If aliens landed and took stock of pop culture from the past decade, they might conclude that men on Earth are boobie-crazed sex beasts enslaved by their own desires, and that pornography is as essential to a man’s life as air. Two male activists are seriously troubled by the ubiquity of porn in Western men’s lives, the degradation of and violence against women in porn, and how they believe the objectification of women warps men’s minds. Earlier this month, Matt McCormack Evans and Jonathan Wragg started The Anti-Porn Men Project, an online space where they hope to have an educational discussion with other dudes about pornography, separate from the one still burning — albeit faintly — among mostly ’60s- and ’70s-era feminists. Keep reading »
Tomorrow the United States will execute Teresa Lewis, 41, the first woman to be put to death in the last five years, by lethal injection. In 2002, Lewis left the door of her Danville, Virginia, home unlocked so her lover, Matthew Shallenberger, and his companion, Rodney Fuller, could murder her husband and 25-year-old stepson with shotguns she had purchased. Her husband didn’t die immediately after being shot, but Lewis waited 45 minutes before she called the police. Lewis allegedly wanted to kill her family so she could collect life insurance and inheritance; she allegedly offered sex with her 16-year-old daughter if the murderers went through with the killings.
Lewis’ lawyers have claimed that she is borderline mentally retarded, was allegedly addicted to painkillers, and therefore was not an appropriate candidate for the death penalty. Keep reading »
In honor of Dear Diary Day, brave Frisky staffers share their most mortifying diary entries. Share yours in the comments. We promise not to laugh.
This is from Sept. 29, 2006. I was 22 years old, working as a newspaper reporter in Connecticut, and I was in love with a 37-year-old man. He worked at the magazine I had interned at the year before and had become a mentor. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
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In a “creative” new advertising campaign — really, they used the word “creative” — Kentucky Fried Chicken is giving college girls $500 bucks to walk around campus wearing sweat pants that promote their Double Down sandwich across the ass. It’s a bun-less sandwich and the co-ed girls have the words “double down” across their … oh, nevermind, you get it. Shh, let’s not tell them that Victoria’s Secret and just about every college in the country has beat them to this idea!
KFC is pleased to have found so many
broke college kids wannabe billboards willing to be exploited take monetary compensation for being objectified and ogled their time … Keep reading »
In case it was not apparent to you from the pink packaging on the Galaxy S Femme handset and the varied Aveda hand products, Samsung’s latest offering is for women. Why else would it come with an Aveda app that will help you find products to establish your skin care regimen already installed? It’s so helpful when companies market to your gender specifically so you don’t have to think for yourself about what you might like or not. [Engadget] Keep reading »
If there is one thing we like more than an actor with a spanking fetish, it’s one with a cross-dressing and a spanking fetish. Do you have any idea whom this blind item might be referring to?
“This actor who was an Academy Award nominee/winner has been married for quite some time. While on the set of a recent movie he started having an affair with this actress who was a Golden Globe nominee/winner. Nothing really that juicy about the affair except for the fact the couple never had sex. Nope. Turns out our actor just likes to have our actress spank him while he wears some of her clothes.”
The Frisky does not — I repeat, does not — know the answer to this blind item, so don’t ask us. We’re just soliciting your gossipy opinions in the comments! [Crazy Days And Nights] Keep reading »
When did conservative female political candidates who make bombastic statements become so chic? First there was Sarah Palin, then Michele Bachmann, and now Tea Party candidate Christine O’Donnell is the toast of Delaware’s Senate race. For the love of vaginas, Victoria Woodhull, Shirley Chisholm and Geraldine Ferraro did not smash through the glass ceiling so that their successors could clog up the 24/7 news cycle with their anti-sex, anti-woman views.
Frankly, Christine O’Donnell’s declaration on the MTV series “Sex In the ’90s” that masturbation is a sin is all the crazy I need to know to make my assessment about her. But in case you and your lustful heart want to give O’Donnell a chance, here are five things to know about her. And you know you want to know how Mel Gibson is involved. Keep reading »
When I was growing up I had a friend who was as aloof as she was glamorous. She had a way of holding the cutest and most charming boys in her thrall and all the girls wanted her to like them. Whenever she had problems with her romances, her schoolwork, her friends or her family, she was very mysterious about it. Her glass facade never shattered in public and very seldom would she even admit to having problems at all. Some days, random Tuesdays or Thursdays, she wouldn’t be in school, even though she hadn’t looked sick the day before. She would call them her “mental health days.”
She seemed very melodramatic to me, as if this were all just part of her act. But it was also exciting. My mother is a lot like Betty Draper and she would say to me when I was growing up that if I was not bleeding, I was fine. That kind of mothering doesn’t exactly teach someone self-care: if I didn’t want to go to school, I would lock myself in my bedroom and shriek at my mother through the door that I wanted to be left alone. A “mental health day,” on the other hand, sounded so grown-up, like she was taking a “personal day” at the office and we weren’t just a couple of 10th graders. I could imagine my friend calm and collected, attending to her own needs like a cat licking his paws. Maybe it was melodramatic, but it still sounded nice. Keep reading »