Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Doods and Boobs

I'm currently watching the Victoria's Secret fashion show (because I am apparently just looking for ways to relapse), and on comes this commercial.

Such an interesting juxtaposition. Look at these hot, skinny, (predominantly) large-breasted models! Aren't they pretty? Hey, now look at these guys who totally do shit and have changed the world!

Oh, objects and subjects.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Down with "Love"

So, I'm watchin' my X-Files on the Syfy channel, workin' on a project that's due tomorrow, and what commercial do I see? Comcast... advertising its "adult" On-Demand selection. It shows a happy white, hetero, "wholesome" couple on a couch in front of their tv and there's a man singing a ditty that is also in the room with them. From said ditty: "Erotic Networks fill your home... with love" ('love' is drawn out and is the close to the song). Yeah, some love...
Deep In Latin Rear
Penthouse TV: Latin girls love getting their pretty bronze butts pumped, nailed and filled to the brim. Pull down her panties and slam it in her rear, that’s how you get a tight sexy chica to moan like it’s her first time.

Miso Horny 2
Prepare for an Asian sex invasion! The sun’s not the only thing that’ll be rising when these eager Asians drop their kimonos and open their legs for a Far East filth fest.
Ah, love.... minus, you know, respect and silly shit like that.

Monday, November 9, 2009

"I Object(, You Dumb Bitch)!"

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Stupid Stupak Amendment

Fuck fuckity fuck fuck FUCK, NO.

Reclusive Leftist: "House Democrats pass health care reform for men"

Shakesville: "You Have No Rights"

The Confluence: "Just so we're clear"

I would now like to yield the remainder of my time to the following distinguished gentleladies. . .









BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE Lindsay Lohan BLUE

I just finished watching the film I Know Who Killed Me, goodness knows why. A couple years ago when it came out, I heard it was awful. I found out tonight that it was OnDemand. . . and I actually watched this thing. Oh, m'Lord. Not only is it bad, it's bad and BLUE. Beat-you-over-the-head BLUE. I briefly looked up the movie before watching it to decide if it was that type of bad movie that might be worth watching just for its intense terribleness. I came across this blog post, but only lightly skimmed it (just enough to see some rough plot elements and the mentions of awful color usage). I just read the whole post a minute ago, post-movie, and it is so spot on. I am refusing to look too much more into the film, because I don't care enough to now, so this may have already been said by someone else: I Know Who Killed Me is like The Parent Trap meets Saw, drenched in blue -- and it's really shitty.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Probably the Only Beer Commercial I Have Ever Laughed At


I'd like to think it's a professional stunt poodle.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Quotes: A Strategy for Sanity

Catherine A. MacKinnon, from "Sexuality":
Pornography is a means through which sexuality is socially constructed, a site of construction, a domain of exercise. It constructs women as things for sexual use and constructs its consumers to desperately want women, to desperately want possession and cruelty and dehumanization. Inequality itself, subjection itself, hierarchy itself, objectification itself, with self-determination ecstatically relinquished, is the apparent consent of women's sexual desire and desirability. "The major theme of pornography as a genre," writes Andrea Dworkin, "is male power." Women are in pornography to be violated and taken, men to violate and take them, either on screen or by camera or pen, on behalf of the viewer. Not that sexuality in life or in media never expresses love and affection; only that love and affection are not what is sexualized in this society's actual sexual paradigm, as pornography testifies to it. Violation of the powerless, intrusion on women, is. The milder forms, possession and use, the mildest of which is visual objectification are. This sexuality of observation, visual intrusion and access, of entertainment, makes sex largely a spectator sport for its participants.

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All women live in sexual objectification the way fish live in water. With no alternatives, the strategy to acquire self-respect and pride is: I chose it.