Fox Searchlight knows what they can get away with in the U.S. — not much — but when it comes to marketing their movie “Shame” abroad, they wanted to push the envelope. Now, they didn’t dare put Michael Fassbender’s exposed cock on the Hungarian promotional poster, but they sure as s**t tried to get away with using his semen. What a cool, edgy font. I wonder if I can download it somewhere? Anyway, sadly, the Hungarians were not too fond of the poster and it was banned — but not before being uploaded to the internet and convincing me I need to see the film ASAP. Nice work, Fox Searchlight! [Anomalous Material]
Let’s take a look at some other movie posters that were banned for being too sexy and provocative.
Our favorite part of Newt Gingrich’s platform was his promise to build an American moon colony. “Imagine weightlessness and its effects” he said of the benefit of the space honeymoons, which he believes will be all the rage in a few short years. We’re not really seeing romantic space getaways catching on anytime soon. Zero-gravity sex sounds like a disaster to us. Our reasons after the jump. Keep reading »
Ladyparts are oh-so-problematic. They smell. They’re hairy. And when you wear super-tight clothing, they don’t automatically invert inside your body like an oyster to prevent camel toe. Can’t a girl give herself a yeast infection in peace? Luckily, the marketplace has generously stepped in to “help” us “solve” this beguiling conundrum. We just heard about the Smooth Groove, an invention out of Britain that looks like a snazzy, black-and-white athletic cup. Smooth Groove’s website claims, without attribution, “A staggering 55 percent of women, irrespective of age size or weight experience camel toe at some point.” Um, really? Who is conducting those surveys?! No one has ever asked me about my camel toe. [Smooth Groove]
Let’s check out some more camel toe prevention products for those who like their dignity intact, as well as their leggings extra-snug.
Anytime you start getting embarrassed by America’s gator hunters and four-year-old GoGo Juice guzzlers, it can be helpful to see what the folks are up to in southern Italy. Italy is, of course, the country until recently run by prostitute-hiring Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, a television magnate who was loved/reviled for appointing showgirls to political positions. So it should surprise no one that two pole-dancing porn stars are facing off in a mayoral race in Taranto, Italy, a town located on the heel of Italy’s “boot.”
Let’s take a closer look at Amandha Fox and Luana Borgia … no, not that kind of look. Keep reading »
I rolled out of bed to pee. I shuffled past the roaring wood stove, into my snow boots and towards our one and only bathroom—the outdoors. After leaving New York City, my fiancé and I moved to Montana and built a traditional yurt from scratch. It was a bitch of a task, but the outcome was a nomadic home surrounded by five mountain ranges. And this was our inaugural night of official yurt slumber. Yanking the door open, I stepped into what felt like a meat locker: pitch dark, minus 20 degrees, tree shadows, the hush of night. Bare-assed, bare everywhere, I squatted in the snow.
Letting my eyes adjust, I dripped dry. Wind blew itself in from somewhere—first small wisps, then full-blown gusts. It whipped around me, moving between my legs and up my back, alerting every pore, shivering my elbows and loosing my hair to a wild mess. As the wind continued, my whole self began to vibrate. Whoa. I clutched myself, trying to not fall backwards.
I felt aroused. Keep reading »