gynecological twin.

September 3, 2008 at 9:36 am

In reference to this heeelarious bit from The Daily Show, my chatbox status lately has been “vagina dentata american,” with the attendant avatar being a rather convincing image of the same (NSFW).

As expected, the only reaction I’ve gotten so far has been “Eesh” and “Oof” from chat buddies of the male gender.  “I don’t like that very much,” said one, and “Vagina dentata is NEVER funny if you have a penis. Trust me on this,” from another. This is so interesting to me. OBVIOUSLY it’s a myth, folklore, legend, what have you. So what is it about the concept that frightens men so much? Are they that attached (wokka) to their penises that any mention of harm sends them running? Is it honestly a fear of castration (read: threat to their masculinity)? I can’t think of an analogous situation for women, but if you can, please share. I just don’t understand why it’s such a sore (again, wokka) subject.

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ph*cker.

August 18, 2008 at 12:04 pm

Dooce’s post today is about “The List,” the 5-10 famous persons your sigother gives you a pass on screwing if you were ever to have the opportunity.  My friends Arturo and Lesley both have lists that they have maintained and shared (and the fact that Arturo recently removed Racheal Ray from the list to make room for PJ Harvey perfectly sums up the dichotomy that is his personality), but outside of that it’s not really something I’ve spent a lot time thinking about or adhering to for myself.

I know in the past Jake Gyllenhaal and Ron Livingston were on my list, but Ronnie’s gotten puffy recently, and I just can’t get past Jake’s whiny boy-voice.  It’s a funny thing to think about (kind of like a grown-up version of MASH), so I tried to come up with a revised version of the list this morning, but I’m not having much luck.  Christian Bale and Michael Phelps for sure (I’m totally joining Dooce on that Olympic bandwagon; there’s something about that wingspan, man), but other than that I’m drawing a blank.  Mr. Bale obviously satisifies the exotic, brooding, intelligent requirements (have you heard the man speak in his native accent?), whereas Phelps has the hot bod, but he can’t articulate to save his life and from the neck up he’s a total goofball.  I do love me a goofball, though.

Okay, I think I came up with five.  In a very particular order:

1. Christian Bale

2. Ryan Gosling

3. Clive Owen

4. Mark Ruffalo

5.  Michael Phelps

Surprisingly enough, there are no musicians on that list.  I can’t really place why that is, but perhaps it’s because I listen to music that I like, not shit that I can get all fangirl over because the lead singer is mass totes hot yet the band makes music that only a 14-year old girl could love.

But that’s a topic for another post.

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i prefer the word "hung."

January 4, 2007 at 10:15 am

This roundup may be even sadder than the actual public execution. Yeah, it totally is.

I had serious issues in the days leading up to Saddam’s hanging, and when it actually happened I felt hollow. I’m not feeling inspired to launch into a diatribe about the death penalty, but Americablog has myriad posts about the entire ordeal that I’m inclined to agree with.

On another note, all the talk about hanging made me think of this story by Anaïs Nin. Little Birds was my first foray into erotic fiction (save one or two romance novels when I was a wee lass) and that story is the only one I remember from the collection. In researching the link, I read the entire thing again, and I actually didn’t remember the first part of it. The ravishment in the public square is the only imprint left on my brain.

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