. I apologise
3. What you're saying is making me absolutely livid—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 26, 2014

"Pop round anytime" – Translation: Please stay away from my house—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 25, 2014

Using a tablespoon to stir your tea and just feeling… wrong—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 24, 2014

Saying "I have the 5p if it helps?" and never being quite sure if it helps—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 20, 2014

The sorrow of remembering your tea just as it dips below optimum temperature—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 06, 2014

"Sorry, I think you might have dropped something" – Meaning: "You have definitely dropped that specific item"—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 05, 2014

Switching from murderous road rage to extreme gratitude the second your passenger says "I think he's letting you go"—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) May 01, 2014

Nearly washing the skin off your hands so as not to pressure the person using the hand dryer—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) April 30, 2014

Losing faith in your delivery halfway through a joke, so just explaining what the punch line was going to be and why.—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) April 27, 2014

Violently tapping the train door button before it's illuminated, to assure everyone the situation is in hand—
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) April 23, 2014

The #verybritishproblems book: best enjoyed when tipping it down. (Umbrella not included) amzn.to/ItQlgR http://t.co/SpCsEXuHuC
VeryBritishProblems (@SoVeryBritish) August 25, 2014

TC mark

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30 Aug 18:26

People Are Blaming This Angry Cat For A Spate Of Violence In Texas

Does not play well with others.

If you ever find yourself in Woodland Heights, Texas, you’re going to want to make sure you keep an eye out for a rather aggressive cat.

A man called David told Local 2 he was out walking his dogs on Monday evening when the terrifying cat jumped off a fence and ran towards him.

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“I tried to get in the way to try and protect the dogs and the cat latched on to my leg and scratched. It looks like a bite mark to me,” he told the news channel.

&ldquo;I tried to get in the way to try and protect the dogs and the cat latched on to my leg and scratched. It looks like a bite mark to me,&rdquo; he told the news channel.

David said this cat spotted nearby looked a lot like the feline which attacked him.

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Another local resident, Keri Smith, also revealed a cat from the same property had chased her and her dog for around half a block last year.

Another local resident, Keri Smith, also revealed a cat from the same property had chased her and her dog for around half a block last year.

“We were walking across the street and we saw this cat and it just launched off the porch and came running at us,” she told the local station.

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The owner of the cat in the news report said the feline has never hurt a person but has chased after dogs before.

The owner of the cat in the news report said the feline has never hurt a person but has chased after dogs before.

Jace Larson of Local 2 claims the owner could not provide proof their pet had a current rabies injection and the local animal control department might investigate the incident involving David.

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30 Aug 18:25

This Comic Perfectly Captures How Catcalls Affect Women And Girls

And what happens when you take a stand.

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30 Aug 18:22

Neil Gaiman Announces New Short Story Anthology! - Get your money ready.

by Jill Pantozzi

48200731_3211e558c5_oGood news, everyone!!

A Tumblr user asked, “I feel like you’ve written enough short stories since Fragile Things to warrant a new collection. Any chance of publishing one soon?”

Funny you should mention that, Gaiman replied:

I’m finishing the very last short story of the next collection RIGHT NOW. Everything else has been written: the stories, the introduction, all that…

It’s being published in February, and it will be called TRIGGER WARNING: Short Fictions and Disturbances.

Huzzah!

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30 Aug 18:22

Do Mermaids Get Periods? or, Explaining The Menstrual Cycles of Various Mythological Creatures - That is menarche! Er, sorry, malarky. Either or.

by Victoria McNally

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Part of the fun of being a nerd is using an interest in science to imagine how it would be possible for our favorite monsters and magical creatures to exist. What bright-eyed dweeb doesn’t enjoy the occasional explanation of how a dragon might be able to fly, or whether or not a cockatrice’s body could support that weird chicken head it’s got? (as long as we all know they’re fictional, of course—looking at you, Discovery Channel). But what about reproduction—and, even more taboo for some reason, menstruation? The amount of erotic fiction written about vampires, elves, and mermaids could probably fill up every library in the world, but has anyone ever thought to offer one of these poor souls a tampon? Because I did. I did a lot.

First, not everyone gets good sex education when they’re young, so here’s a brief primer on what’s actually happening to a person’s body when they undergo menstruation so we’re all on the same page. For the TL;DR crowd, your uterus lining fills up with blood and nutrients to prepare for the possibility of a sperm-fertilized egg. If the egg is not fertilized in time, then your uterus sheds that lining, which then flows out of your cervix and into your favorite pair of underwear when you’re least expecting it. Okay, maybe that last part is less scientific. But it’s true.

Obviously there are a lot of fictional creatures who are something like humans, save for their magical and/or demonic powers (and also, sometimes their tails). But would their reproductive systems be anything like ours? If we ignore the hand-wavy explanation that magic can explain all inconsistencies (“A wizard did it” is funny, but unhelpful in biological matters) and focus solely on real-world biology, I believe that some of them probably do have to deal with periodsEither way, let’s speculate wildly!

Vampires

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“But Victoria,” you’re probably saying right now. “Vampires are dead. They can’t have periods.” Yeah, well, we’re also talking about a creature that doesn’t even exist in the first place, so why shut the conversation down there when you can use the opportunity to learn more about how uteruses work!

Anyway, much has been said about the vampire’s possible predilection for period blood (though considering that the blood in menstrual fluid is kind of old and not all that great compared to the fresh stuff that’s in your veins, I’d guess that they’re not really fans), but do they actually experience it themselves? It’s hard to say, because nothing about vampires make sense.

First off, because they are dead and their hearts do not beat, they should not be able to pump their blood throughout their bodies in any way; nor should they be able to create new red cells and replace any blood they might lose. Yet we see vampires bleeding all the time. Heck, sometimes they even cry blood. And lord knows that male vampires never seem to have a problem maintaining an erection, which you kind of need to have a working circulatory system to be able to do.

Secondly, while vampires lack the ability to successfully pass on their genes to a child offspring, that isn’t necessarily any indication that they would or would not create and shed new uterine linings. Plenty of barren and infertile women still get their periods on a regular basis; this is what’s known as anovulation. Also, remember what i just said three seconds ago about about vampire erections and how they happen? We don’t assume that a vampire’s ability to get erect automatically means that he is fertile, so the reverse can apply to a vampire’s ability to shed their uterine lining.

But ultimately, we’re gonna say that vampire menstruation is probably very unlikely. While it’s unclear how a vampire might be able to replace lost blood, most of the time that blood loss is involuntary and usually forceful (unless you’re Bill Compton, in which case you totally had all those sad bloody tears coming). But the human body loses about 30 to 50 ml of blood every menstrual cycle, and I just can’t see a justification for a barren, undead body to be losing that kind of plasma on a regular basis. But if you were a particularly inventive horror writer, you could probably come up with something to the opposite effect. Still, what’s the point of being a sexed-up creature of the night if you have to worry about sanitary pad chafing?

Zombies

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“God damn it Victoria, if vampires are too dead for periods than zombies are REALLY TOO DEAD FOR PERIODS.” Okay, yes, I know. But what about living, infected virus-type zombies?

We know that the Rage-infected in the 28 Days Later franchise, for example, become mindless animals incapable of doing anything other than ripping apart the uninfected—and that includes stuff like eating. However, we don’t actually know if this is a mental or physical change; meaning, we have no idea whether their biological functions completely shut down, or if they simply stop knowing that they’re supposed to feed themselves. If it’s the latter, then we can assume that all their biological functions remain intact, and that they do have the ability to menstruate. They’ll just be incapable of caring and already covered in too much blood for anyone to notice.

But! Eventually the infected starve themselves out over weeks of not feeding themselves, which changes things dramatically. A person’s body weight can greatly affect their menstrual cycle, and underweight women often go on for longer stretches of time without ovulation. Sometimes their bodies even stop producing estrogen entirely. So while it’s possible that rage-infected, uterus-laden zombies might start out on a relatively normal cycle, once they start to lose body mass they will also lose that ability.

Then there is also the matter of philosophical zombies, which are hypothetical beings used in thought experiments as part of the philosophy of mind. P-zombies lack a sense of consciousness, sentience, or sensory experience, but are otherwise indistinguishable from normal humans—meaning that they still act like they feel and think, even though they don’t. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say they probably do menstruate, but they are completely unaware of it.  Oh, and there’s the Haitian practice of zombifying people by through the use of tetrodotoxin powder. I couldn’t find any research to suggest that tetrodozin poisoning causes any menstrual abnormalities, so they probably get periods too. Though, again, probably not caring.

