Non-theater geeks, gather ’round ye all and let me school you in the art of radical street theater. Really, there’s not much schooling to be done; the former actor in me wanted to write a pretentious sentence. But…street theater! It’s when performers take their acting to the street and engage real, unsuspecting onlookers as their audience. This is what members of the Nomadic Academy of Fools, a UK theater troupe, were doing when they hit Glastonbury High Street in a penis and vagina costume respectively to promote their forthcoming play.
“We’re trying to highlight the contradiction in society,” said Joanne Tremarco, the woman dressed as a vagina.
Um, obviously. I got it right away.But some non-theater loving fool, did not understand the message. He took offense to the walking, talking genitals and began to attack Chris Murray, the man dressed as a penis. Keep reading »
This week Tori Spelling tweeted: “O-M-G … My husband @Deanracer just surprised me w/ hottest ‘Tori’ tattoo in an unbelievably intimate spot I’m blown away!”
Of course, she didn’t show us a picture of this intimate tattoo, but based on the other bad “Tori” tattoo on his elbow, we can only guess that Dean got her beloved pet chicken Coco inked on his taint. I’m sure we’ll see a Twitpic or Vine video of it soon enough … whether we want to or not.
Here are some more celebs who got intimate tattoos. [US Weekly]
Starbucks’ baristas getting customers’ names wrong is the stuff of legends — and “Saturday Night Live” skits.
As a “Julie” I’m pretty much guaranteed to get a cup with “Judy” scrawled across it, but fuck it, I’ll live. Amelia’s gotten Amoeba. Ami’s gotten Emmy. The name Virginia, though, is apparently a bit trickier. Earlier this week, a woman named Virginia visited a Starbucks in Hong Kong and got a cup with “Vagina” scrawled across it. The woman’s sister was angered by the is-this-my-sister’s-name-or-my-genitals Starbucks experience, and posted a note on the store’s Facebook page. Keep reading »
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away … OK, it was last year in The Frisky office … I was going to get my first-ever (and last-ever) Brazilian bikini wax. I was curious, but also terrified. Pain and I are not friends. So I asked Amelia, my boss and friend and person who had made an appointment at the waxing spa at the exact same time as me so we could go together, if she would stay in the room with me and hold my hand. And you know what she said?
Fast forward to last week when, for some reason, Amelia was talking about a friend she once had who wouldn’t let her borrow her compact to check whether she had a tampon stuck inside her. She asked if we’d let her borrow the compact in such a situation. As a noted germaphobe, I said, “Um, no?” Cue hellfire and brimstone raining down upon me.
It’s clear to me now that when there are friends (and bosses) and vaginas, there are complex and varying levels of closeness. Let’s unpack them, after the jump: Keep reading »
I don’t what Amanda Bynes has in mind for Drake to do to her vagina. But in my world, vagina killers are a bad thing. #novaginakillers [DListed]
So, I use a lot of Google Alerts to constantly refresh me with story ideas here at The Frisky. One of those Google Alerts is for the word “vagina.” I write about ladybusiness, so you would think the word “vagina” would come up a lot, right? Not true. It’s mostly news stories about the Eve Ensler play “The Vagina Monologues” or random people writing into Yahoo messages boards asking questions about why their/their partner’s vagina smells like it does.
But occasionally, occasionally, there will be some stories in my “vagina” Google Alert that make me at once giggle and despair for humanity. You see, people put a lot of things up there. Things that don’t belong in the vagina. After the jump, a couple of questionable decisions people across America made this week:
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I’m not sure when or in what context I first realized that I have long labia. Maybe it was that teasing comment from an ex boyfriend, oh, seven years ago. Maybe it occurred to me at some point when I was watching porn and noticed that mine looked different. Maybe it was in the shower, as I haphazardly shaved my pubes into just a tuft. It was absolutely before I got my first completely bare wax, though having a hand mirror suddenly placed between my legs — so I could inspect the results — certainly made the point hit home. It was definitely in the last 10 years, though I’ve only made it a part of my self-deprecating comedy routine in the last five. Hey, if you’ve got long labia, you might as well joke about it.
But to be honest, and maybe this isn’t a surprise, I’m actually kind of insecure about it. I want to feel good about the way I look and, for the most part, I do, in part because there is plenty of outside messaging that tells me my straight teeth, slender physique, clear skin, etc. is considered conventionally attractive. (I’m not saying you need to be/have these things to be “attractive,” just that these are the qualities we’re told since birth are attractive and can inform how we view ourselves. And being told you’re attractive is also not necessary to being/feeling attractive. I digress.) But the messages being sent about what makes for a pretty vulva are less obvious; with the exception of hair removal trends, there aren’t three-page articles in lady magazines touting how to make your vagina/vulva* look its best or hide its flaws. And yet I’ve always felt distinctly aware that my long labia were not an asset. Keep reading »
“[Gold Trans Am] began as a song about my car, which is a gold Trans Am, and it works about 40 per cent of the time. I don’t have another car because I love that one so much. But then like all great pop it became a metaphor for something else – my pu**y. But my vagina is in tip top working order. Valeted and souped-up and working 100 per cent of the time … [My mom and I] write songs about boys and sex together. That may not be normal to the average psychiatrist out there but I think it’s pretty cool … Don’t analyze.”
– The pee drinking, ghost sex having Ke$ha overshares again in Q Magazine. How does one soup up a vagina? Just out of curiosity. [The Sun UK]
Was anyone else really competitive about hitting puberty? When the other girls in my 6th grade class started wearing bras, I begged my mom to buy me one even though I had nothin’ but beestings. And when I was one of the first to get my period, I felt like the Queen of some really cool club. And pubic hair? You’d better believe my best friend and I compared our down there hair growth when we were supposed to be doing homework. Ahh, how clearly we understood the significance — pubic hair was among the first signs that we were becoming women. But how little we knew about its potential to be high maintenance. In the years since I got my first little thatch, pubic hair grooming has become a major industry. You can let it grow wild, you can trim it, you can shave it, you can wax it, hell, you can slap a bedazzled bird on it. In fact, how you groom your pubes says a lot about you*, like… Keep reading »