dimarts, de febrer 21, 2006
I went to the museum.
I had the day off thanks to the holiday. I intended to head over to the Cincinnati Art Museum to see some prints by Rembrandt that are on exhibit. Fortunately they are closed on Mondays and I was forced to switch my plans. I decided instead to venture over to the Contemporary Art Center in downtown. There were a few different exhibits going on at once and for the most part all were interesting and enjoyable.
The most compelling exhibit on hand was one by a photographer named Taryn Simon. The pictures in this post are her exhibition, named “The Innocents,” which examines the lives of men who had been wrongfully convicted, imprisoned, and subsequently freed from death row. You would imagine that what her subjects endured has to be one of the most extreme forms of suffering, as it is undeserved. One look at them in her photographs, which show the men at either their place of alibi or the scene of the crime (they did not commit), and the pain these men went through is incredibly obvious.
The exhibit gave me a weird feeling. At first I felt sympathy then even frustration for them, but in the end I went away with a huge sense of despair as I realized there was nothing anyone could do to help these men out. Their lives are permanently scarred, as much in the present and future as it was in the past. A video documenting interviews with many of the men she photographed was the most moving thing I have seen in a very long time. It is impossible to hear how their lives were torn apart by being wrongfully accused. Especially when a few of them talk about how much they wish their mother had lived to see them exonerated.
Some of these men spent over 15 years on death row. Every one of them lives with the fear that the authorities are right around the corner waiting to set them up once again. One describes how every time he spits on the sidewalk he thinks about how the cops might pick it up and put it in a crime scene. Another explains how he avoids any situation that leaves him alone with a woman, fearing that a rape charge will soon come.
Sadly only the book is being sold and not the video. You can read more about Ms. Simon’s work at http://www.tarynsimon.com/.
I posted some of the pictures I took of the other exhibits on my picture blog - www.cincypics.blogspot.com.
The most compelling exhibit on hand was one by a photographer named Taryn Simon. The pictures in this post are her exhibition, named “The Innocents,” which examines the lives of men who had been wrongfully convicted, imprisoned, and subsequently freed from death row. You would imagine that what her subjects endured has to be one of the most extreme forms of suffering, as it is undeserved. One look at them in her photographs, which show the men at either their place of alibi or the scene of the crime (they did not commit), and the pain these men went through is incredibly obvious.The exhibit gave me a weird feeling. At first I felt sympathy then even frustration for them, but in the end I went away with a huge sense of despair as I realized there was nothing anyone could do to help these men out. Their lives are permanently scarred, as much in the present and future as it was in the past. A video documenting interviews with many of the men she photographed was the most moving thing I have seen in a very long time. It is impossible to hear how their lives were torn apart by being wrongfully accused. Especially when a few of them talk about how much they wish their mother had lived to see them exonerated.Some of these men spent over 15 years on death row. Every one of them lives with the fear that the authorities are right around the corner waiting to set them up once again. One describes how every time he spits on the sidewalk he thinks about how the cops might pick it up and put it in a crime scene. Another explains how he avoids any situation that leaves him alone with a woman, fearing that a rape charge will soon come.Sadly only the book is being sold and not the video. You can read more about Ms. Simon’s work at http://www.tarynsimon.com/.
I posted some of the pictures I took of the other exhibits on my picture blog - www.cincypics.blogspot.com.
diumenge, de febrer 19, 2006
2006 Winter Olympics - The Mixtape
Turin, Italy --- Early winners at this year’s winter Olympics are expressing their
anger over the medals they received. Step on to any flight departing from Turin, Italy and there is no doubt your ears will be overwhelmed from the cacophony of angry athletes. These negative feelings are transcending language barriers as an international committee is already in the works to find a resolution.
The problem is that the gold, silver, and bronze medals do not play on any of the athlete’s CD players. Many of the athletes were thrilled when it was announced that the International Olympic Committee would be handing out medals with a new design. While athletes were focusing on the medals resemblance to a CD and praising the IOC for finally modernizing the award none of them read the fine print that details how the disk would feature no music on it.
The inner circles of winter sports have been debating, for weeks now, exactly what type of music would featured on the disk, and if it would be different for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place each. Many feared that the music on the silver and bronze discs would make them regret placing at all.
“I was just hoping to come home with a good mix CD, you know.” says U.S. athlete Joey Cheek who has earned multiple medals. “I didn’t find out that it wasn’t really CD until after I got my 2nd medal. I think I would have prepared a little different if I would have known that it wasn’t a CD. I feel hosed!”
