I can’t decide between this image that was broadcast on Fox News to illustrate a story about Clinton wanting some Lincoln-Douglas debates with Obama:
I actually wedge mine between my anti-gravity titties, with holster embedded via a quick outpatient surgery.
Help me, Pandagonians—which is funnier?
From Salon, I caught this article complaining about books-by-women-for-women, or more precisely, their covers. The writer Karen Heller is appalled at the dismembered female body parts trend that was really started by chick lit smash books like this one:
I haven’t read this book, making me the last woman in America it seems to have not read it, but I see the appeal of the cover immediately. Who doesn’t want to believe that being “good in bed” is about indulging your appetite for strawberry shortcake? In the real world, women experience sexual striving more as depriving ourselves of the shortcake.
Women’s literature has moved beyond the pale - all matter of pinks from pale to insistent - to dismemberment. These days, publishers are partial to flashing body parts, specifically women’s body parts, often legs and exquisitely shod feet, on book jackets…..
Publishers are also fond of blurry photos featuring the backs of women, often in fluttery summer dresses. No faces, please, we’re women.
This might be the whiniest Day By Day yet.
My remix:
Leave yours in comments—either a link to the image, or just type out your bubbles.
We often use the term Nice Guy® around these here feminist blogs to describe guys who are angry at women, at least the ones they will admit are women because they are the only ones they find sexually attractive, who refrain from giving out sex despite the fact that said Nice Guys® feel they’ve put in the requisite work of putting forth kind behavior, whether phony or at least somewhat sincere. Every single time the phrase is used, some guys—some actually nice but naive, most that eventually show they are Nice Guys®—throw a fit and demand an explanation for why women hate men who are nice. Well, not all women feel the same about any one thing, but women who mock Nice Guys® despise not niceness, but Nice Guyness®.
Thanks to Ampersand, I’ve found this cartoonist who explains why we call Nice Guys® what we do in a simple, easy-to-understand cartoon form. Her name is Leigh, and here they are:
Ha! I just loved this image that David Neiwert found.
Could be worse, I suppose. She could be on all fours.
I love religious kitsch, but this piece is truly transcendent. Via PZ—the comments in the caption contest are priceless. My favorite? “For he is the Gloryhole, and the Light.” Come up with your own!
Thanks to reader Lindsey for sending me this 1956 comic demonstrating that Planned Parenthood was always the home of real family values, if you believe that family values should be about valuing families. If you’re a fan of the overly melodramatic, lurid 50s-era comics, then you’ll probably enjoy this one. While this comic predates the song “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by over 20 years, that’s the general theme.
Divorce! They didn’t tell us about that possible side effect in abstinence-only class! And they promised a pony and a cookie if you swore never, ever to do it unless you were earnestly trying to make a baby.
I thought readers would appreciate Austin Cline’s response to dishonorable slurring of Jamie Leigh Jones after she was brutally raped and kept prisoner by employees of Halliburton in the Green Zone in Iraq. The response to gang rape—she’s a lying slut who asked for the assault that didn’t happen by being so beautiful which was totally uncalled for even though she’d probably have been abused worse if she didn’t put forward the requisite effort to be pleasing to the eye—is so standard at this point, that it’s almost amazing that people who push it don’t immediately recognize themselves as rape-supporting misogynists.
Since the tradition started here, we shall join the pile-on. The original baffling stinker of non-humor:
My remake:
Today’s is nearly as bad:
I’ve been suffering from some sort of stomach flu for two days now, so sorry if I can’t quite get it together to write something of depth and/or wit. I have a lot of half-formed blogging thoughts to get out when I feel remotely motivated. With that in mind, I figured I’d put up pictures of the ads Amnesty International is running in protest of female genital mutilation.
Salon has an article up about presidential candidate spouses by Rebecca Traister, and while Rebecca (naturally) mentions Bill Clinton in her article, for some reason his famous mug didn’t make the cut on the illustration. I’m forced to call bullshit on the picture, though the article itself is a delight.
Yes, while I fight against the scourge that is democracy, I still allow for voting on really important matters, like who looks best shirtless and lifting things while gracefully sweating.
Today, I’ve got your individual suggestions here. Next week, we’ll do hot tennis players, and in in the upcoming weeks, we’ll do cooks, long-haired geeeks, the Wheedonverse, hot politicians and hot comics. And of course, guys in eyeliner. So I will need your suggestions.
Hotties below the fold.
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Well, everyone, thanks to a new job and other factors that I won’t get into here*, I’ve nothing prepared for today’s Tuesday Lechery.
However, I’m all for voting. Not for my Presidency-for-Life, which is a not-so-benign, but completely fabulous dicatorship, but for who to feature in next week’s edition. Share names and links and enjoy the hotness.
I know! I’ve been slack in posting Tuesday Lecheries. In my defense, I’m changing jobs and have had a rather busy couple of weeks. Heck, it’s going to continue to be busy for a while. So, in addition to this week’s edition, I’ve got a link to Cattygurl’s own revue. A twofah!