As for your average raised-from-the-dead zombie?  Most likely they wouldn’t bleed, even if they died while on their period; when you expire, all of your biological functions completely cease, and zombies aren’t exactly full of weird healing sexy magic like vampires are. Although, as we’ve established multiple times, it’s not like zombies would give a crap anyway. Hmph. Must be nice.

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30 Aug 18:20

These Comics Adapted From Weird OkCupid Messages Are Hilarious

Just when you thought online dating couldn’t get any weirder.

Molly Roth / Via okcomix.tumblr.com

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30 Aug 18:18

If Men Were Honest When Hitting On Women

“I don’t know what I’m doing. Do you Like That?”

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30 Aug 18:17

I’ve Been Having Sex Wrong All My Adult Life

by Joanna Jones
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Disclaimer: Written from a straight woman’s perspective

The journey of a thousand orgasms begins with a single quiver, or so they say.

Ever since I awkwardly lost my virginity (really, is there any other way?) to my college boyfriend in my freshman dorm room at age 18, I have always been the type to experience difficulty having an orgasm. For most of my sex life, doing the deed seemed to consist of doing a sort of finger/tongue dance on each other’s dangly bits before getting to the main event of PIV (that’s penis in vagina). In the back of my mind, sex was the act of some guy putting his penis inside me until he finished. Sure, I liked sex; I mean, who doesn’t? It felt good and sometimes even great. But it wasn’t until I began exploring my body a little bit more by myself that it dawned on me, “Wait a minute—I can use my vibrator on myself and help myself out at night when I’m all alone, so why can’t my boyfriend do that for me?”

It’s pretty sad that this was two years into my relationship that I started requesting more orgasms. I asked for them like a kid asks for dessert. My own sexual satisfaction was sort of like this magical Promised Land that could be traveled to if the circumstances were right, neither one of us was tired, and there was a harvest moon out on a Tuesday. I honestly don’t blame my college boyfriend, though. We were young and didn’t really get it. We were just doing what we thought we were supposed to do. We definitely tried; don’t get me wrong. We had sex in an elevator once and bought fuzzy handcuffs and massage oil to mix things up.

But I really have to thank my college boyfriend for being the guy to open me up to what I’m going to call “My Sexual Journey,” which sounds like a dusty book you would find in your parents’ basement written circa 1970. On this journey, I would say that most sexual partners I encountered were pretty focused on PIV sex with the requisite 20 minutes of foreplay. Sometimes I swear they set a timer.

There was the guy who told me that going down on me was only for special occasions like my birthday, and there was the dude who asked me every five seconds if I came yet. (News flash: After hearing those words uttered several times, I’m more likely to squirt lemonade out my vagina than actually orgasm.) Even the positive experiences were a bit tense. It always felt like there was an agenda. We were both just fooling around and getting each other ready before the entree, which was delivered on a silver platter with a side of lubed-up rubbers. Sometimes I was trying to get him off, sometimes he was trying to get me off, but it was all about a means to an end. That’s when I’d find myself on the receiving end of a tongue that was impatiently tapping my clitoris for 10 minutes, waiting for something to happen. And when it didn’t, that’s when I’d get mad at my body for not having multiple orgasms like normal women. That’s when I’d rely on Astroglide because I would dry out just hoping my body would finally do that thing it was supposed to do.

Since I’m the type of person who inherently loves sex, I’m pretty sure that’s why it took me six years (YES! Six! Years!) to figure out what the hell sex is actually supposed to be like and to take all that pressure off me and my partner. The first time my current boyfriend told me that he isn’t focusing on making me cum, or even on his own orgasm, warning bells went off in my head. Wasn’t getting each other off the point of sex?

But before long, we discovered our favorite type of sex. Let’s call it “touch each other because it feels good.” It’s primitive, and that’s hot. It’s a no-holds-barred kind of sex where I don’t care about hair and sweat, and he’s not counting to make sure he’s licked my nether-regions 99 times (because that’s how many licks it takes to get to the center of the pussy pop). There’s no time limit or asking if I came yet or wondering how long he’s going to last. And PIV isn’t the main course—heck, sometimes it’s not even on the menu. Sex works best if you stop trying to live by the rulebook and when you throw away the blueprints. We’ve both agreed that we like making each other feel good. If that leads to an earth-shattering, sing-from-the-mountaintop orgasm, then awesome! But it doesn’t need to be that. It doesn’t need to be anything more than lying there naked and lazily running our hands up and down each other’s bodies while we’re talking and lingering on the spots that make us all hot ’n’ bothered. And if we are having too much fun that we forget to even get to the intercourse part? I probably wouldn’t even mind that much.

If I had to give a sex novice some advice, I’d say don’t let some out-of-date sex education class, your parents, or worst of all—a Cosmo article tell you what sex is. It’s not a penis thrusting in and out of a vagina (shout out to my gay and lesbian homies) and it’s not about getting him to come or squeezing my kegel muscles to keep my vag lubricated enough. Bottom line: Sex is the mutual giving and receiving of sexual pleasure. And weirdly enough, now that I’ve had that phallic weight lifted from my shoulders, I can confidently say that my partner pretty much makes me orgasm at the touch of a button (yes, that button). How, you ask? Well, that’s behind closed doors ;) TC mark








30 Aug 12:19

A lei electoral galega, un traxe á medida fiado por Fraga e Feijóo

by David Lombao

Feijóo disponse a recortar o Parlamento en solitario vinte anos despois de que Fraga limitase unilateralmente a entrada de forzas minoritarias. As guías internacionais de boas prácticas electorais recomendan que as leis de eleccións estean apoiadas pola oposición e non muden menos dun ano antes dos comicios.

30 Aug 12:18

Os cursos do Pichel..em breve!

by Gentalha

Em setembro começaremos a dar informaçom detalhada de todos os cursos que o centro social vai acolher a partir deste outono!

Começaram a princípios de outubro com:

Cursos em relaçom com a música: guitarra, baixo, música para peto, pandeireta e canto, gaita, tambor, pandeireta acompanhamento, tres níveis de baile tradicional, dança tribal, coro

Cursos de línguas: português, catalam, francês e inglês

Também haverá taichi, pilates, fotografia e teatro

Na manhá também aprenderemos gaita, tambor, baile, pandeireta,pilates, taichi ou francês.

E em monográficos repartidos polo ano, daremos-lhe à linguagem de signos, ao linux, ao futbol gaélico, á astronomia…

Prestam-vos????!!!!!

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30 Aug 12:10

Fashion Beast

by Arsenio Lupin
P00001 - Fashion Beast #1 (2012)
Presentando una nueva tradumaquetación para el blog, traducida por NitoMix y maquetada por Nico St, les traemos Fashion Beast.

Este cómic tiene una historia previa tan prolongada (de casi 30 años) que es absolutamente ineludible comentarla antes que nada. Asimismo, debe tenerse en cuenta cuándo y cómo se gestó esta historia para comprenderla y valorarla más precisamente. Debemos remontarnos hasta 1985, uno de los mejores años de la carrera de Alan Moore, en el momento de Swamp Thing, Watchmen, V for Vendetta. Por esos tiempos Moore fue contactado por Malcolm McLaren (conocido popularmente más que nada por ser el manager de Sex Pistols, pero su vida fue mucho más que eso) para que escribiera un guión para una película a producir en Hollywood, siendo la primera y única vez que el británico aceptó una tarea similar, haciendo una excepción por la simpatía que le generaba la persona de McLaren.

Luego del encuentro, desde una idea y concepto del empresario, Moore desarrolló un guión extenso y detallado titulada Fashion Beast, cumpliendo con su tarea como guionista audiovisual (inédita, hasta los cortos de Jimmy’s End que están produciéndose actualmente). Por cuestiones de producción (demoras que derivaron en falta de presupuesto) ese guión nunca llegó al cine y quedó guardado, conociéndose algunos fragmentos y nada más.

