Upon first glance, you might mistake this sculpture for a naked man trying to foist unwanted physical contact upon an unsuspecting woman. It could be a trigger for anyone who has experienced sexual assault, but it’s art. The realistic statue, entitled Sleepwalker, is part of an exhibit featuring sculptor Tony Matelli at Wellesley College’s Davis Museum. And since it’s February 3rd installation, it’s been creeping the students at the all-woman’s college the hell out. One of the college’s students, Zoe Magid, even started a Change.org petition to get the Sleepwalker removed from the campus center. Lauren Walsh, the student who penned the petition writes:
“[T]his highly lifelike sculpture has, within just a few hours of its outdoor installation, become a source of apprehension, fear, and triggering thoughts regarding sexual assault for many members of our campus community. While it may appear humorous, or thought-provoking to some, it has already become a source of undue stress for many Wellesley College students, the majority of whom live, study, and work in this space.”
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I haven’t been excited about a video game since I beat my brother at Tony Hawk: Pro Skater that one time in 1999, but my apathetic video game attitude is about to change, thanks to a brilliant and poetically titled new game: Goat Simulator. Here’s how its creator, game designer Armin Ibrisagic, describes it:
“Goat Simulator is similar to a skating game, except instead of being a skater, you’re a goat, and instead of doing tricks, you wreck stuff and make people angry.”
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You aren’t swallowing tons of spiders while you sleep, so don’t worry.
Occasionally the things that come to elicit the most collective fear start as harmless mistruths and grow into full blown sources of national paranoia. In times like these, we all just need to take a deep breath and stop to consider if we’re being rational. Perhaps FDR’s famous claim that “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself” isn’t quite applicable — we do live in a world with stock market bubbles and car crashes and all sorts of other terrible things. Despite all of this, here are 13 things you shouldn’t actually be scared of on Huffington Post…
Orgasms. I invented them when I was 12. I was alone in the shower, my bar of Irish Spring was looking really good, I was warm, damp, and feeling adventurous. It was magical and only slightly shameful, the way I insist on all my orgasms being to this very day. Later I found out other people had stolen my idea before I could monetize it, but that’s OK. I’m a giver.
Even later in life, I discovered something most unusual, and that was that not everyone orgasms the same way. Some people use Zest! And yet others eschew a soapy left hand thrust deep in a crack altogether and have discovered bizarre new ways of orgasming that not only don’t involve hands, but don’t even involve genitals. Or, well, not exactly. Check out five crazy things that give people orgasms on Cracked…
“Face-to-cake with myself, it’s one of the most surreal feelings I’ve ever experienced,” writes Jill Foster of the Daily Mail. “Yes, it’s narcissistic, but I can hardly take my eyes off ‘me’. Is this how the Queen feels every time a new portrait is unveiled?”
I didn’t really need to read any further than that. Foster had me at the phrase “face-to-cake with myself.” But naturally, I read on because we’re talking about cake here. Not just cake, cake-alikes, life-sized cake likenesses of human beings. Keep reading »
“The high-five is friendly, fun, and can lift spirits,” said Courtney Allen Curtis, a Missouri State Representative, and that’s why he has put forth a bill to make the high-five Missouri’s official state greeting. “With tensions running high in the Capitol building, the high five might be just what Missouri needs,” said Curtis, who introduced the bill, called HB 1624, earlier this week. “An official state greeting could help to break up the monotony of the day-to-day work and promote a friendlier environment between both sides of the aisle.” The plan might sound a little ridiculous (or a lot ridiculous), but I want to give Curtis a high-five for his unapologetic idealism in the face of complex political strife. Who knows how many massive rifts, political standoffs, and brutal wars throughout history could have been solved with a simple, “up top, buddy!”? [Huffington Post]
I think everyone goes through a phase where they fantasize about changing their name. For instance, when I was four, I was hellbent on becoming Ali Angelowicz, which is absurd considering how similar it is to my actual name. My mom played along and called me Ali for a week and eventually, the novelty wore off and I wanted my old name back.
Sheila Ranea Crabtree, of Licking County, OH (she declined to reveal her age, but she appears to be fully grown), is still hung up on her “ugly” birth name. “I absolutely hate it,” she told The Columbus Dispatch. That’s why, on February 11th, Crabtree will petition a local judge to legally change her name to “Sexy.”
“I wear Victoria’s Secret clothes all the time. I was like, ‘Shoot, I’ll just go for Sexy,’” explained Crabtree.
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Dear John Bitmead, AKA The Guy Who Built An Adult-Sized Version Of The Little Tikes Coupe,
When I was growing up, my youngest brother had a Little Tikes coupe car, and my other brothers and I delighted in having him drive it up to the edge of this small cliff by our driveway, and then pushing him off. He never got seriously hurt, but we thought it was so funny to watch this happy, bright-colored little car careening down a craggy hillside with our tiny brother inside, screaming, “Damn you, Dr. Nebulous (or whatever our villain name was that day)!”
What I’m trying to say is that I’ve always gotten a lot of joy out of Little Tike coupes, so when I found out that you had created an adult-sized version, that runs on gasoline and is totally street legal, well, it made me want to date you and push you off a cliff. Could we arrange something like that, please?
From “The Bachelor” to a dog’s butthole, the likeness of Jesus has appeared to believers in all sorts of crazy places. The Lord must be tired of projecting his image onto Cheetoh’s and Walmart receipts because the latest reported vision is not of Jesus, but of Yeezus. This woman’s photo popped up on Reddit this week. Well, I’ll be damned if her kneecap isn’t the spitting image of Kanye West. [Jezebel]
My mom is an artist — a painter, specifically, though she works with other mediums — and a talented one at that, so whenever I encounter a news story about some artist who is doing seemingly “controversial” or weird conceptual art that I, frankly, think is pretentious bullshit, I like to check in with her for her opinion. Which is what I did this morning, when I saw this article in the Daily Mail about an artist named Millie Brown, who swallows colorfully dyed soy milk and then vomits it onto canvas. You may recognize Brown from her appearance in a Lady Gaga music video, in which she vomits all over the singer’s dress. EDGY! But what does it all mean?
“It’s very much about timing, I find the whole process fascinating and the long meditative fast can be very inspiring. I often set out with an idea of what I’d like to create but I enjoy the uncontrollable element of my work and just go with it. … I feel my work is an expression of raw human nature, that pushes boundaries mentally and physically to create work that has true beauty.”
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