Category Archives: gender

This and That: Avatars of Feminine Power

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First up, possibly my favorite painting in the entire world, Rembrandt’s Pallas Athena. I’m well aware that many people think it may not be by Rembrandt himself, but like, whatthefuckever, the painting stands on its own two feet, or would if it had feet instead of a frame. Rembrandt would look at that and say “God, I wish I’d painted that,” I mean, assuming he did not:

Rembrandt\'s Pallas Athena

Could it rock any harder? I mean, really.

Next up, this very 21st-Century image from the Guardian of a newly-graduated Iraqi policewoman firing at a target.

Iraqi policewoman

rough striptease action!

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This is, without question, the roughest striptease action you’ll see all day, and that’s even IF you have those Carmen Electra workout videos.

From that cavalcade of Schadenfreude, the Failblog

Public Service Announcement o’ the Day: Check Your Testicles!

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I just checked all the ones in my freezer and they’re fine. In fact, sauteed with a little vermouth they are wonderful!

Quiz: what kind of 30’s wife would you be?

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The Women

cross-posted from TeenyManolo and I really wonder how the relative demographics will stack up. According to the data I can find, this blog skews strongly male, considerably more intelligent and educated than average, and with a substantially lower income than average. Ah, my people. At least, all my ex-boyfriends.

While I’ve long suspected I would not flourish in the era, it must be admitted that I love watching Thirties movies, and am slightly addicted to the bizarre hats of the period.

But it’s not a problem. I can stop wearing those hats any time. Seriously. And I’m sure the staff at Home Depot and the grocery store wishes I would.

But now comes scientific(ish) proof, once and for all, that I’d be an absolutely rotten Thirties housewife. I find solace in the fact that so would Katherine Hepburn and Myrna Loy. Oh, who wants to be that insipid martyr Mrs. Stephen Haines, when you could be the fabulously kooky Irene Bullock or the witty and wonderful Nora Charles? They’d both be fabulous failures in this quiz, too.

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As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Poor (Failure)

Take the test!

via ArchiesArchive

So what did you get?

Scoring:

0-24 – Very Poor (Failure)
25-41 – Poor
42-58 – Average
59-75 – Superior
76+ – Very Superior

If it makes you feel any better, you can answer for your husband on the 1930’s Husband Quiz as well. Don’t tell him the results; it would only upset the poor darling.

Big Black Balls

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Do you like big, bouncing, black balls, all glistening wet and tumbling all over one another? Thousands and thousands of big, bouncing, black balls? Well, have we got some hawt pix for you!

Big black balls

Yes, 400,000 big black balls, bouncing all over one another in the bright sunlight. Don’t say we don’t come through on our promises around these parts.

It seems that the reservoir water on which LA depends has such a high bromide content that exposure to sunlight renders it poisonous, and the balls are to shield the water from the harmful sunlight. Think about that the next time you’re enjoying a glass of ice water on the patio at the Ivy.

Yes, big black balls save the city of Los Angeles. It’s like a Blaxploitation flick come to life! Video here.