Muchos años pasaron hasta que este proyecto fue recuperado aquel cajón, cuando el editor de Avatar Press, William Christensen, se reunió con Malcolm McLaren en 2003 y juntos decidieron hacerlo realidad adaptándolo a guión de cómic, en primera instancia con la idea de realizar una novela gráfica. El tiempo pasaba y Fashion Beast quedaba nuevamente huérfano, sucediendo tristemente el fallecimiento de McLaren, quien no pudo ver la obra concluida.

Haciendo justicia, no obstante, en 2012 fue finalmente anunciada y concretada su publicación en cómic como una serie limitada de 10 entregas. Los responsables de esta adaptación fueron Antony Johnston (The Coldest City) y Facundo Percio (Caliban, Anna Mercury, Anna Mercury 2), en guiones y dibujos respectivamente [seguir leyendo en la Zona Negativa].

Alan Moore, el guionista de cómics más importante de todos los tiempos, desata una distopía ambientada en un invierno nuclear. Mucho tiempo atrás, en 1985, cuando estaba escribiendo las obras que le haría famoso en el mundo entero, escribió un guión audiovisual junto a nada menos que Malcolm McLaren, el manager de la mitica banda Sex Pistols, pero el resultado nunca llegaría a rodarse. Ahora por fin ve la luz en forma de cómic. Fashion Beast es una adaptación de La Bella y la Bestia y cuenta la historia de Doll Seguin, un travesti que sueña con el estrellato, y decide convertirse en una exitosa modelo. Pero ¿está dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa por la fama? Ilustrada por el argentino Facundo Percio y meticulosamente adaptada por Antony Johnston.

Idioma: Español.
Editorial: Avatar
Historia: Alan Moore y Malcolm McLaren
Guion: Alan Moore y Antony Johnston
Dibujo: Facundo Percio
Traduccion: NitoMix (HTAL)
Maqueta: Nico St (HTAL)
Archivos: 8
Formato: CBR.
Tamaño: 252 MB

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30 Aug 12:03

Sexy Gif.

by Ryan
30 Aug 12:03

Dying Wish

by Kristian

It was either Sunn O))) or Anal Cunt. (Both are actual band names. Apologies for that last one.)

Yes! Probably the most obscure comic in a while. Send it to every drone metal-fan friend you have!

30 Aug 11:57

i did a couple of short animations for this series w/ vice. 



i did a couple of short animations for this series w/ vice. 

28 Aug 14:42

Por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa. AHÁ.

Hola, entre la iglesia, Disney y el pornu nos joden la almendra, basta ya con el sentimiento de culpa por ser humana, BASTA YA.

El otro día esforzándome fuerte en tener el mismo morenu por delante que por detrás porque vivir es fácil, lo difícil es tener un moreno homogéneo, leí un ma-ra-vi-llo-so artículo que hablaba sobre el sentimiento de vergüenza aka culpa social que tienen muchas tías por el olorsabor de su coño. Halaaaaa qué acomplejadas de mierda, cómo han podido condicionar su vida y su sexualidad a eso????? pues nu sé, igual porque hay mogollón de comentarios sociales que hacen creerlo y/o productos para que te huela “bien”, productos SOLO para las tías que debe ser que los tíos son una divinidad que hace que no suden, ni tengan que preocuparse por memeces así, es más, si a un tío le insinúas que la jumea la pistola probablemente sonría mientras piense ” chupa y jódete, por puta”, bueno a lo que iba: titis, el coño huele y sabe a coño. FIN.

Y otra cosa os diré, si yo un día me como una polla y sabe no sé a vainilla, se me seca el coño cual mojama, tal cual, el sabor y olor a polla/coño cuenta como preliminar, de siempre (estoy hablando en personas sanas y de hábitos de higiene normales) y ya puestos a confesar, me rasuro el coño no porque niegue mi condición de mujer, no porque quiera un coño de muñeca, no porque crea que mejora su olor sin un solo pelo (porque no tiene que mejorar nada), me lo rasuro por cerder. Me pone mirar y ver como la polla entrasalefrota, SORPRESA!! hago las cosas por mí, no por los demás ni por aparentar, qué loca estoy!!

Moraleja: Titis, la existencia de los informáticos queda justifica tan solo por esta frase: si funciona, no lo toques. Viva el olor de tu coño. FIN.

El artículo: http://www.huffingtonpost.es/jenny-block/desterremos-las-mentiras-_b_5708381.html

28 Aug 14:41

Tres balcóns tapiados na fachada da catedral que dá á Rúa de...



Tres balcóns tapiados na fachada da catedral que dá á Rúa de Fonseca, bastante no alto. Eu non os vira antes de sacar a foto.

28 Aug 14:40

10 COSAS QUE ME PRODUCEN CIERTA TERNURA

by noreply@blogger.com (Lo dice Diana Aller)
10- Un tatú tribal: Habla de juventud sin rumbo, de arrepentimiento, de rebeldía cani reconvertida en masa (votante y consumidora).


9- Cómo conjugan verbos los niños, sin necesidad de saber de irregularidades semánticas. Dicen "Yo no cabo ahí"... y resulta admirable que sus cerebros pequeñitos y arrugados sean capaces de armonizar tiempos verbales por sí mismos. (Caso contrario son los adultos que que dicen "ayer andé mucho". Me causan una amaguísima repulsión).


8- Quienes dicen "Qué bien te conservas para tu edad" convencidos de que es un cumplido.


7- Las viejitas que pasean un perro (generalmente feísimo) y le hablan.



6- Las madres que sin informarse previamente, tienen un parto gozoso, placentero... Con una inocencia propia de quien pierde la virginidad disfrutándolo.


5- Los fans de Vetusta Morla.


4- El galanteo pueril y lamentablemente común de Tinder previo a un coito.


3-  La gente que dice que tiene muchos libros o que ha viajado mucho. Pobriños...


2-Que un chico se disculpe por no alcanzar una erección completa.


1-Cuando trabajé como camarera, había una compañera que decía que su hermana era "muy pija" porque "hasta se compraba camisetas en el Corte Inglés" Cuánto candor...


...A todo esto... Mañana viernes estaré dándolo todo -musical y humanamente- en la sala Maravillas (C/S. Vicente Ferrer 33, Madrid), ese lugar que tantas alegrías me ha reportado en la vida. De 1 a 3 de la madrugada, pondré canciones bonitas y beberé cerveza con alegría. Pasen a saludar si quieren...



Lo dice Diana Aller
28 Aug 14:38

How to Make Arepas, with a Helpful GIF

by Melissa Finkelstein

To make chef Ryan Pera’s arepas, buy the right kind of masa. You want arepa flour (a.k.a. masarepa, made from cooked and milled corn), not masa harina (dried corn flour). Once you’ve got it, making, shaping, and browning the dough is a piece of (corn) cake.

1. Mix arepa flour, salt, and water.

2. Make sure no dry lumps remain and the dough holds together when squeezed.

3. Lightly knead the dough.

4. Then shape it into 8 balls. Use your palms to flatten into ½”-thick patties.

5. Cook arepas over medium heat, covered, until golden brown. Flip; finish cooking uncovered.

6. When cool enough to handle, use a knife to split arepas in half before filling.

Get the recipe: Arepas

The post How to Make Arepas, with a Helpful GIF appeared first on Bon Appétit.

28 Aug 14:37

In memoriam: Peret

by Pedro Torrijos
Fotografía: Algemeen Nederlandsch Fotobureau ANEFO (CC)

Fotografía: Algemeen Nederlandsch Fotobureau ANEFO (CC)

 

Si eres tan inteligente
que nadie puede entenderte,
enfadarte con la gente
no sirve de ná.

Coincidirán conmigo: la música es el arte que entronca de manera más directa con la emoción. ¿Cuántas veces han llorado al escuchar un determinado tema? ¿Cuántas han saltado de alegría sin saber por qué al ritmo de esa, precisamente esa canción? ¿Cuántas han reído? En el conservatorio te enseñan que este entrelazado emocional se debe esencialmente a las propiedades de reverberación armónica de la música. O sea, que ciertos acordes vibran en sintonía con la manera natural que el ser humano tiene para escuchar al mundo. También te enseñan qué es la gran música y por qué la llamamos así. Cómo componía Berlioz o cuál es la razón por la que el Tristán e Isolda de Wagner nos pone la carne de gallina. Luego terminas la carrera e intentas aplicar lo que has aprendido a la música popular. Quieres intelectualizarlo todo: que si Stevie Wonder era un prodigio de la armonía, que si Radiohead son lo más profundo que puedes escuchar en una radiofórmula. De esta manera, Arcade Fire, Opeth, Jimi Hendrix, Franco Battiato y hasta el sursum corda si se te pone por delante son objeto susceptible de tu profundo análisis.