This week, because I felt a bit Japan-sick, I’m going to leave pics of Japanese actors. I really miss watching Japanese doramas and rehashing every plot point (as a cover for eventually going on and on about how hot X was with my friends).
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Thanks to Lindsay for taking this picture. She always takes the best pictures.
Time to admit that I am not tall. Ezra let me know he misses himself.
Her Yearly Kos stream is here. She was in a pretty sweet spot for the presidential forum and got some good shots.
Pics are below the fold. The first may be borderline NSFW. Seriously.
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It’s time for another round of Tuesday Lechery. This one highlights guys on the small screen.
(Which, when you think about it, is weird. I don’t really watch much TV.)
Pics are below the fold.
The media’s desire to find white women misbehaving so they can humiliate them in public and then have them beg for forgiveness on TV—a routine narrative that allows the media both to distract from the real issues and promote a reactionary agenda, usually in opposition to female liberty—has reached a new low with today’s naughty-lady scandal. Apparently, someone’s trying to “blackmail” Miss New Jersey by sending verboten photographs to the all-powerful beauty pageant godfathers. Trying to get ahead of the scandal, Miss NJ, whose name is Amy Polumbo, released the horrifying and scandalous photos. Such as this:
Oh my god, hide the children! Will this sluttitude never end?!
Lest you think I’m mocking in bad faith, here is the worst of the photos, an image so scandalous that it made the pageant officials have to seriously reconsider whether to allow her to keep her crown or be burned as a witch.
Happy Independence Day! To honor the day, a recitation of the most famous passage in the Declaration of Independence.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,
I whole-heartedly endorse the fact that it is fucked up to call Fred Thompson’s wife a stripper. That said, Muir should probably butt out.
My remix and Chris Clarke’s below.
Hello, everyone, and thanks very much for your patience during my hiatus.
The Geekcake Edition was very difficult for me to put together–first, because there were so many good choices, and second, because it’s bloody impossible to find any half-naked pictures of these guys.
(Dear Geeks:
Please don’t follow the rules of modesty. Show it off!
Kindest regards,
Sheelzebub)
Okay, folks. So what will next week be? Pretty Roughnecks? (The suggestion of Takeshi Kaneshiro inspired that, and I do have a thing for pretty roughnecks). Macho men? Cops ‘n Robbers? Rockers? Radicals and Progressives?
Until then, luxuriate in the hotness that is Geekcake!
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Via Atrios, I see that Chris Muir decided to honor Memorial Day by running a cartoon that openly wished the media would feed us pretty lies so he could feel good about the war. In doing so, he seems to have ripped off amateur propaganda-by-email-forwards.
Clearly, it’s time for another edition of Help Chris Muir Find Teh FUNNY, the reality-based edition. Chris Clarke was busy, I’m afraid, so I’m flying solo. Below the fold.
In an effort to shore up the feeling that comics fanboys never, ever get laid, much less lay eyes on a real woman, Sideshow is selling this collectible toy of Mary Jane from the Spiderman series, and sadly, it’s sold out. (Hat tip, emjaybee.)
Oh, there are so many things wrong with this toy. It’s pretty irresponsible to be pushing something that just increases the amount of Nice Guy® whining out there about how they can’t get a decent girl—aka, one who hand-washes your clothes in a bucket while sticking her ass in the air, all turned on by doing thankless chores you’re too good to do. (Plus, if she’s hand-washing it, wouldn’t she use Woolite instead of regular detergent?) You know, the kind that simply doesn’t exist. A good percentage of images of women in the media, up into the 90%, show women in dehumanizing poses not struck in daily life, but this one really goes four levels above.
Thankfully, through tigtog, I see that Girl Wonder has decided to respond with a little culture jamming. People grow so accustomed to seeing images of women doing things that human beings—and that includes women—don’t actually do, we forget how silly these poses look until you exchange a woman for a man.
My contribution to “Rewrite Good Comics As Muir Comics“. Naturally, I had to mine the most consistently funny strip out nowadays, “The Boondocks”. My apologies to Aaron McGruder.
Man, I both hate and love it when someone comes up with something I wish I had come up with myself. Lauredhel at Hoyden About Town has put together an anti-feminist bingo card, which she made in response to the trolls at Alas, a Blog, but also will help to help liven things up when some of our white male American friends from Japan show up in comments and start whining that feminists are all whiny.
Not that all white men living in Japan are like this, or even most, but there are a lot of anti-feminist nuts who live there and have a lot of time to go apeshit in feminist blogs, for some reason. Recent example available here. There are many thick academic theories about what this could possibly mean, but I prefer to think simply that a lot of really stupid but doggedly sexist men find it’s pleasant to live where people don’t understand what they’re saying and so are less likely to start hating them right away. That and the difference in hours means they can troll comment sections, secure in the knowledge that the bloggers are in bed and not around to challenge them. It seems a tad expensive to live overseas to take advantage of a time difference for more improved trolling, but there you go. Have I mentioned the dogged and stupid parts?
But I digress. Lauredhel has made a bingo card, which is awesome and you should see below the fold.
