I don’t fully understand why these ads are “sexist” or “offensive,” as per the women’s health blog Blisstree. The Brazilian gym Vila Olimpica ads show big, muscular men standing behind women, their ripped arms doing things like opening jars and bottles of wine. But I didn’t read this as “the iddy-bitty-widdle-lady can’t open a jar of olives,” because the female model actually looks rather fit and toned herself. I read it more as a joke: the lady needs gorilla arms to open these relatively easy products, but those kind of muscles are more of a female body builder thing, so there’s a big dude standing behind her doing it.
It’s a obtuse, sure, but I’d say it’s visually clever. What do you think, Frisky readers? Maybe I’m losing my edge? [BlissTree]
Everybody thinks that cannibals just eat human meat straight up. But not so in the case of Brazilian cannibal trio Jorge Beltrao Negromontem, Elizabeth Pires da Silveira, and Bruna da Silva, who put their cannibal culinary skills to the test by turning their human sacrifices into pastries. The three, who were arrested last week in the Brazilian town of Guaranhuns, allegedly attracted their victims by offering them well-paying babysitting jobs. They then murdered their three victims after “a spirit warned them they were bad people.”
The whole cannibalism thing was apparently a way for the trio to “purify their souls.” Buuuuuuuut they may have also used their victims’ bodies to make some extra money by using their “meat” to make empanadas that they sold around their neighborhood. Gross and horrific. [Telegraph UK]
This week, Brazil got its first female president, Dilma Rousseff, who was formerly the energy secretary and chief of staff to President Luiz Inácio da Silva. Taking 56 percent of the vote, Rousseff said, “I hope the fathers and mothers of little girls will look at them and say, ‘Yes, women can.’” It seems trite to be all “girl power!” about this, but I get kind of giddy when a lady is elected into a country’s highest office. A handful of South American governments are being run by women now, and there are women in top political offices around the world. We’ve rounded up some of them up after the jump. [Newser] Keep reading »
When hookers in Brazil want to protest discrimination, they take to the seams. According to the Sydney Morning Herald, prostitutes in Rio de Janeiro walked the runway as models for Gabriela Leite’s Daspu label (“daspu” comes from the slang term “das putas” or “the whores”). The former prostitute started the label four years ago “as a way for prostitutes to gain regular income while also fighting preconceptions of people affected with AIDS.”
“Daspu gets rid of prejudice,” says Leite. “It opens paths for the citizen whore.” Keep reading »
Men’s Health mag surveyed sex positions around the globe. Although, no nasty move is indigenous to one area because we all universally get freaky! Well, here’s what they found rocked people’s worlds in different areas:
India: The Fusion
When I think of fusion, either nuclear or pan-Asian flare comes to mind. But this is a dish best served hot. He leans back, you sit on top, facing him, and lean back too. Make sure you bend your knees and pump away with a full view of all the crotch action!
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Lucia Lorio, a luxury lingerie designer, has created a “Find Me If You Can” bra and panties set that comes with its own GPS tracking system. On the side of the sheer white bodice, a black device has been stitched into the hem — ostensibly so your lover knows where you are. Needless to say, many are calling the set made for stalking a “modern day chastity belt.” However, Lorio defends her product: “In London, New York, Rio de Janeiro — wherever there is danger, the underwear may prove to be a lifesaver.” Ironically, it looks like the lingerie equivalent of the GPS ankle bracelet that sex offenders on parole have to wear. Lorio’s selling her high-tech undergarment system for a grand a piece, plus the monthly monitoring fee. It seems like a rip off for something that’s supposed to get ripped off you, and it’s creepy to think about someone trying to keep tabs on your location, especially by tracking your underpants. Consider yourself warned, ladies. It’s all fun and games getting followed via your lingerie — until you realize you’re living in 1984, and Big Brother’s in your underwear drawer. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »