“Broad-shouldered, flat-chested women with small hips; [they are] totally indistinguishable from men. Their breasts – the symbol of womanhood, motherhood – flattened into stubs as they were seen as mere hindrances to speed. I am not even talking about female javelin throwers, shot-put athletes, weightlifters, wrestlers and boxers. Their appearance is just pathetic.”
You know how sometimes crusty old dudes say laughably sexist things? Like, things you can’t even waste the energy getting offended about because they’re so preposterous? Meet Turkish columnist Yuksel Aytut, who wrote a column called “Womanhood Is Dying At The Olympics.” Yes, seriously. Womanhood is dying. All those female athletes are running, swimming and kicking soccer balls when they should be back at home rubbing their husband’s feet. Such a shame!
Oof. Obviously this man has not clicked through a slideshow of women’s beach volleyball butts. [Wonkette; Daily Mail UK]
Saucy little minx Meryl Streep hit up “Watch What Happens Live” for a rousing game of Shun, Shag or Marry with her ex-costars. The options were Robert Redford, Jack Nicholson and Dustin Hoffman. Personally I would have chosen Redford to shag and that offer will remain open until he’s dead. [Bravo TV]
No, girl, no. Just no. “Girls” creator Lena Dunham tweeted a TwitPic of herself this week, her head wrapped in what looks like a blanket as if it as an Islamic veil, with the caption “I had a real goth/fundamentalist attitude when I woke up from my nap.”
I leave it to the goths to defend their goth-itude from her hipsterism. But that “fundamentalist” comment is just dumb — just because a woman wears a hijab, niqab or even a burqa, does not mean the woman herself is”fundamentalist.” Muslims don’t appreciate all being characterized as fundamentalist — that’s called a stereotype, Lena. Keep reading »
Can’t buy a vibrator (or get a free one?) by your lonesome? A new startup will help! MySecretLuxury.com (NSFW) offers a “concierge service” for sex toys for random Tuesday nights, honeymoons, or even your own 50 Shades Of Grey experience. The site sells sex toys ranging from stripper poles and ben-wah balls to paddles and books on flogging, but it’s their “personal romance assistant” service that has tongues wagging. My Secret Luxury will stock your hotel room with sex toys, research romantic restaurants, and even hire photographers for “boudoir photoshoots.”
Cool, I guess? I dunno … I feel like if you need to hire someone to “curate” your romantic life, including bedroom activities, you have problems. [My Secret Luxury via New York Observer]