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Weblog Archive: August 15, 2004 to Aug 21, 2004 Friday, August 20, 2004
Meanwhile, a female acquaintance called my attention to Michael Phelps's extremely low-cut swimsuit. How does it stay on?
Too bad. Felz went on to reveal that the museum would exhibit another Guadalupe-themed López work, María de Los Angeles. That piece—the Virgin fully clothed, generations of women looking on in wonder—looks like a promo for an Edward James Olmos-produced PBS special underscoring the all-American virtues of Latino family life. This article includes a larger, higher-resolution jpeg of Our Lady than I've previously linked (click the "enlarge" button).
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Gyaku Nanpaya, establishments set up exclusively for women to come in and select men waiting for them in little booths, have started to flourish in Tokyo entertainment districts. Male customers pay registration and room rental fees, fill out questionnaires, then wait in their rooms. "Women take a look at a guy's profile and, if they like what they see, they go into a small room and meet him. Gyaku Nanpaya are most appealing because they let you actually see and talk to the women before deciding whether to do anything," a Gyaku Nanpaya regular tells Shukan Post. "Then, if there's a mutual liking displayed, you're both free to do whatever you like, so it's a lot safer than meeting up with somebody you first came in contact with online."
And making the rounds of political blogs: Al Qaeda plans to drop gay bombs. "Extremist Muslim scientists are developing a bomb that turns anyone within a 30-mile radius of its blast into a homosexual, say U.S. Intelligence insiders. . . . The explosive device is a foot long and shaped like a cigar with a pair of land mines at one end. Planes carrying the weapons will drop them on all major U.S. cities, except, of course, San Francisco, reveals the source." Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Still more Olympic athlete cheesecake in Pravda.
"The surprising finding was that pornography is actually good for you in many ways," Dr McKee said. "When you look at people who are using it in everyday life, over 90 per cent report it has had a very positive effect." Dr McKee said porn users reported it had taught them "to be more relaxed about their sexuality" and marriages were healthier, while porn made people think about another person's pleasure and made them less judgmental about body shapes. "Pornography is actually good for you" has long been a guiding principle of Daze Reader's editorial philosophy. However, the methodology used in this study sounds questionable. Radio program The World Today took up the pornography issue yesterday. NICK GRIMM: Alan McKee is one of the authors of the "Understanding Pornography in Australia" study. ALAN MCKEE: We asked the consumers who were filling this in to give us some feedback about what kind of effect pornography had had on their attitudes towards sexuality. Now what we've found was that out of the 1,025 people who responded, 6.9 per cent felt it had some kind of negative effect on their attitudes towards sexuality. Or 35 per cent felt it had no effect, and almost 58 per cent told us that it had had a positive effect on their attitudes towards sexuality. NICK GRIMM: But Alan McKee's conclusions have been challenged by the author of another study into internet pornography, Clive Hamilton from the Australia Institute. CLIVE HAMILTON: Well, I think this is dodgy research. The research is based on a sample of 1,000 pornography users, who are self-selected over the internet, so they asked people to fill out a survey. So it's really the people who are likely to have positive attitudes towards their use of pornography who are going to fill in such a survey. But those who are disturbed by it or feel guilty about it, aren't going to respond to that sort of a survey. So I don't attach much credence to those results. The anti-porn guy has a point. Any competent grad student could rewrite the survey questions, solicit respondents on different websites, and get radically different findings. Tuesday, August 17, 2004
UPDATE: A longer version of this article says she was sentenced to four years. Plus CBS News had a staff artist make up this kicky little logo for the story.
"She's a sign," says Daniel Yankelovich, the pollster and analyst who has been studying American values for 50 years. He means a sign of our times, as is Jessica's frumpy 21-year-old contemporary, Pfc. Lynndie England, whose gleeful mugging for the cameras as she mocked naked Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib unsettled the national conscience. Both women have left many people questioning: How did we get here? Wow, the similarities between the Washingtonienne and Abu Ghraib stories are striking. Can't believe I didn't notice that before. Unless you're part of that small but fortunate segment of America that headed up Jessica Cutler's butt, or that sheltered segment who thinks sex is exclusively something that a man and a woman who love each other very very much do and then the stork comes, Washingtonienne didn't mean much of anything. Idiotic pundits always try to ruin a good scandal for the frivolous majority trying to enjoy a good snigger. UPDATE: The stupid author of this stupid article, April Witt, did a followup chat session Monday to answer stupid questions from stupid readers. Link snagged from Wonkette, who wises off here and here.
