Sometimes it’s hard to remember that folks back in olden times (a) had a sense of humor and (b) had dirty minds just as bad as ours. But it’s true. An art restorer at the Louvre was tasked with restoring Nicolas Poussin’s 17th century painting “Hymenaios Disguised as a Woman During an Offering to Priapus,” which shows the god of marriage (Hymenaois) giving a gift to the god of fertility (Priapus). Underneath many layers of paint, she found that … Priapus has an erect penis that’s, well, basically porn-star sized. The restoration team thinks that the peen was probably in the original work and that, years later, another artist covered it up after getting complaints from the Catholic Church. An alternate theory is that, back in the day, artists would paint their subjects nude and then paint clothes on top so as to make them as realistic as possible. Who knows which theory is right, but if you happen to be in Brazil next week, go check out the unveiling of the restored painting at the Museu de Arte de São Paulo. [The Art Newspaper] Keep reading »
Speaking of Ashley Dupre, it looks like there’s a reason the call girl who Eliot Spitzer frequented decided to post a rant about women on her blog today, as opposed to last week or a year ago. Remember how she wanted to be a singer? Looks like she’s drumming up press for her new single, “Inside Out.” And, oh goody, it’s a ballad that kind of reminds me of Vanessa William’s “Save the Best for Last.” Take a listen below. [NY Mag]
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The gloves are off! Ashley Dupre, the high-priced escort who brought down former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer, lashed out at other women in a blog post.
The 24-year-old said women—NYC ladies, especially—are hypocrites who judge her for having been a call girl, but they still date rich men and bleed their boyfriends dry! Dupre’s choicest insults, after the jump… Keep reading »
Body Magic isn’t just a $140 corset/girdle combo that claims it’ll help you “drop 3 sizes in 10 minutes.” Nope, it’s also the newest answer to Avon, promising the (mainly) women who peddle them that they can earn big bucks without the constraints of an office job. Since it’s creation in 1991, Ardyss International, the company that makes Body Magic, has signed on more than 100,000 active distributers to hawk their underwear, nutrition, and skin care products—and the grand majority of their sellers are black and Latina woman. Just as Mary Kay is booming in the recession, Ardyss has seen its business has skyrocket. In the past six month, they claim to have grown 600 percent.
CNN reporter Jessica Ravitz recently headed to an Ardyss convention in Atlanta, which more than 3,000 people attended. “They say money doesn’t grow on trees,” said a speaker. “Well, I’ve got a money tree in my backyard, and Ardyss planted it there!” Keep reading »
If you happened to have read last week’s post about ’80s rapper Roxanne Shante, who used a loophole in her contract with Warner Bros to get them to pay $217K for her PhD from Cornell, your heart was probably warmed. So you better sit down. I’m not quite sure how to say this but, uh, turns out that the story looks like it isn’t actually true. Slate.com dug a little deeper and found out that (a) Warner never had a contract with Roxanne; her contract was with Cold Chillin’ records (b) Roxanne never got a PhD and was not enrolled at Cornell and (c) she isn’t currently licensed to practice psychology in the state of New York as she’d claimed. The site’s reporter tracked down Roxanne, whose real name is Lolita Shanté Gooden. She stuck by her story, saying that she enrolled at Cornell under an alias because of a domestic violence situation and that she’s not sure who exactly paid her student bills. “Hip-hop paid for my education, kept me from going to the streets,” she repeated. But it sure looks like she might have told some fibs here. [Slate] Keep reading »
A Swedish nightclub refused entry to two women because they had visible tattoos. The Swing Inn, which has a policy of turning away people with tattoos, allowed the women to enter on different occasions over the past few years, one of the women said. But on this particular night, they were showing too much ink. “They told us that they don’t let in women with visible tattoos. But if we put on a sweater it would be alright,” Jessica Brotherton said. Here’s what the club manager, Gabrielle Holst, had to say: “We want to have a well-groomed clientele with neat clothing. We think that tattoos look distasteful.” Whoa! I guess the Swing Inn doesn’t cater to celebrities because most of them have at least one tattoo. Rihanna would surely have a difficult time trying to hide all her tattoos. This story brings to mind the debate we had a couple of weeks ago: Are Tattoos On Women (Gasp!) Trashy? Some tattoos are and some aren’t, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to shame anyone for their tattoo. [UPI.com via Fashion Indie] Keep reading »
Ew, this is every woman’s worst nightmare happening in real life: a creepy man dubbed “The Georgetown Cuddler” is going around D.C. college campuses, breaking into dorm rooms, and climbing on top of sleeping women. Last week, a female Georgetown student woke up at 4 a.m. to find a stranger in her home touching her inappropriately, just two days after another student woke up with a man believed to be the Cuddler lying next to her on the couch and covering her face. Apparently, this creep also likes to take a blanket from the victim’s bedroom, lay it on top of her, and then he lies on top of the blanket, too. Oh, and occasionally he tries to rape his victims “with varying success.” The Sexist blog, based in D.C., suggested more appropriate names for this creep could be “The Georgetown Entry-Gainer,” “The Georgetown Blanketlayer” or “The Georgetown Rapist.” Gross. Hopefully, some girl bonks this guy on the head with her vibe so police can catch the perv.
Alas, I know exactly how freaky this is, because the weirdo-in-my-bed thing actually happened to me once. Not with the Georgetown Cuddler, though. More, after the jump… Keep reading »