Did you need something new to worry about today? No problem, I can help you out with that. According to the C.D.C., a new strain of gonorrhea — aka “The Crap” — identified in a woman in Japan and two men in Norway, appears to be resistant to treatment. While no cases of the new gonorrhea “superbug” have been reported in the U.S., officials are concerned about the “very complex bacteria which has a pretty amazing ability to mutate and for people to develop resistances to antibiotics.” In fact, that crafty bug has already mutated three times since the 1940s. And not to get you worried or anything (well maybe just a little bit), but we are currently using the last known treatment for the STD. So what does that mean considering that more than 700,000 people in the U.S. contract the clap every year? Outlook not so good if supergonorrhea starts spreading. So yeah, you already knew this, but, um … SAFE SEX. [NY Times] Keep reading »
My mother and many of her second-wave feminist peers view pornography as an institutional ill that is degrading to women and damaging to developing sexuality. She believes that the camera-ready angles, waxed and plastic body parts and pervasive depiction of extreme acts as “normal” distort human sexuality and give young porn-viewers a whole bunch of false and dangerous expectations.
My mom is a smart lady, and she’s not wrong. While I agree that some porn (okay, most of it) fits the bill she describes as damaging, I don’t find the filming and viewing of sex acts as objectively offensive. In other words, I think that porn is not inherently problematic, but its content often includes problematic ideas and attitudes. I also believe when viewed as entertainment, porn can be a positive element in the repertoire of adult sexuality, Keep reading »
Consider all of your curiosities about Sean Connery’s derriere satisfied. Before he was the dapper James Bond, Sean stripped down to his skivvies for art students when he needed extra cash. A painting of Sir Connery posing in a thong will be featured at an exhibit in Scotland’s Halliwell’s House Museum. The painting was discovered by relatives of the artist Rab Webster who passed away last year. Not bad at all. [BBC] Keep reading »
Allow me to describe last night’s episode of “The Bachelorette” in one word: CRINGE. Now, this is nothing new, as “The Bachelorette” is always chock full of cringe-worthy moments. But last night’s episode took the cringe to whole new levels of secondhand shame. From the most psychotic date in all of “Bachelorette/Bachelorette” history to the epic diss handed down to one of the bachelors — spoilers ahead! — here are the good, bad and WTF moments from last night’s episode of “The Bachelorette,” as Ashley narrowed down the field from six to four. Keep reading »
There’s this (amazing) song on the soundtrack to the (terrible) movie “The Romantics” called “We Can’t Be Friends” by Lenore Scafaria. My favorite lyrics go:
“I want to wear a skirt, I want to make mistakes,
I want to kill you first and then take your name,
I want to tear you apart, I want to make your bed,
I wanna break your heart, I want to break your head,
I guess this means we can’t be friends.”
In the days, weeks and months following a big breakup, I listened to this song on repeat. Every word of it spoke to me (especially the part about breaking his head). We’d said to each other on our first date, moony-eyed, that even if this didn’t grow into anything, we should still be friends.
Two years later, it couldn’t be more obvious that we could not be friends. My friends don’t sneak around behind my back. My friends don’t email me lists of the things they don’t like about me. My friends don’t threaten to throw out my stuff. There’s a hell of a lot of things my ex-boyfriend did that I wouldn’t stand for if one of my girl or guy friends were to do them. Why should I make concessions for acting like a d**k just because we had been in a romantic relationship together? What would that prove?
This cropped up again recently when a guy I’d been going on dates with for about a month ended it with me. Hormones, as I’ll call him, said he didn’t have strong enough romantic feelings or see long-term potential for us. Yadda yadda yadda. That is fine. I understand. I appreciate that he was honest about it. But then Hormones told me that he hoped we could be friends. Keep reading »
Artist Julian Schnabel—the dude behind both “Before Night Falls” and “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly”—is one of my favorite directors for making beautiful, tough, touching stories with artistic flare. His newest one, “Miral,” didn’t make a huge splash at the box office, but is very worthy of a viewing and it’s out out on DVD today. In it, Freida Pinto plays Miral, a Palestinian girl who is brought up in an safe house in Jerusalam and, as she ventures outside at age 17, finds herself drawn toward intifada.