The olympic village, which houses the athletes, could be best described as a sprinkler party with how many other athletes are sharing Mr. Cheek’s “hosed” feeling.
The Recording Industry Association of America has also joined the picture with concerns over piracy. The RIAA wants the IOC to guarantee that athletes will not go home and share their Medals over the internet.
The IOC has issued a statement explaining the situation and lack of music on the medals to all parties concerned. The furor has yet be calmed b/c the statement was issued in the IOC’s standard language - French. The lack of athletes from France who have any chance of competing for a medal in a sport that has more than 50 fans has kept word from trickling down to more relevant athletes.
anger over the medals they received. Step on to any flight departing from Turin, Italy and there is no doubt your ears will be overwhelmed from the cacophony of angry athletes. These negative feelings are transcending language barriers as an international committee is already in the works to find a resolution.The problem is that the gold, silver, and bronze medals do not play on any of the athlete’s CD players. Many of the athletes were thrilled when it was announced that the International Olympic Committee would be handing out medals with a new design. While athletes were focusing on the medals resemblance to a CD and praising the IOC for finally modernizing the award none of them read the fine print that details how the disk would feature no music on it.
The inner circles of winter sports have been debating, for weeks now, exactly what type of music would featured on the disk, and if it would be different for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place each. Many feared that the music on the silver and bronze discs would make them regret placing at all.
“I was just hoping to come home with a good mix CD, you know.” says U.S. athlete Joey Cheek who has earned multiple medals. “I didn’t find out that it wasn’t really CD until after I got my 2nd medal. I think I would have prepared a little different if I would have known that it wasn’t a CD. I feel hosed!”
The olympic village, which houses the athletes, could be best described as a sprinkler party with how many other athletes are sharing Mr. Cheek’s “hosed” feeling.
The Recording Industry Association of America has also joined the picture with concerns over piracy. The RIAA wants the IOC to guarantee that athletes will not go home and share their Medals over the internet.
The IOC has issued a statement explaining the situation and lack of music on the medals to all parties concerned. The furor has yet be calmed b/c the statement was issued in the IOC’s standard language - French. The lack of athletes from France who have any chance of competing for a medal in a sport that has more than 50 fans has kept word from trickling down to more relevant athletes.
dijous, de febrer 16, 2006
A Knowledge Gap Grips The Nation
Cincinnati, OH --- Most Americans here in the gateway to the Midwest, and across the nation alike, have grown up in a world where friends are constantly moving away only to be replaced by new friends, from other parts of the country. The idea that the country is split into regions culturally is slowly becoming antiquated as Americans find themselves far from the city they began the journey some call life. Along this flow of constant migration customs and values become intermingled until the amalgam is practically indistinguishable from coast to coast.
“I have to know at least 6 people who have moved away,” claims Jeremy Vaughn, a senior at Southern Kentucky University. Jeremy’s experience is not uncommon. Even in more backwoods areas like Arkansas and West Virginia people are branching out.
The old guard still remains in many places though. “When I was still young,” professes Claire Hankley, “the only people who had been around were the boys who’d enlisted; we didn’t even know what an area code was!” Although people like this long retired social worker from Manhattan, Kansas become rarer with every round Death makes, sociologists are paying more attention to them than ever.
A recent study completed by the Polytechnic University of Quad City (IA) claims a shift in “personal geography” as the root cause for the change in common interests among Americans. By tracing back what scholars are referring to as the
population’s “fascination bundle,” a clear trend has been discerned. The study states, as many field level researchers had been claiming, that the amount of time Americans spend discussing the weather has been increasing at an alarming rate.
Professor Thaddeus Hargg of PUQC elaborates on this paradigm shift, “more and more people across this great, great nation are finding themselves describing the current weather conditions they are experiencing to their friends. In fact most people in the 38 - 19 age range have adopted the belief that inquiring about climactical circumstances predicates, what they call, ‘keeping in touch’.” Adding further intrigue to the findings is the seamless rise of “weather” to the top of the national discourse. “Industrialization, globalization, and communication technology have worked together to cross pollinate the American psyche with the idea that gathering information about the weather will help them relate to the denizens of other climate regions,” explains Prof. Hargg.
“Yeah, I always ask my buddy, who just moved to Seattle, if he’s freezing his [reproductive organs] off,” says Mr. Vaughn. He, like many his age, uses the internet to stay in touch with many of his fraternity brothers whom have taken jobs in other parts of the country. Disarming, though, is the fact that the difference in average temperatures between Louisville, KY and Seattle, WA is not as drastic as Jeremy would have you believe (it’s the humidity). This weather ignorance is actually common among most American who have yet to move far from their “birth” home.