Pero entonces llega un momento en que lo mandas todo a tomar por el saco. Los intervalos, el cromatismo, la armonía, los acordes y el análisis. Porque no hay nada que analizar. Porque, efectivamente, la música te agarra por esa parte que se esconde justo entre las tripas y la epidermis y te hace llorar, saltar y reír.

A más de uno, ese momento nos alcanzó el 9 de Agosto de 1992, cuando por la tele emitían la ceremonia de clausura de los Juegos Olímpicos de Barcelona. En el escenario se habían subido unos tipos armados de guitarras españolas y ataviados con unos trajes multicolores de solapas desafiantes (porque desafiaban la ley de la gravedad, vamos), y cuya pata de sus pantalones era perfectamente comparable al de un ejemplar macho de elefante africano. Eran Los Amaya, Los Manolos y Peret, y cantaban «Gitana hechicera». Y ahí estábamos: bailando al otro lado del tubo catódico. Daba igual que hubiésemos mamado a Mozart y a Led Zeppelin, que aborreciésemos la rumba y el gitaneo musical, que ni entendiésemos catalán ni tuviéramos nada que ver con la ciudad condal y que, desde luego, no hubiésemos ganado ninguna medalla olímpica. Teníamos una sonrisa diametral mientras canturreábamos «ella tiene poder, ella tiene poder, Barcelona es poderosa, Barcelona tiene poder».

Porque Peret te da un rodeo al cerebro y te agarra por la alegría. Y te hace feliz.

Peret, que nació Pedro Pubill Calaf entre la pobreza de un poblado gitano de Mataró en 1935. Que no pudo ir a la escuela y aprendió a leer en los carteles publicitarios de los pueblos y los mercadillos ambulantes de Cataluña y Baleares donde ayudaba a su padre a vender sabanas, telas y retales.

Peret, que iba a la sala Rialto a bailar los mambos de Pérez Prado vestido de rockero. Con sus tejanos, su tupé y sus enormes patillas. Que fundió en un entente cordial la guaracha cubana, la cumbia, el rock y el cante gitano para crear la rumba catalana. Un género que era como era él mismo: absolutamente gitano y profundamente catalán. E irremediablemente mezclado.

Peret, que revolucionó los veranos playeros del desarrollismo español con «El muerto vivo», «Saboreando» o «Una lágrima». Que, en 1971, fue número 1 en Holanda y Alemania con «Borriquito como tú», llevándose por delante, en gozoso cachondeo, la nostalgia de los emigrantes y anegando los centros receptores de la diversión de los turistas que venían a España. Que llenaba las discotecas donde se bailaba a los Rolling Stones y a Los Bravos. Que apabulló a los telespectadores de media Europa con «Canta y sé feliz», el tema más jovial, más desenfadado y más arrolladoramente alegre que ha sonado jamás en un festival de Eurovisión. Y también uno de los mejores.

Pedro Pubill, que decidió dejar la música en 1982 para dedicarse a la Iglesia evangélica, pero que volvió diez años después con un tupé de peluquín y las mismas patillas para cantarle al mundo la magia de su Barcelona en una noche de agosto.

Peret, que fue el rey de la rumba pero que grabó con Los Enemigos, con Fermín Muguruza o con David Byrne.

Peret, que creó un género musical tan profundamente catalán, tan consustancialmente unido a la idiosincrasia cultural barcelonesa que la intelectualidad de Cataluña le acabó acusando de charnego. Cuyas canciones dieron la vuelta al mundo y que fue tan gitano y cantó tanto en español que algún medio conservador le ha llamado «el rumbero separatista» (nombre tan absurdo como fascinante, por otro lado).

Peret, que anunció el pasado mes de julio que padecía cáncer, enfermedad que se lo llevó ayer en un hospital de su amada Barcelona.

Ese gitano sonriente al que muchos despreciábamos, al que muchos mirábamos por encima del hombro desde nuestros púlpitos de la alta cultura fue un artista auténtico, un verdadero creador. Un músico que desafío a las modas y a los géneros; al rock y al pop y al cante y a los conservatorios. Que nos cogió a todos por sorpresa —y por las caderas— y nos puso a bailar.

Sí, Peret ha muerto, pero seguro que también sigue de parranda, cantando y siendo feliz.

28 Aug 14:35

Un paseo musical por la historia de los auriculares

by Álvaro Hernández

Que no te engañen. Los auriculares no te aíslan, sino que te transportan. Vale que, en ocasiones, pierdes el contacto con el exterior, pero se debe a que la música te ha llevado a otra parte. Ese pequeño gran invento sin el que ahora no podrías salir a correr ni trabajar sin molestar con tu música tiene una historia, y no es precisamente corta.

Un paseo por el sendero que han recorrido los auriculares desde su nacimiento hasta la actualidad no debería leerse en silencio. Para viajar a cada una de las épocas, coge los tuyos y pulsa el play. Si lo prefieres, usa tu propia música, pero si quieres dejarte llevar, aquí dejamos una lista de reproducción de Spotify que hemos creado para la ocasión:

Si lo tuyo no es Spotify, hemos preparado la misma lista de reproducción en YouTube. Venga, ponte los cascos, que nos vamos.

El lujoso fin de un siglo

Valses, óperas y lujo. No parece tener mucho que ver con el trozo de plástico que acabas de meterte en el oído, pero fueron estos los géneros que condujo el padre del auricular moderno, allá por la última década del siglo XIX. Se trata del Electrophone, un servicio telefónico británico de lo más sibarita en el que un aparato conectado a la línea telefónica, y que se encontraba a medio camino entre un estetoscopio y unos auriculares, servía para escuchar en directo el teatro, la ópera o incluso el sermón de los domingos, que eran captados con micrófonos.

1890s-4

Su uso no era muy extendido. Su precio (5 libras anuales, el equivalente a unas 3.000 libras hoy) lo hacía inalcanzable. Solo podían permitirse este servicio telefónico los británicos más adinerados. De hecho, en 1908, se alcanzó la ridícula cifra de 600 suscriptores. Luego llegaría la radio pública, que pondría fin a estas escuchas telefónicas de espectáculos para las clases sociales elevadas.

De la cocina al ejército

Años 20. Charlestón, cambios tras acabar la Primera Guerra Mundial, prohibición del alcohol en Estados Unidos… Mientras Scott Fitzgerald retrataba la alocada sociedad de la década en El gran Gatsby y un tal Louis Armstrong empezaba a darle a la trompeta, un ingeniero eléctrico de Utah llamado Nathaniel Baldwin vendía 200.000 unidades de los primeros auriculares modernos.

años20

Baldwin los había creado diez años atrás, en la cocina de su casa. Dos receptores de sonido conectados por una diadema, un invento al que la Marina estadounidense pronto vio la utilidad, encargándole a Baldwin 100 unidades. Años más tarde llegaría el auge de la radio y el crecimiento de las ventas del artilugio que había inventado. También llegó la quiebra de su empresa (la Baldwin Radio Company) y la suya personal: no patentó su invención y los competidores le crecieron como enanos. El triste fin del padre de los auriculares fue la ruina.

Fabricando auriculares desde los años 30

dt48Poco a poco, los auriculares y la música popular se fueron encontrando. Cada uno puso de su parte: si en los años 30 el ‘swing’ era el santo y seña musical, Eugen Beyer puso su granito de arena con la invención de los primeros auriculares dinámicos en 1937.

Aunque la Segunda Guerra Mundial detuvo la producción de Beyer, en los años 50 su compañía, Beyerdynamic, lanzó por fin al mercado los DT48, un modelo que se continúa fabricando a día de hoy, y es que el invento de este ruso criado en Suecia que pasó la mayor parte de su vida en Alemania se basaba en los mismos principios técnicos que los auriculares actuales.

