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Getty Images are running a NFL Cheerleading Look Back featuring 85 photos of women in varying stages of sporting excitement. This one is my favourite.
If you’ve never visited this site before, consider it a helpful indicator of the kind of content you can expect in the future, should you decide to stay.
Forewarned is forearmed, as they say.
Look at the above picture, Instagrammed by my estranged pop idol last month.
Were you grossed out? Disgusted? Violently sick into a bag? If so, read on to learn something fascinating about yourself!
So for want of something better to do, I click on this Buzzfeed article called ‘8 Stories Of Everyday Sexism, As Told By Female Journalists‘ and I get really, really pissed off and angry that people like those described still exist in the world and their pathetic, irrational fear of women achieving something is having an impact on lives and careers in 2014.
Continue reading “Everyday Sexism: With One Hand You Giveth, With The Other You Slappeth Away”
A massive congratulations to Paddy Power, who, with their latest betting offer, have managed to be even more brutally offensive and dehumanising to the memory of Reeva Steenkamp than the Sun newspaper managed in their coverage of her murder.
As an elderly person with what I like to think is fairly decent taste, I’ve never really understood the purpose of One Direction as a musical entity. I’m so uncomfortable with the whole ‘mogul grooming and primping boys for the purpose of manipulating the vulnerable, fecund areas of teenage sexuality for financial gain’ thing, that the actual music has passed me by.
The snippets I have heard makes me yearn for the touchingly disorganised and cheery console manipulation of Stock, Aitken & Waterman.
While Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich is in no way responsible for his partner’s ‘professional’ output, given the number of racial controversies his club have been linked to in recent years, Dasha Zhukova’s decision to promote her new online magazine by posing on a ‘Black Woman Chair’, can, at best, be described as unhelpful.
Image: thesource.com.
It’s disappointing to realise that while I’ve spent the last godknowshowmany years trying to articulate the negative effects of pornography on young male minds (perpetuates illusion that instant gratification is not only reasonable but essential; requirement for women to conform to very specific parameters etc) when I could have just waited for this guy to place his wanted ad and do it for me.
In pink, too.
Magforce 300000V Electrical Stun Baton, sir? Image via firearmblog.
As usual when I woke up the this morning, the gallons of cranial fluid occupying the space where my brain should be sloshed over the first available distraction; a news story about two companies being chucked out of the DSEI (Defence & Security Equipment International) 2013 event for “promoting illegal weapons & torture equipment“.
According to the Green Party MP Caroline Lucas, Magforce International and Tianjin Myway were peddling “handheld projectile electric shock weapons, weighted leg cuffs and stun batons” among their other wares, which apparently contravene some complicated by-law that waves stuff like massive guns and RPGs right on through.
I went about my morning routine as usual, but by the time I’d arrived at work, the co-conspirators of a trusting/totally disinterested boss, an intermittent BT internet connection and unnerving curiosity had convinced me that there was no alternative but to spend the morning surfing the tubes and troughs of the defence industry and the enterprises that survive on its filthy, polluted run-off, to see what was actually available to a discerning lunatic with access to a credit card.
Like me.
Continue reading “With their tanks & their bombs & their bombs & their guns…”
If word got out that there was a guy in a a green Power Rangers costume hanging out near the stairs on the London Underground, it’s difficult to figure out what would happen to him first.
One thing is certain though: if he did escape the attentions of the Metropolitan Police’s anti-terrorism unit, he would almost certainly be mistaken for a performance artist and/or paedophile and battered to death, the only evidence of his existence a few shreds of polyester fabric strewn carelessly across the platform.
Continue reading “The Tokyo Subway Ranger: Weird, But In A Good Way”
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d ruined one of my Gran’s tablecloths. Image via videogum.
I can’t wait for Christmas. This artificial meat malarkey will add a whole new dimension to the sanctimonious questioning I receive from ageing relatives and acquaintances regarding my ability to make valid moral decisions.
Still, at least there’s the possibility that the increased stress of trying to disentangle the philosophical dilemmas therein might cause my brain to explode in their faces.
Those carnivores love a bit of offal, don’t they?
Kelly Welles 
