A couple years ago, I found a cool magazine at my local used bookstore. It was called Sweet Action and billed itself as "Porn for Girls." It was basically a magazine with naked and seminaked pictures of real guys you might know — tattooed, a little dirty, and skinny rather than buff. Whether or not you find that sexy, the fact is, the guys were amateurs, just people the two women who started the magazine knew or approached on the street. In addition to subverting the "men are subjects and women are objects" paradigm, they managed to take photos in which the men were sexualized but also still seemed like people, rather than just fantasies. "There's never really been a way for women to have permission to be boy crazy and still admire the guys as equals," said one of the co-founders, Micole Taggart. "We respect the guys that we're lusting after." I can't find anymore copies of Sweet Action and don't know if it's still around, but I was curious . . . Would you ever buy a nudie mag with pics of hot guys?
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The bond that forms between the family dog and the baby of the house is an inevitable and mysterious thing. The dog is usually jealous at first, but eventually grows overprotective of the crying, crapping, crawling, yet oh-so adorable, new rug rat. So is the pup below trying to steal the spotlight from his whining companion or simply trying to soothe the child? Who knows. But he's pretty darn persuasive . . .
The bond that forms between the family dog and the baby of the house is an inevitable and mysterious thing. The dog is usually jealous at first, but eventually grows overprotective of the crying, crapping, crawling, yet oh-so adorable, new rug rat. So is the pup below trying to steal the spotlight from his whining companion or simply trying to soothe the child? Who knows. But he's pretty darn persuasive . . .
I believe this deserves a full-page apology.
Thank you, College Humor!
I believe this deserves a full-page apology.
Thank you, College Humor!
This "Golfers Versus Pornstars" commercial was listed by one fanboy as one of the worst Sony PlayStation commercials ever. (It was for the PS2.) If by worst they mean best, I concur. As a David Lynch PlayStation2 ad argues, "Different Place. Different Rules."
Drop Dead Fred, a wickedly immature comedy about maintaining imaginary friends into adulthood and blaming "them" for one's obscene behavior, was one of my fave movies in the early '90s — naturally. The irreverent tyke in the following scene portrays the protagonist as a young girl. Her response to her mother's lame-ass bedtime story is quite possibly the best advice any growing girl (or grown woman) could ever hear. Listen. Very. Carefully.
Viral videos are such a huge thing now that even Hollywood big-wigs want to get into the action as a way of giving their big studio movies street cred. So at the MTV Movie Awards, Ben Stiller did a skit about coming up with a viral vid to promote his new movie Tropic Thunder with Jack Black and Robert Downey, Jr. How? Pretend to have the panda from Kung Fu Panda and Robert Downey, Jr.'s character Iron Man in the poster. His nephew Carl has a few choice bits of advice as well. . .
The question was, "What will your husband say is his favorite condiment?" It's a simple question — if you know what a condiment is. Say what? These brides never heard the word before, but our gals did what they had to do in the event of a vocab emergency. They guessed . . .
Occupational hazards abound for anchors reporting live. But this one takes the cake. This woman is just doin' her job when — whammo! — out of the blue, a curly-headed, bleach blond hulk of a hick grabs her and plants a wet one on her. (Boogie Woogie Man, was that you?) Bleach and a big fat bonus are in order! (Thanks, eBaum's World!)
The commercial opens with a chubby old dude jumping rope on a tropical beach while dressed in a pink, two-piece workout outfit. Is it not obvious? It's straight out of Japan, which means it's only gonna get better from here — or worse, depending on your tolerance for improbable body morphing, unwarranted sex changes, and other forms of "creative" advertising. All this to sell a stinking bottle of hornet juice . . .
Seattle University Targeted Theme Party
Glen Butterworth, assistant to the dean of students, is rapidly in danger of being dubbed "Public enemy douchebag #1" after warning Seattle University students that hosting a "Douchebag Party" to poke fun at frat (and sorority) culture on university campuses was in violation of the student code of conduct, falling under the category of "gender bias." The party invited men to wear popped collars, aviator shades and flip-flops (wait — no tribal tatts or fake tans?!) and the women to wear Abercrombie & Fitch clothing and to talk "incessantly" on their cell phones. This is much ado about nothing, if you asked me. In a patriarchal culture, sticks and stones may break men's douchebags' bones, but words will never hurt them. (Not to mention the fact that chicks could be douchebags, too!) Click here to read about this confused policy.
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Sometimes, you just gotta be the straight man. Is there anything this guy could do to be weirder than this lactating statue? Didn't think so.
Real cute, but dude — the least you can do is color inside the lines for the sake of demonstrating the teeniest, tiniest amount of maturity. (For all of you grown-ups without a clue who Carnage from Spider-Man is, click here.)
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Classic funny man Harvey Korman passed away last week, and fuzzles reminded me about a dentist sketch from the awesome Carol Burnett Show. Tim Conway is the obvious comedian here, but Harvey Korman's inability to keep a straight face makes it even funnier. What a great comic duo they were!