Vinilos y mucho rock

Década a década y a golpe de innovación, el vínculo entre los amantes de la música y los auriculares se fue estrechando. La siguiente parada en este paseo musical tiene lugar en los años 50. Elvis empieza a sonar y el rock nace golpeando con fuerza. Las tiendas en las que comienzan a venderse vinilos cuentan con unos auriculares stick, una especie de teléfono que permitía a los jóvenes escuchar la música antes de comprarla.

1950s-2

No solo entraban así a formar parte del negocio de la música, sino que, además, a finales de la década fueron creados los primeros auriculares estéreo, pensados para escuchar música. El culpable fue John Koss, el estadounidense que desarrolló los SP-3.

El compañero definitivo: el walkman

Prepárate para que tus pies se muevan solos y la gente te vea. No temas el ridículo y saca tu punto exhibicionista: estamos en los 80 y el Rey del Pop enseña calcetines blancos mientras la gente lleva sus auriculares conectados a un cacharro portátil con el que va andando por la calle con banda sonora propia: llega el walkman.

1980

En 1979, Sony reventaba el mercado musical con un reproductor de casetes que requería usar auriculares, reinventados por Sony para que el walkman fuera realmente portátil. La compañía japonesa desarrolló los H-AIR MDR3, con un peso diez veces menor que los modelos más ligeros de aquel tiempo. Años más tarde, vieron la luz los MDR-E252, los primeros auriculares que se introducían en el oído.

Y el verso se hizo diminuto

Tan diminuto como para guardarse en el bolsillo y tan grande como para transportar gigas de canciones. Los reproductores de música comúnmente llamados MP3, esos que sacaron el formato homónimo de comprensión de audio del mundo de la informática y lo metieron en los bolsillos de millones de personas, llegaron de la mano del siglo XXI para confirmar lo que cacharros que fueron revolucionarios en su día como el walkman y el discman vaticinaron décadas antes.

La fecha clave de esta etapa es octubre de 2001. Fue entonces cuando Steve Jobs le presentó al mundo la última creación de Apple. Llegaba el iPod y, desde ese momento, nada volvería a ser como antes.

¿Qué vamos a contarte que no sepas? Los reproductores de MP3 y los iPods siguen a la orden del día aunque el móvil les ha quitado mucho protagonismo y, probablemente, eres consciente de lo que han supuesto en la historia de los auriculares: para que nadie te interrumpa cuando disfrutas de tu música, esos trocitos de plástico imantados nos acompañan a todas partes dentro de nuestros oídos. Cuando paras, a enrollarlos y al bolsillo.

La innovación ya es mínima. Cambian algunas cosas, claro. Por culpa del iPod de Jobs, los auriculares minúsculos y ergonómicos se convirtieron en una tendencia que parece cambiar ahora, más de diez años después. Ahora toca un regreso al pasado de la mano de unos cascos enormes en los que prima el diseño y no lo prácticos o lo discretos que sean.

En esto Apple también tiene algo que ver: la compañía de la manzana mordida se dejó más de 2.000 millones de euros hace unos meses para comprar Beats, una de las firmas responsables de esa moda de los auriculares gigantes. Detrás de la compra también hubo un intento de evitar que la plataforma de música digital de Beats le hiciera sombra a iTunes, pero eso ya es otra historia…

Llevamos cuatro años de esta década y los auriculares, tras más de 120 años de historia, siguen ahí, permitiéndonos viajar todos los días con nuestro propio hilo musical. Más pequeños, más grandes, inalámbricos… ¿Qué más da? Lo importante es disfrutar de la música que te gusta. Por cierto, en la lista de reproducción tan solo hay unas cuantas propuestas musicales del presente (la mayoría grandes ‘hits’ de cada década, de ahí que sea todo tan comercial). El resto lo pones tú y, por supuesto, se admiten sugerencias.

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Las imágenes utilizadas para este artículo son propiedad, por orden de aparición, de British Telephones, Wikipedia y His Master’s Voice

 

The post Un paseo musical por la historia de los auriculares appeared first on Yorokobu.

28 Aug 14:33

Library Flasher

by tiki god

Library Flasher 700x933 Library Flasher

Library Flasher originally appeared on MyConfinedSpace NSFW on August 27, 2014.

28 Aug 14:30

44 Medieval Beasts That Cannot Even Handle It Right Now

They just can’t. They simply cannot.

This griffin cannot handle it right now.

This griffin cannot handle it right now.

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This basilisk just CAN'T with these snakes.

This basilisk just CAN&#39;T with these snakes.

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This ass cannot even.

This ass cannot even.

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This crocodile just wants it all to STOP.

This crocodile just wants it all to STOP.

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28 Aug 09:44

Women as Background Decoration: Part 2 (Tropes vs Women in Video Games)

by joseph conrad is fully awesome
Women as Background Decoration: Part 2 – Tropes vs Women in Video Games (28 min 33 sec; here's a pointer to the identical video at YouTube). Warning: contains graphic sexual and violent game footage. Presented by Anita Sarkeesian of the video blog, Feminist Frequency. The website version (first link) is annotated to include links and resources, an "about the series" section, games referenced in this episode, and a transcript.

"Video Games, Misogyny, And Terrorism: A Guide To Assholes," by Andrew Todd, Gaming Editor of Badass Digest:

"One developer targeted this week (a phrase I have to use because multiple developers were targeted this week) was Fez creator Phil Fish, whose website was taken down, gigabytes of personal information (including banking details and emails) leaked, and Twitter accounts hacked. Fish has always been a volatile personality, but his tweets prior to shutting down his Twitter paint a particularly dismal picture of the gaming community:
this is videogames. this is what i get. this is unacceptable. this is not okay. terrorist. never again, you hear me? never again. this is videogames. this is your audience. to every aspiring game developer out there: don't. give up. it's not worth it. nothing is worth this. give up on your dreams. they are actually nightmares. just don't do it. RUN AWAY. RUN AWAY. i would like to announce that POLYTRON and the FEZ IP are now for sale. no reasonable offer will be turned down. i am done. i want out. [...] you should all be ashamed."
A couple of relevant pieces from last year:

The Daily Dot — "Anita Sarkeesian still can't catch a break", by Aja Romano (August 02, 2013):
Comments disabled? Check.

Dozens of misogynist tropes? Check.

Instant Internet maelstrom? You got it.

Donning her now-familiar hoop earrings and pink-and-blue plaid shirt, accidental Internet feminist cause célèbre Anita Sarkeesian sallied valiantly forth into YouTube again yesterday for the third and final of her "Damsels in Distress" videos. We can only hope she also donned waders for the storm of hostility she unleashed.
Paste Magazine — "Hyper Mode: Anita Sarkeesian And The Trouble With Magic Bullets", by Maddy Myers (June 4, 2013):
Dear reader, I know what you are about to say: "stop reading the comments," right? That plan would work much better if I didn't still have to moderate comments on my personal blog, sort through my work emails, puzzle at tweet mentions, and give the side-eye to Facebook messages from strangers, as I'm sure Sarkeesian must as well.

Which "shut up and die" messages that I've received might constitute actual threats? Which "you deserve what's coming to you, you stupid slut" comments merit my tracking down an IP address to keep on file, should the cops end up needing to comb through my computer someday?

The problem with the "don't dish it out if you can't take it" line is that not all of us get an equal serving. Women and men are treated differently, which may sound fine if you are the kind of person who thinks men and women should be treated differently. I'm not that person. I'm very radical, in that sense.
The Feminist Frequency YouTube Channel

Previously: Feminist Frequency (1, 2, 3) | Please, mom, when can I use the iPad?
28 Aug 09:43

Meet the Female Gamer Mascot Born of Anti-Feminist Internet Drama

by Allegra Ringo

image via the Fine Young Capitalists' Twitter account 

Vivian James is the fictional everywoman of gaming. She wears a striped hoodie and drinks Mountain Dew Throwback. Her name is a play on “vidya games.” She’s a regular person who wears jeans and spends too much time on the internet. And she was created out of spite by the historically anti-feminist gamers of 4chan.

Here’s some background: Gamers on 4chan are pouring time and energy into backing a project that sponsors female-created video games. Did they have a crisis of conscience? Not exactly. Their charitable efforts are part of a plan to spite Zoe Quinn, creator of the game Depression Quest. A portion of the users on /v/, 4chan’s video games forum (a place historically unfriendly to women and especially to feminists), have long disliked Quinn, a self-proclaimed feminist, for reasons that aren’t especially clear but feel suspiciously like good old-fashioned misogyny.