So what is a kouros? This scholarly site has more info about the classical kouros statues with many photos. And lots more pictures via Google. UPDATE: Some penis experts believe the kouros performers were wearing speedos with fake stone genitals. Upon further review, I think they're right. That would certainly have made the makeup artist's job easier, not to mention protecting against arousal malfunctions during the show. Monday, August 16, 2004
According to two university reports, rural villagers have used them as disposable water containers to wash, after relieving themselves in the fields. India's military have covered gun and tank barrels with condoms as protection against dust. Of the 891 million condoms meant to be handed out free, a considerable proportion were acquired by road-building contractors who mixed them with concrete and tar and used the mixture to construct roads, rendering road surfaces smooth and resistant to cracks. Builders spread a bed of condoms beneath cement plastering on roofs, ingeniously preventing water seepage during the monsoon rains. Weavers in Varanasi used around 200,000 condoms a day to lubricate their looms and to polish the gold and silver thread used to embroider the saris they produced. (Link snagged from Boing Boing.)
William Regnery II, an heir to the Regnery publishing fortune who's a prime mover and shaker in white nationalism publishing, is moving into a new line of business: match-making for "heterosexual whites of Christian cultural heritage." In an appeal to potential investors titled "Population is Destiny," the famously reclusive Regnery wrote this March that the Caucasian dating service would be no ordinary money-making opportunity, but a chance to ensure "the survival of our race," which "depends upon our people marrying, reproducing and parenting." That's Regnery as in Regnery Press, publisher of conservative political books by the likes of Ann Coulter, Michelle Malkin, David Horowitz and most recently the anti-John Kerry swift boat veterans. (Link snagged from Oliver Willis.)
A wire service teaser pulls some anecdotes from the book about various celebrities Jameson claims tried to seduce her, including Cindy Crawford. "I kept getting a weird vibe from her," writes the bisexual Jameson. "I knew what it meant, because I'd experienced it so many times before, but I kept dismissing it. It couldn't be true: she was Cindy Crawford, after all ... When I turned my back Cindy reached over and rubbed the back of my neck. 'Ooh,' she cooed. 'Look at your beautiful tattoo!' "She touched my neck so softly and sensually ... It was too much. She was so larger than life that I couldn't even imagine running my tongue along that trademark mole of hers. So I excused myself to get a drink." On another occasion, Jameson had was in the company of Wesley Snipes, his chat up line was, "Do you like it up the *****?" Jameson was not fazed by the question, "Being a porn star, I was used to such questions," Jameson writes. "But Wesley had no idea I was a porn star. Either way, I was offended. I looked at him blankly, stood up, and walked away. That was the first and last time I ever saw him." Bruce Willis fared only slightly better. At a party once, "He didn't say a word," Jameson recalls, "He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. After 30 seconds of passionate tongueing, he just walked away without a word." As Jameson was leaving the party, she writes, "A bodyguard walked up to me and said, 'Mr. Willis is waiting in his limousine.' 'He's going to be waiting a long time,' I responded. There's a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and he had crossed it." Ms Jameson also recounts her sex sessions with the "massively endowed" Marilyn Manson and her encounters with Nicolas Cage who she says smelled like "the distilled sweat of homeless people." Amazon runs a review-summary from Publishers Weekly: With its wit (the book is dedicated to Onan), its victim narrative (multiple sexual assaults), its celebrity dish (Howard Stern is actually well endowed), and its frank, one-fisted prose style ("After three hours of sweaty, psychotic sex, she handed me a huge black strap-on"), the queen of porn's autobiography is destined to become a lowbrow classic. Jameson's career began at 16, when she fell for Jack, a tattoo artist. At a party, Jack's neo-Nazi uncle raped Jameson. Unable to face her father, a Las Vegas cop, she moved in with Jack. Within a year, she went from high school cheerleader to stripper to nude model to porn actress, with a stop along the way to become a crack addict. Jameson's life wasn't so much a downward spiral as a freefall into darkness. But, as the porn world would have it, the harder she fell, the more everyone wanted her, and she quickly became a top nude model and porn star, and the country's highest-paid feature dancer, all while leaving a path of carnage worthy of several rock bands. Beneath Jameson's monstrous diva exterior, however, was a girl who just wanted to become a loving mother and wife. After many failures, she finally succeeded, and her X-rated book ends on an uplifting family-values note. Jameson's life was a mess, and with its multiple formats (interview transcripts, movie scripts, advice sidebars, diary entries, cartoon strips), so is this book. But it's a remarkably appealing and honest mess, and should earn Jameson some of the mainstream acceptance she so clearly desires. Jenna Jameson's book tour schedule is posted at ClubJenna.com. Also see: Jenna Jameson's Times Square billboard. UPDATE: Jenna Jameson plugged her book on Howard Stern's radio show Tuesday. An obsessive Stern fan provides a very detailed recap (scroll down to "Porn Star Jenna Jameson Comes In. 08/17/04. 9:20am"). |
