The Pegged BF: Now With Relaxed Fit

You know, I used to think of the Gap as the fussy, conservative Aunt or Uncle of the retail world until I saw this. Of all the corporate giants to endorse pegging, I never thought they'd be the first.

Well, done, Gap. Well done.

Via The Consumerist

Beyond Human: The Sexy Robot Edition

Looks like Rhianna got those hunky robots a little too excited with her not so subtle song stylings!

Impromptu poll:

Robot Bukkake-Hotttt? Society is not ready? Yawn?

Let a girl know, ya'll.

Seriously though, do you have any thoughts about this fairly tongue and cheek approach to the money shot? Maybe Rhianna is a fan of a little squirt in the face? Should I lay off on a critique lest it lead to moral panic? Is what goes on between a horny robot and his consenting lady friend on the privacy of their own stage really my concern?

Here's the full performance for the curious:

Oh, the places you'll go and the things you'll come to know: the internet edition

If the personal is political, and everyday the internet is inundated with up to the minute personal info and stories about complete strangers, the good old world wide web must be a pretty politically charged space, non?

Yes, yes, I believe it is. But what kind of politics are these stories espousing? Well, darlin', that seems to be up to the army of bloggers out there staking their claims in the latest overshare scandals.

First up: Two teachers in Manitoba are suspended from work after students film them engaging in a pretty convincing lap dance, complete with pantomimed cunnilingus, during a good, old, wholesome pep rally. One is dressed as a teacher and the other is dressed as a football player. A pretty staid role playing/gender bending exercise in the bedroom--but is it too hot for homeroom?



Next: A young woman gets her lady bits VAGAZZLED and takes a few quick snaps for the folks at home. I guess cunt aesthetics are a matter of taste and personal choice, but I'm still wondering whether this kind of bling might interfere with my DDHRR or desired daily head receiving rate. I mean, what's a girl to do? Of course, Jezebel weighs in, and asks a few dudes what they think of the trend while completely overlooking the opinions of partners of non-heterosexual women. Tsk, tsk, ladies.


Finally, last but certainly not least, an American woman who calls herself AngieAnti-Theist live tweets her abortion. Check out the vid of her below and read more on the awesome Atomic Sex blog.

I'll Make some coffee, put on some eyeliner...

I'll watch this Jon Lajoie video and give my feminist funny bone a little boost in spite of myself...



Have you ever seen something as problematic and objectifying as rap lyrics satirized into complete submission so darn quickly?

I guess it's the simple pleasures that'll help get this feminist through hump day.

Post title inspired by Le Tigre's Much Finer

No Clue? Try, No Homo

Check out this hilarious and incredibly astute discussion of the ludicrous use of the phrase "no homo" in recent rap songs. I could explain more but the clip goes everywhere I can think of, with of course, some of the MCs going even further. Enjoy!

Misogyny 101

The National Post's editorial board has written a nice little rant on the tyranny of women's studies programs and the policies they produce. It's good to know we're so effective, hm? Cleverly, in arguing against women's studies programs, they prove why they're still needed. Very sly NP, very sly.

Link here.

A Pump Like Never Before

Um...just when I thought there couldn't be anything more ridiculous than the Kush, the infomercial gods are at it again with the shake weight.

Wouldn't you sell more if you just used the shake weight's real name? Aka, the handjobitron?

Jeezus. Just look at those three dudes' ripply, hairless chests and strained faces. I wonder what they could be thinking.

Actually, this really reminds me of old "gym workout" videos that used to be sold to gay men through the mail in the 1950s.

An Endless Facial

Is gonna require a whole lotta tissues.

For those of you who like a little teeth

Is this taking the recent vampire revival to a whole new level, or what? Ever thirsting (sorry) to exploit the latest craze, this fleshlight in a soda can (wtf) is purported to really get your blood pumpin'. Just whip it out and soon your Eric Northman fantasies will be that much more vivid-or so they promise:

Polish up your stake and drive it into this soft, vampire mouth for an orgasm that will wake the living dead. Packing the same punch as the original Fleshjacks but housed in a compact soda can and featuring the exclusive Vampire Fang inner canal texture not found on any other Fleshjack product.

"An orgasm that could wake the living dead" - Sounds like the Dead Dolls will be getting a lot more bookings in the months to come.

Complete with a smutty photo gallery of some lucky dude getting his ahem, "stake polished," as well as a sexy video (which, sadly, I could not embed), the Count Cockula website is a must see.


Promise me you'll check it out, if only so you can come back and explain to me the connection between "a cum shooting experience so terrifying" and a soda can. Again, wtf.

Alcohol: Women's Favourite Aphrodisiac?

An article in this week's BUST Newsletter, mulls over the "facts."

'Cause "women" is clearly a homogenous category and no one's ever seen Don Draper throw back a few before engaging in some car crashing infidelity.

Watch out ladies who've slept with more than 8 men-you're a slut.

Also, all women are heterosexual.

A Little Too-Literal interpretation, Anyone?

Wow.



I'm guessing whoever built this is either the most naive person ever, or living happily knowing they pulled one of the weirdest pranks of the 20th century.

Um...

I can't decide whether this is simply a useless invention intended to separate (no pun intended) women from their earnings $55 at a time, or really just some dude's titty fucking fantasy gone terribly awry.

Either way, I'm pretty sure this type of strangely objectifying material deserves its own category on the blog, which I am now christening dah...dah...dah...dah: The Kush Factor.