For those of you who couldn’t stomach the perfection of the Twilight couple onscreen or off, here is a bit of news to brighten up your day: Robert Pattison has left Kristen Stewart. This news comes at the heels of a Us Weekly cover story full of evidence that Stewart was cavorting with the married director of Snow White and the Huntsman, 41-year-old Rupert Sanders. … Continue Reading
Meet Paul Zak — or, as he is being called by certain media outlets, Dr. Love. Dr. Love believes in hugging and that the hormone oxytocin determines morality.
Zak’s original field, it turns out, is economics, a far cry from the hearts and teddy bears we imagine when we consider his nickname. But after taking part in experiments on generosity, Zak stumbled on the importance of trust in interactions, which led him, rather inevitably, to research oxytocin. Oxytocin, you might remember, is a hormone that has been linked previously to bonding — between mothers and children primarily, but also between partners. What Zak has done is take the research a step further, arguing in his recent book, The Moral Molecule, that oxytocin plays a role in determining whether we are good or evil. … Continue Reading
Paolo Bonzini was looking over the code that helps Microsoft play nice with Linux when he discovered that someone at Microsoft had sneaked in a little joke into its code: a hexadecimal string reading 0xB16B00B5 (See it? It says “BIG BOOBS”). … Continue Reading
You might remember John Brennan, the guy who stripped naked in the middle of Portland International Airport in Oregon after federal Transportation Security Agents found his hands had tested positive for nitrates. No? Here’s a recap: he refused walking through one of those odious x-ray machines and got a pat-down instead. A swab for nitrates, a common ingredient in explosives, turned up positive. When Brennan saw the agents gathering his belongings and putting on another set of gloves, he knew he was being taken to a screening room, so he saved everyone the time and stripped naked then and there. … Continue Reading
We realize this article is going to make us the ultimate terrorists of fantasy, but we refuse to let any more of you make asses out of yourselves at strip clubs. Several articles have undertaken the task of explaining why guys feel drawn to the strip club experience: half-naked chicks, unknown half-naked chicks, unknown half-naked chicks who will show interest in you no matter who you are or what you look like, the ability to pick and choose from a variety of unknown half-naked chicks who will show interest in you no matter what you look like. And so on. That’s great. But let’s talk about the strippers. … Continue Reading
That’s right, ladies! Drop ‘em panties — it’s Duke Nukem. But wait, there’s more. He wants to read you a little story. You might have heard of Fifty Shades of Grey? You know you want it. … Continue Reading
Lacey Wildd appeared on Dr. Drew On Call last week to discuss her breasts, which are currently an L-cup, soon to be a triple-M. The segment opens with Dr. Drew announcing, “joining me is Lacey Wildd, a mother who is risking her health and perhaps her family’s well-being to have a record-breaking endowment.” Below Wildd’s name on the marquee, the words “ADDICTED TO PLASTIC SURGERY” flash. Just in case the show’s angle was unclear to anyone. … Continue Reading
Mistresses are under represented in non-fiction for good reason — they’re the home-wreckers, the sluts, the tramps. It’s no easy thing to make readers sympathetic to you when you decide to take a machete to someone else’s family. Mimi Alford proved that keeping the secret for decades before dishing is a good start. Certainly admitting naivete can help endear a sinner to the global jury.
But if Alford’s memoir is a guide offering suggestions on how to do this the right way, Rielle Hunter’s new memoir about her affair with disgraced presidential hopeful John Edwards is the opposite. … Continue Reading
That Steam allows the objectification and sexualization of female characters in a variety of its games but refuses to accept a game about actually engaging with women in a more interactive fashion is astonishingly backward.
That the site doesn’t take measures to protect user content and has shown incompetence or negligence in regard to user privacy, all the while prohibiting victims from warning others about predatory behavior creates an environment where it is nearly impossible for members of the community to take care of themselves and one another. By enabling FetLife to continue espousing a code of silence, allowing the spinning self-created security issues as “attacks,” and not pointing out how disingenuous FetLife statements about safety are, we are allowing our community to become a breeding ground for exploitation.
Should people who benefit (parents, siblings, children, roommates!) from the earnings of “commercial sex acts” (any sexual conduct connected to the giving or receiving of something of value) be charged with human trafficking? Should someone who creates obscene material that is deemed “deviant” be charged as with human trafficking? Should someone who profits from obscene materials be charged with human trafficking? Should people transporting obscene materials be charged with human trafficking? Should a person who engages in sex with someone claiming to be above the age of consent or furnishing a fake ID to this effect be charged with human trafficking? What if I told you the sentences for that kind of conviction were eight, 14 or 20 years in prison, a fine not to exceed $500,000, and life as a registered sex offender?
If you are a woman, you might be given a chance to prove yourself in this community. Since there is no standard definition of what a “geek” is and it will vary from one judge to the next anyway, chances of failing are high (cake and grief counseling will be available after the conclusion of the test!). If you somehow manage to succeed, you’ll be tested again and again by anyone who encounters you until you manage to establish yourself like, say, Felicia Day. But even then, you’ll be questioned. As a woman, your whole existence within the geek community will be nothing but a series of tests — if you’re lucky. If you aren’t lucky, you’ll be harassed and threatened and those within the culture will tacitly agree that you deserve it.
Zak’s original field, it turns out, is economics, a far cry from the hearts and teddy bears we imagine when we consider his nickname. But after performing experiments on generosity, Zak stumbled on the importance of trust in interactions, which led him, rather inevitably, to research about oxytocin. Oxytocin, you might remember, is a hormone that has been linked previously to bonding — between mothers and children primarily, but also between partners. What Zak has done is take the research a step further, arguing in his recent book, The Moral Molecule, that oxytocin plays a role in determining whether we are good or evil.
Let’s talk about the strippers. Whether they like to be half-naked or not, whether they enjoy turning you on or not, there’s one thing they all have in common: they’re working. Whether you think that taking one’s clothes off for money is a great choice of career is really beside the point (is it a possibility for you to make $500 per hour at your job without a law degree? Just asking). These women are providing fantasy, yes, but that is their job. And as a patron of the establishment where they work, you need to treat them like you would anyone else who provides a service to you.
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