No, that’s not the world’s creepiest ice cube — it’s “Shape Of An Angel,” a 3D ultrasound. An MRI scans your fetus and a tiny replica is printed out in a 3D printer, hovering midair in clear resin and encased in a jewelry box. (Because why not display your 3D fetus to guests inside a jewelry box?) Oh, and the whole thing will set you back $1,230.
Growing life is beautiful, yes, but a tiny plastic fetal token strikes me as raising the fetus to the level of fetish object. I hope this doesn’t take off, because looking at ultrasounds just got that much more uncomfortable! [Geekosystem]
Pack it up, everyone! It’s time to go home: this is the cat video to end all cat videos. And it’s super trippy, so grab your glowsticks and your cat and rock out. [Vimeo via The Atlantic]
Three months ago, the Justice Department launched an investigation into the potential mishandling of sexual assaults at the University of Montana at Missoula. The college, in conjunction with local police, was fingered by the DOJ for not following proper procedures with over 80 sexual assaults — at least two of which included the University of Montana Grizzlies football team. The underlying theory was that the school was perhaps treating its athletes with kid gloves when a sexual assault accusation arose.
Yesterday, a promising advancement was made: the Missoula County District Attorney’s office announced it was charging University of Montana quarterback Jordan Johnson (pictured above), 20, with rape. Keep reading »
I had the fantasy in my head that a lot of heterosexual, child-wanting women probably have: I’ll date someone single and unattached, we’ll get married, and pump out a couple of squirts together. It’s not that I thought there was anything wrong with dating someone who had already been married and/or mated. My mother is my father’s second marriage and he came with three children as part of the package.
But I thought my mom and dad’s story had been really anamolous. A union like theirs was abnormal when I was a kid; there weren’t a lot of blended families out in the suburbs when I was growing up. Today, though? With the divorce rate being what it is? Divorcées with a kid or two are all over the dating pool.
So, never in a million years did I think I would fall for a divorced guy with two kids. And even though it had never occurred to me to dive into that end of the dating pool before, I’m cool with it. I love kids. I’ve wanted kids of my own since I was a little girl pushing around my dolls in strollers. (In fact, Le Ex-Boyfriend’s lack of interest in having children was one of the reasons I tossed him to the curb.) That O’Boyfriend is an engaged, responsible father who has actually been to the American Girl Store of his own volition is attractive to me.
The question is: when is the right time to meet the little critters? Keep reading »