In February 2013, Quinn’s Depression Quest debuted on Greenlight, the open submissions system of gaming network Valve. Almost instantly, Quinn became the target of a nightmarish amount of harassment, ranging from name-calling to rape threats. One counterintuitive accusation they’ve hurled at Quinn is that she’s a “fake feminist.” Since gaming culture on the whole is notoriously anti-feminist, I’m not clear on why these gamers would be angry at someone who they felt was “faking” feminism—nor am I sure how one does that—but it appears to offend them greatly. Quinn received so many threats that she changed her phone number. The same trolls then accused her of faking the harassment to “get attention.” It was an ugly scene. 

So it’s no great surprise that these trolls felt victorious when, one annoying August day, Quinn’s ex-boyfriend Eron Gjoni wrote several blog posts claiming that Quinn had a series of affairs with members of the gaming community who were in positions to give publicity to Quinn’s game—most prominently, Kotaku reporter Nathan Grayson. After reading Gjoni's descriptions of the affairs, descriptions which were open-ended in their significance, some of those documenting the drama interpreted this open-endedness to be allegations of sex in exchange for positive press for Quinn's game. There is no evidence that Grayson ever even wrote a review of the game, and Gjoni later “clarified” this claim by essentially rescinding it, but Quinn’s hater base was already fired up, apparently unfazed by the fact that Gjoni’s posts were simply those of a recently jilted ex-boyfriend. 

To add fuel (irrelevant fuel, but fuel nonetheless) to the fire, a Reddit user claimed that Quinn purposely sabotaged a female-centric “game jam,” sponsored by feminist group the Fine Young Capitalists, in order to promote her own female-centric game jam, Rebel Jam. Needless to say, this is not the kind of event that 4chan’s gaming community would get excited about. But they’d developed a taste for blood, and they saw an opportunity to make Quinn look bad in the eyes of the feminists she usually called allies. So /pol/, 4chan’s politics forum, pitched the idea of donating money to the Fine Young Capitalists’ female-created video games project, arguing that it would make 4chan “look really good.” The idea quickly gained support on /v/. One user described the plan thusly: “We sponsor [the Fine Young Capitalists]. We... become its rallying cry for ‘breaking down the merit wall in gaming’... Can you imagine? 4chan attacks the cancer and... sponsors the chemo AT THE SAME TIME. We’d be PR-untouchable.”

No really, I'm impressed that 4chan saved gaming by manufacturing a woman who agrees with them.

— Cameron Lauder (@UnarmedOracle) August 26, 2014

For days, 4chan was the number-one supporter of the Fine Young Capitalists’ project. Soon a 4chan user suggested that 4chan take their support a step further and design a female character (warning to anyone who follows that last link: It includes material from 4chan, so expect slurs) for the Fine Young Capitalists. Other users quickly embraced the idea. One user suggested the character should be “just an average female gamer to troll everyone,” because “all the tards in the media” would (reasonably) expect something sexist and/or gross from 4chan. And so, from the muck of cynicism and spite, Vivian was born. And 4chan saw all that they had made, and behold, it was very good—according to them, and to their strange new bedfellows, the Fine Young Capitalists. TFYC tweeted that they would, indeed, work Vivian into whichever game they created. And the gamers of /v/ rejoiced, for their character, born of intolerance, had managed to become some sort of perplexing symbol for women in gaming. 

TFYC received plenty of criticism for embracing Vivian, of course, and responded by saying—and this is a quote—“when you say that 4chan cannot take part in a project, you are oppressing them.” And that was when my brain said, “So long, world, it’s been fun,” and leaped to its own death.

Vivian James is a character masquerading as a feminist icon for the express purpose of spiting feminists—yes, that’s feminists, plural. It’s not just Zoe Quinn that /v/ wants to take down—it’s the entirety of what they derogatorily call “SJWs,” or “social justice warriors." People who, according to Urban Dictionary, engage in “social justice arguments on the internet... in an effort to raise their own personal reputation.” In other words, SJWs don’t hold strong principles, but they pretend to. The problem is, that’s not a real category of people. It’s simply a way to dismiss anyone who brings up social justice—and often those people are feminists. It’s awfully convenient to have a term at the ready to dismiss women who bring up sexism, as in, "You don’t really care. As an SJW, you’re just taking up this cause to make yourself look good!"

If this stupidly complicated story has left you exhausted, as it has me, I have some good news: Gamers on Reddit (and plenty on 4chan) are already weighing in on whether they would have sex with this cartoon woman. At least that much is a constant in this world.

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Editor's Note: A previous version of this article stated, "Gjoni alleged that Quinn traded sex with Grayson in exchange for a positive review of her game." This has been changed to convey a more nuanced version of events. Gjoni himself has relayed to VICE that such allegations were never his intent.

28 Aug 09:33

La película sobre The Ramones podría hacerse realidad…

by administrador

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Ahora que han fallecido todos los miembros de la mítica banda The Ramones, un grupo de punk rock que son todo un icono de la cultura popular del siglo XX, es hora de hacer la película biográfica correspondiente.

Billboard acaba de informar de un montón de lanzamientos relacionados con la banda: nuevos discos, documentales, libros, e incluso un musical. Pero el proyecto que más llama la atención según esta publicación es el de una película que sería dirigida nada menos que por Martin Scorsese. Este director es un reconocido fan de Los Ramones, por lo tanto estamos seguros de que haría un gran trabajo.

The Ramones estuvieron en activo entre 1974 y 1996, y su legado musical es inmenso. Su música y su estética trascendieron del undeground y hoy en día son un producto para todos los públicos.

 

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27 Aug 23:42

Dr. John – The ATCO Studio Albums Collection (2014)

by driX

Dr.John Atco Studio Albums Collection album by Dr John released in Jun 2014 on the Rhino Atlantic label. Atco album collection contains 7-disc with 62 songs.
If you’re someone who enjoys a good bayou boogaloo (providing that boogalooing is legal in your particular bayou, of course), then you can’t hardly beat this seven-album soundtrack. Included in the set are the good Doctor’s entire studio-album output from 1968 through 1974, which means that you get Gris-Gris (1968), Babylon (1969), Remedies (1970), The Sun, Moon & Herbs (1971), Dr. John’s Gumbo (1972), In the Right Place (1973), and Desitively Bonnaroo (1974).
Atlantic Records president Ahmet Ertegun reported said of Dr. John’s debut, “How can we…

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…market this boogaloo crap?” Given the overall sales of the seven albums, it’s arguable that the label never actually managed to answer the question, but there’s really not a bad effort in the bunch, with some of them – most notably Gris-Gris and In the Right Place – entering into absolute-must-own territory.

Gris-Gris

1. Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya 05:38
2. Danse Kalinda Ba Doom 03:46
3. Mama Roux 03:01
4. Danse Fambeaux 04:58
5. Croker Courtbullion 06:01
6. Jump Sturdy 02:23
7. I Walk On Guilded Splinters 07:40

Babylon

1. Babylon 05:24
2. Glowin’ 05:40
3. Black Widow Spider 04:15
4. Barefoot Lady 03:11
5. Twilight Zone 08:17
6. The Patriotic Flag Waver 04:57
7. The Lonesome Guitar Strangler 05:36

Remedies

1. Loop Garoo 04:42
2. What Comes Around [Goes Around] 02:58
3. LooWash, Mama Wash 03:43
4. Chippy, Chippy 03:34
5. Mardi Gras Day 08:17
6. Angola Anthem 17:37

The Sun, Moon & Herbs

1. Black John The Conqueror 06:20
2. Where Ya At Mule 04:56
3. Craney Crow 06:42
4. Familiar Reality-Opening 05:29
5. Pots on Fiyo [File Gumbo]/Who I Got To Fall On [If The... 05:50
6. Zu Zu Mamou 07:58
7. Familiar Reality-Reprise 01:50

