Here’s something we didn’t expect: a pro-abstinence Nicki Minaj parody called “Super Grace”! It’s based on “Super Bass” and the Bible, and Jesus Christ himself gets thanked in the comments. Future civilizations will no doubt pour over lyrics like “He’s waiting for the band / He’ll just hold my hand … I want to be a wife but I must wait / oh no no no no / I have to wait / Christian boys got my heartbeat running away” wondering what they mean.
While “Super Grace” is certainly better than any youth group project I ever did, I almost hate telling these youngsters — whoopsies! — abstinence-only sex ed doesn’t actually work. [Popdust
First Judd Apatow produced “Bridesmaids,” a decidedly girly movie co-written by Kristen Wiig. And now, it looks like others are interested in taking the Apatowian sense of humor—gross-out comedy, adults in arrested adolescence—and transplant it to an unexpected demographic. And thus, we have “The Waiting Game,” a pro-abstinence flick for the Christian set. In other words, it’s a “sexless comedy about sex.” The flick will star Candace Cameron and it even has a cameo by Ted Haggard, the pastor of the New Life Church in Colorado who was brought down after it was revealed he paid a gay masseuse for sex. Keep reading »
Forget about comprehensive sex ed. The best way to keep girls off “16 & Pregnant” is with pro-abstinence panties and T-shirts bearing slogans like “Zip It,” “Not Tonight” and “Dream On” sold on a site called What Would Your Mother Do?. According to WWYMD:
We created a line of underwear to use as conversation starters to help reinforce family morals as they relate to relationships and dating. One part Victorian, three parts frisky, these adorable undies put new meaning to saying it loud and proud.”
At last someone has realized that the first thing teen boys do after taking off a girl’s pants is read the slogan on her underwear. [What Would Your Mother Do? via Ms. Magazine] Keep reading »
I grew up in a small town. It was in the “heartland”– the middle of the country, yet everyone had twangy Southern accents. The town didn’t have much money or restaurants or people. But we did have churches. Churches in pole-barns, churches whose congregations were made up of only one family, churches in the hills with members who spoke in tongues and fancy churches with stained glass that told you to vote for George Bush.
All through my youth, I probably would have said I was a Christian. It was just the default. My parents did take me to church when I was little, I grabbed from the tin of sugar-cookies and drank dixie cups of watery Kool-Aid, but I had somehow remained a bit feral. Keep reading »