And you thought the Bagel Heads were weird! Australian performance artist, Stelios Arcadious, grew a real ear with his own stem cells and then had it implanted into his arm to use as a “remote listening device,” explaining: “someone in Venice could listen to what my ear is hearing in Melbourne.” As if cell phone companies weren’t already hurting enough in this economy! [via Flavorwire] Keep reading »
The Sexist has taken the time to put together “The 10 Worst Sexy Halloween Costumes,” and, my god, they are awful. Pictured: the Down for the Count costume for vampire fanatics and those who have forever dreamed of spending a Halloween wandering around dressed as Dracula with a blowup doll performing oral sex on them. I’m sure any dude would be the life of the party in that grand getup. And it’s only $59.99! Check out the rest of The Sexist’s scary sexy costumes for the Spaghetti Penis costume, Camille Toe, and Finding Sexy Nemo. Keep reading »
There are special people out there in America who want to fill a parental void but don’t actually want any children. Instead of adopting a traditional pet like a dog, cat, or goldfish, these people spend as much as $5,000 to adopt a monkey, often a capuchin monkey that can grow up to 22 inches and 9 pounds. The monkeys are basically toddlers that will never grow up. An estimated 15,000 monkeys live as surrogate children within American families. TLC is currently featuring some of these families on “My Baby Monkey,” which originally aired in Britain. (You can watch videos here.)
Many of the “parents” were empty nesters before adopting their monkeys, or they had experienced troubling childhoods and didn’t want children of their own. Now, these people don’t treat their monkey children, which are sometimes referred to as monkids, like pets. Instead, the monkeys are allowed to eat at the dinner table, wear makeup and designer clothes, have their own decorated bedrooms, and get transported around in baby carriages. Keep reading »
Ah, Double X. Welcome to the world of “alternative motherhood.” This week, Marie Myung-Ok Lee delivers an update on why she gives her nine-year-old son pot. Yes, nine. Yes, pot. Why? Well, he’s autistic and allergic. According to her, the marijuana helps him function. The pot is delivered daily by way of cannabis tea and pot cookies. (Oh, a tea party! How fun!) Four months since the start of this “experiment” in getting her kid stoned, Lee’s son, whom she refers to as “Cannabis J.,” has stopped eating his clothes and is significantly less prone to acting out aggressively in school; although, she says, his autism has “become more distinct.” Her conclusion?
“I don’t consider marijuana a miracle cure for autism. But as an amateur herbalist, I do consider it a wonderful, safe botanical that allows J. to participate more fully in life without the dangers and sometimes permanent side effects of pharmaceutical drugs; now that we have a good dose and a good strain.”
Great, I think, reading those words. Congrats on finding a good “dose” for your son. On the other hand, pot is … natural. What do you think? Mothers Gone Wild or Mother Nature’s Treatment? [Double X] Keep reading »
You’ve probably heard of love dolls for men. But what about women? Artist Laura Zuspan spent a month living in an RV with a man-sized doll. For A Little Pocket Utopia/Life’s A Mess, Zuspan tackled the subject of relationships by sharing a dilapidated, solar-powered Airstream trailer with a “six-foot man/rag doll.” The project was born out of her anger over global warming and climate change; “I wanted to create a project where the idea of sustaining human life — procreating — is questionable when we’re a greedy enough species to destroy the environment that we rely on for everything,” she explains. Zuspan and her mother worked together on the giant man-doll, which has LED eyes and is called Dolly, to “make the perfect man for me.” Dolly has a penny whistle for a penis, “so we can engage in lyrical fellatio.” So far, they haven’t procreated. [Viceland] Keep reading »
Warning: by the time you finish reading this post, you may want to become a vegetarian. Or at least swear off hamburgers. On the front page of Sunday’s New York Times, there was a terrifying story about Stephanie Smith, a 22-year-old dance instructor who ate a hamburger her mom made her back in 2007. The next day she got sick, and thought it was a run-of-the mill stomach virus. Until she started having seizures, and convulsions so strong that doctors thought the best option was to induce a coma. Smith got E. coli and is now paralyzed from the waist down. “I ask myself every day, ‘Why me?’ and ‘Why from a hamburger?’” she said in one of the most heartbreaking statements ever. According to this article, hamburger meat is pretty darn vulnerable to contamination because it’s made of a whole lot of parts of cows ground together. A single burger patty can contain slaughterhouse scraps from, say, Nebraska, Texas, Uruguay, and South Dakota. And the government doesn’t test for E. coli—companies are required to do that on their own. Let’s just say that many don’t. Makes a barbecue sound a bit less appealing, no? While cases like this are rare, does this freak you out? [NY Times] Keep reading »
Boo to anyone who, like myself, totally mooches wireless from their neighbors. Scientists at Tokyo University have created a paint that will block wi-fi signals, thanks to aluminum-iron oxide particles which resonate at the same frequency. In other words, if your neighbor uses the paint, your little “arrangement” is dunzo. In better news: you can use it for yourself and you won’t have to worry about security breaches from the internet whiz down the hall. Cool new invention or disaster? [Tech Yahoo] Keep reading »
Yesterday, while watching football, I made a snarky comment about an announcer’s flamboyant shirt-tie combination only to learn he was wearing the baby pink striped tie in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Really?
I was completely floored when I found out the entire NFL is very involved in raising awareness for a disease that rarely affects men. The league even has a campaign, “The Crucial Catch,” advocating annual screenings, especially for women over 40. Throughout October, players, coaches, and referees can choose to wear pink game apparel — from shoes and sweatbands to mouth guards and chin straps — which will be auctioned off, with the money going to the American Cancer Society and team charities. Plus, all players’ helmets have been outfitted with a pink ribbon decal, and fields have been painted with pink ribbon stencils. Keep reading »