Dr. John's Gumbo

1. Iko Iko 04:12
2. Blow Wind Blow 03:14
3. Big Chief 03:25
4. Somebody Changed The Lock 02:43
5. Mess Around 03:13
6. Let The Good Times Roll 03:56
7. Junko Partner 04:28
8. Stack-A-Lee 03:28
9. Tipitina 02:10
10. Those Lonely Nights 02:31
11. Huey Smith Medley 03:18
12. Little Liza Jane 02:59

In The Right Place

1. Right Place Wrong Time 02:55
2. Same Old Same Old 02:43
3. Just The Same 02:53
4. Qualified 04:51
5. Traveling Mood 02:53
6. Peace Brother Peace 02:52
7. Life 02:30
8. Such A Night 02:56
9. Shoo Fly Marches On 03:16
10. I Been Hoodood 03:13
11. Cold Cold Cold 02:36

Desitively Bonnaroo

1. Quitters Never Win 03:16
2. Stealin' 03:30
3. What Comes Around [Goes Around] 03:11
4. Me Minus You Equals Loneliness 03:03
5. Mos’ Scocious 02:46
6. [Everybody Wanna Get Rich] Rite Away 02:42
7. Let’s Make A Better World 02:55
8. R U 4 Real 04:15
9. Sing Along Song 02:42
10. Can’t Git Enuff 02:59
11. Go Tell The People 03:03
12. Desitively Bonnaroo 02:30

27 Aug 23:38

I Went to a Raëlian Cult Protest for Titties

by Kara Crabb

All photos courtesy of the author

It was the hottest day of summer, the sun was at its highest peak, and about 20 Raëlian women were gathering around Mount Royal in Montreal to promote gender equality by taking their shirts off.

When I was on my way to the Raëlian demonstration, I ran into a priest on the street. We got to talking and I told him where I was going. He laughed and called Raëlians total lunatics, saying that their leader, Claude Vorilhon, who claims to be able to speak to aliens, is “out of his mind.” He also told me ol’ Claude, a.k.a. “Raël,” was ostracized from several countries because of how radical he was. When I told him that I had to leave because I was late for the demonstration, he stopped and waved dismissively. “Well, you aren’t missing much,” he said.  

The Go Topless movement was founded by Raël, a French  former racecar driver who, I think, got high once and believed the experience was really profound. The “UFO religion,” with an estimated 90,000 members worldwide, is largely based in Quebec and South Korea. If you have been thinking about joining a cult lately, and if you like looking at bare breasts, then this is definitely one you should consider, despite what some weird priest on the street might tell you.



Go Topless has been reprimanded by the media as a superficial publicity stunt since its establishment in 2007. When I arrived on the scene, Raëlian men and women were parading around a statue holding signs about "equal rights."

I watched a mother enter the park with her infant-in-stroller, and immediately upon seeing the topless women, she took off her shirt and bra and swung them over her head like a flag of victory. It was as if she’d been waiting for this moment all day, her swollen, milk-filled breasts freely bouncing in the open air. Everyone cheered for her. Then I think she realized it was a part of something culty and steered away in the opposite direction.

After the parade swooped around the statue, they configured into a disorganized circle, holding signs and handing out flyers on the grass. The Raëlian symbol was scattered throughout a frenzy of male photographers and what I assumed to be journalism students. Earrings, necklaces, and T-shirts bared the Star of David conjoined with a swastika, with dreamcatcher-like feathers dangling from its sharp edges. 

Within two minutes of approaching the circle, a topless woman wearing a large sun hat grabbed my arm and said, “Are you a journalist?”

“Yes,” I responded.

She led me to a group of busy women with clipboards. There I met Sharon, the head of the Raëlian Association of Sexual Minorities. Sharon told me that they have been promoting transsexual rights since 2004. I was impressed, considering how increasingly topical it is becoming in 2014. Sharon and I talked about what it meant to be in a cult. She told me that she believes cults are everywhere in society, and that Raël is a prophet who can speak to aliens. I asked her which book of Raël’s was her favorite, and she told me she couldn’t decide. Then I asked her which book she would recommend to me if I was going to choose one to read, and she said “the first.”

The book Intelligent Design was written in 1973 when Vorilhon was 27 years old and without any formal education. Sharon seemed to be excited by this quality. When I asked her why she liked it so much, she said, “Everything just made sense.” Sharon admitted that the Star of David/swastika combo symbol had a powerful effect on her too. She explained that because she grew up in Israel, the swastika had a devastatingly negative impact on her psyche. When she saw the two symbols merged together and decontextualized it as a symbol for peace, it was cathartic for her.

I had to agree with Sharon: Raël seemed quite charismatic and—depending on your point of view—progressive.

I was curious about the specific elements of his beliefs, which seduce people into worshipping one particular human being as a deity, just in case I too decide to start a cult when I turn 27. I tried interviewing some Raëlian bystanders, but they were very apprehensive and uncomfortable. One older man, wearing a white outfit and hat, avidly repeated that he did not wish to discuss his beliefs and directed me again to the women with clipboards. The older man was attractive, with peaceful eyes, and I felt sincerely disappointed by his rejection.

“It sure is hot outside,” I said, waving the collar of my trench coat up and down.

“Why are you wearing that?” he said.

I walked over to the group of women with clipboards again and interviewed a Raëlian registered nurse named Nadia. I wanted to gain a better understanding of the religion’s ideology since they didn’t seem too concerned about recruiting members. Nadia was marginally defensive when we first started talking. She said, “We are normal people with normal jobs.” I was aware that Raëlianism is a paradox, described as an “atheist religion,” and that many of its values support the advancement of medicine and technology. For instance, a surgeon and Raëlian counselor in San Francisco have joined forces in treating victims of clitoral mutilation

I still didn’t understand what was so attractive about the label, however. I asked Nadia about the regular functions of the Raëlian community: the international conferences, the online meditations, the self-published literature. From what she was saying, it reminded me a lot of working at American Apparel in 2006. Raël is actively political with sensationalist beliefs that defend marginalized populations and in turn generate many loyal supporters. Maybe they just need better PR?

As the crowd expanded, six female participants, who seemed to be getting bored, sat down on some blankets and started eating granola. The crowd of male photographers went wild—silently clicking buttons on their iPhones.

“It’s important to separate nudity from sexuality,” Sharon said. “Tribes in Africa, South America, and all over the world do it.”

I stared at the middle-aged topless women on blankets, sharing food, lounging, looking like Greek goddesses. Sharon continued explaining why it was important for men to see women topless, saying that it is unnatural for men to repress their hormones by concealing the female body. All of my fantasies about going back in time and being born into a matriarchal tribe came rushing through my skull, uncontrollably hypnotizing me toward the blanket.   

As a journalist, I thought it was appropriate to capture the perspective of the marginalized group of women. I sat down next to the women with my trench coat open, baring my breasts, and they started cheering for me.

“How do you deal with this?” I heard myself say aloud.

I was so overwhelmed by the frenzy of males I could hardly construct a thought.

“That’s right: How do we deal with this?" repeated a woman beside me. She extended her Raëlian hand, and I avoided making contact. I looked up at the photographers in awe. The panorama of seething males, obstructing the horizon, was a surreal phenomenon of incalculable perversion.

None of the males were talking. All I could hear were camera flashes, body movement, and muffled laughter. It is a really strange way to be objectified. What gratification could exist taking photographs this way? Is everyone just bored?

Or rabidly hydrophobic?

When I stood up, I thanked the Raëlian women for trying to change the world. Even though they support some schizophrenic racecar driver from France, I still think it’s nice that they’re attempting to manipulate this social structure, which I too believe is flawed. Maybe someday, when I start my own cult, I will be able to amass their eager fellowship and start charging mandatory tithes (of which there are none in Raëlianism).

For now, I will retreat back into my normal life with my normal job, scheming the means of language and persuasion in a way that provides me with sustenance. Secretly, while making zero effort to achieve my dream, I will always be burdened by the fantasy of breast-feeding in a circle with my girlfriends as the men go away to hunt.  

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27 Aug 23:37

Genitales: We Talked to Women About Their Vaginas

by Monica Heisey

Photos via Wikimedia Commons and Flickr user Derek Keats 

Last week in Genitales’ inaugural column, we talked to a bunch of guys about their peens. It was involved, it was illuminating, and it was, apparently, “unburdening.” I got a lot of emails (not all of them not pervy) in the wake of that piece from men sorry they’d missed out on a chance to talk openly yet confidentially about their relationship to their penises. To those men I say: have those conversations with friends and loved ones, and also I am sorry but this week is about the vagina.

[Note: I know that “vagina” technically refers only to a woman’s vaginal passage, and not to the external features of her vulva, which are largely what we’ll be talking about here, but almost everyone I spoke to used vagina to refer to their genitalia in totalis, something I also do colloquially. Please consider “vagina” shorthand for the whole she-bang going forward.]

The 60 women I spoke to did not feel unburdened of the long-kept secrets of their pussies. Rather, the majority of them were interested in carrying private discussions they’d already been having into a more public space. When it comes to talking about our junk—processing our feelings towards it and intellectualizing our relationship to it—women appear to be miles ahead of men. The women who answered my survey were READY2CHAT, pouring out long emails about every aspect of their vulvas, hymens, clitoral hoods, and more.

The group’s age averaged out to 25, with most respondents from the United Kingdom or America. I let them pick their own pseudonyms. About 30 percent identified as straight and another 10 percent as lesbian, while almost everyone else opted for personalized descriptors like “straightish” or “girls are a sometimes thing.” Here’s what I learned from talking to 60 women about their vaginas.

Vaginas are pretty difficult to describe.
While last week’s men rattled off statistics like their dicks were the starting lineup of the Packers, the women struggled with what adjectives to use to describe their vaginas. Many phrased this portion as a series of questions, creating a kind of textual vocal fry. Laura, a 24-year-old from Norfolk, England, said: “I have medium sized (I think) labia between my clit and my vagina. I don’t have anything around the hole, if that makes sense?”

Descriptions varied widely, with a plethora of colors—from purple to red to pink to one partially albino vagina—and all kinds of shapes and comparisons (more on that later). Overwhelmingly, as we found with the men last week, people thought their ‘gines were basically average. Stephanie, a 27-year-old from Brooklyn, said: “You know how there's one breed of dog that makes you think, ‘That's a very generic dog. A photo of that dog belongs in the dictionary?’ That's how I feel about my vagina. My doctor always says, ‘Looks great!’ which makes me feel validated and like I'm doing a good job taking care of it.”

The most inscrutable vaginal description came from Amelia, a 19-year-old from Scotland, who said her vagina looked like “a baby mouse trapped in a bundle of twigs.”

There are so many different words for vagina it’s basically like naming a child.
In no particular order, survey respondents called their vaginas: Vadge, Front Bum, Vajayjay, Orchid, Little Ouse (a river in the east of England), Bits, Friend, Bearded Axe Wound, Matilda (“fun for when ‘Matilda’ by Alt-J comes on at a party”), Nunee, Minge, Noon, Vaginald (“pronounced like Reginald”), Demona, Vagina, Fleshy Twinkies, Ol’ Vag, Pum Pum, Vajeen (“like Borat”), My Girl, Kitty, Pussay, Fitte (“Swedish for marsh”), Ham, Clam, Fanny, Kitty, Waff, Her, Minge, ‘Gine, Lady Bits, Fertile Crescent, Junk, Cake, Innie, and Botty.

Of all the respondents, only FG, a 30-year-old from London, didn’t have a nickname. “It's a vagina, not a dog,” she said. “I don't want to give it a name.”

Images via Flickr user theimpulsivebuy and Wikimedia Commons

Almost everyone wants you to stop calling their vagina a flower. 

“That feels a bit like the verbal equivalent of scented panty liners (covering up something that really doesn’t need to be covered up. And a bit too pretty for their job),” said a 24-year-old from Melbourne who asked to be called Spongeworthy. “Pussies are no more like flowers than dicks are like popsicles. A better comparison would be like… Pie? Tacos? Hot dog buns?”

She represented the majority of respondents in this, who suggested everything from volcanoes to mountain valleys (lots of landscapes), oysters, and “little furry sea creatures” as more apt comparisons. “We don’t go around comparing penises to dandelions, so why not just call it what it is?” asked a woman named Heather.

Other titles that caused alarm were the classic problem words “pussy” and “cunt.” “Pussy” was a crowd-splitter, even more so than “cunt,” which seems like it’s gaining ground. While many women listed "cunt" as their least favorite word, it also topped a lot of people’s lists as an everyday descriptor of their ladyparts. “Pussy” did not fare nearly as well, with about 50 percent of respondents more or less disgusted by it, sonically. Across the board, the most hated name was “beef curtains,” although Em, a 23-year-old from Toronto made a solid point: “Comparing labia to roast beef is offensive, but people need to appreciate both labia and roast beef more.”

Vagina complaints, in order of frequency:
1) Size of labia (see below) (I mean in the article, not your pants) (maybe, I don’t know your life)
2) Period-related problems (flow, cramps) and/or excessive discharge
3) Prevalence of thrush, UTIs, and other non-sexual infections and inconveniences
4) Fear of childbirth-related tearing
5) Shitty boyfriends from their teen years saying something terrible and scarring about their perfectly functional, healthy vagina

Concerns about unrealistic expectations from porn are largely unfounded.
While a few women said porn presented an unrealistic, idealized “porn vagina” that was “compact,” “perfect,” and “tight,” most of the respondents who talked about porn suggested it was one of the first places they had been exposed to the reality of widespread vaginal difference. “I watch porn to get off, but I also love the range of shapes, colors, textures and sizes of vaginas I get to see,” said Martha, a 27-year-old dental assistant from York, England. Overall, it was listed as a positive tool for self-love more often than a source of anxiety. “There are so many different kinds of vaginas, comparison is really impossible. [Watching porn] really helps me enjoy mine, knowing as long as it works it’s still going to be a source of pleasure for me and my partner,” said Samantha, a mother of two from Oregon.

Things women are most curious about in relation to their own vaginas: 
- Squirting, how to
- Vajazzling, when to try
- Queefing, on command if possible?
- Growing out their bushes “just to see”
- Taste and smell (as one woman put it, “I just think it would be fun to experiment with making it more or less musky, fruity, or sweet”)

Photos via Justin William and public-domain-image.com

Women are very worried about the size of their labia.
While some people were very positive about their labia—“I think I've got a great package! (chubby labia with just enough trimmed pubic hair and a super cute clitoris!)” said Peach, an 18-year-old from Hamilton, ON, and the youngest person to take the survey—this body part was most often mentioned in the “do you have any complaints” portion of the questionnaire.

Negative feelings tended to center around what one woman described as “being a bit too ‘there’ in terms of labia minora.” One woman from London said, “There's a flap that is quite big and you can see it from the outside. I never liked this big, hanging flap. I thought my vagina looked weird. In fact I still don't quite like the look of it." Heather, a 20-year-old from the UK, said: “To quote the great Stoya, if my vagina was an emoticon, it would always look like this :P.”

A Texas woman with long, asymmetrical labia explained the root of the issue: “You can’t see it when I’m standing or anything, but sometimes it gets uncomfortable, and I feel kind of weird about it. During sex it’s not a problem, but it can like, rub against my underwear… Tucking your one hangy labia back in isn’t like picking a wedgie, you know?”

Respondents with large inner labia tended to echo the views of less hung men from last week. Most of them had experienced problems with this part of their body in their younger years, but were increasingly coming to accept and even love it. “One of my labia is larger than the other, and I think I have quite a big clit, but I’m really not sure. I used to think it was beautiful and pink and lovely, but after a shitty ex described it’s appearance as ‘complicated,’ I kinda just feel like all vaginas are weird,” said Alice, a 23-year-old from London who said she feels “very affectionate” towards her vagina overall.

Overall, though, women really, really love their vaginas.
For real. Regardless of complaints about heavy flow, especially pungent discharge, hanging lips, or a desire for different pubes, almost 100 percent of women were wild about their vaginas. Maria, a 27-year-old from London, said, “Mine’s not small and neat like some people’s. I feel fondly about it and protective over it. Nowadays I’m far more outwardly celebratory about having one, and I think that ties in with being more shouty and positive about being a woman.” Melissa, an Aussie, said “I would be lying if I said I didn’t consider my vagina a good friend. We’re VBFs.”

“Love is maybe not strong enough a word,” said Ella, from Edmonton, England. “My vagina is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me.” A 20-year-old named Violet added, “I love it more than Netflix.”

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