The research, which compiles over 70 years of the American interestedness lexicon, has raised some cause for concern as many have used the findings to point out that the interest gap between weather and winter apparel has increased exponentially for many Southerners who hardly travel. Many have pointed at the lack of ever using things that combat against cold weather as the reason for this. Others blame the President.
Across states like Florida people have completely forgotten about things such as heating systems, coats, and scarves for instance. Many former Floridians are finding the high level of ignorance downright annoying if not embarrassing. Keith Halpern, who grew up in Pompano Beach and now lives in Green Bay, WI, details the struggle, “They are always asking ‘how’s the cold treating you?’ or if I’m sick of ‘freezing my [reproductive organs] off.’ Cheese and rice! Don’t they know what a jacket is? It’s like they think I moved to the Aleutian Islands and reply to their e-mails from the chilly comfort of my igloo.”
While studies have shown that 98% of Florida has no idea what islands Keith is referring to, there is little doubt that Southerners, for the most part, have lost touch with the existence of a winter wardrobe. The idea that the northern areas of the country are brimming with buildings and heating systems is completely foreign.
If Jeremy Vaughn is any indication, the nation has a long way to go in bridging this “knowledge trench.” Upon probing the soon to be graduate about his perception of the North, Mr. Vaughn elaborated on the climate-culture difference by rhetorically asking, “that’s why they call them the blue states, don't they?”
“I have to know at least 6 people who have moved away,” claims Jeremy Vaughn, a senior at Southern Kentucky University. Jeremy’s experience is not uncommon. Even in more backwoods areas like Arkansas and West Virginia people are branching out.
The old guard still remains in many places though. “When I was still young,” professes Claire Hankley, “the only people who had been around were the boys who’d enlisted; we didn’t even know what an area code was!” Although people like this long retired social worker from Manhattan, Kansas become rarer with every round Death makes, sociologists are paying more attention to them than ever.
A recent study completed by the Polytechnic University of Quad City (IA) claims a shift in “personal geography” as the root cause for the change in common interests among Americans. By tracing back what scholars are referring to as the
population’s “fascination bundle,” a clear trend has been discerned. The study states, as many field level researchers had been claiming, that the amount of time Americans spend discussing the weather has been increasing at an alarming rate.Professor Thaddeus Hargg of PUQC elaborates on this paradigm shift, “more and more people across this great, great nation are finding themselves describing the current weather conditions they are experiencing to their friends. In fact most people in the 38 - 19 age range have adopted the belief that inquiring about climactical circumstances predicates, what they call, ‘keeping in touch’.” Adding further intrigue to the findings is the seamless rise of “weather” to the top of the national discourse. “Industrialization, globalization, and communication technology have worked together to cross pollinate the American psyche with the idea that gathering information about the weather will help them relate to the denizens of other climate regions,” explains Prof. Hargg.
“Yeah, I always ask my buddy, who just moved to Seattle, if he’s freezing his [reproductive organs] off,” says Mr. Vaughn. He, like many his age, uses the internet to stay in touch with many of his fraternity brothers whom have taken jobs in other parts of the country. Disarming, though, is the fact that the difference in average temperatures between Louisville, KY and Seattle, WA is not as drastic as Jeremy would have you believe (it’s the humidity). This weather ignorance is actually common among most American who have yet to move far from their “birth” home.
The research, which compiles over 70 years of the American interestedness lexicon, has raised some cause for concern as many have used the findings to point out that the interest gap between weather and winter apparel has increased exponentially for many Southerners who hardly travel. Many have pointed at the lack of ever using things that combat against cold weather as the reason for this. Others blame the President.
Across states like Florida people have completely forgotten about things such as heating systems, coats, and scarves for instance. Many former Floridians are finding the high level of ignorance downright annoying if not embarrassing. Keith Halpern, who grew up in Pompano Beach and now lives in Green Bay, WI, details the struggle, “They are always asking ‘how’s the cold treating you?’ or if I’m sick of ‘freezing my [reproductive organs] off.’ Cheese and rice! Don’t they know what a jacket is? It’s like they think I moved to the Aleutian Islands and reply to their e-mails from the chilly comfort of my igloo.”
While studies have shown that 98% of Florida has no idea what islands Keith is referring to, there is little doubt that Southerners, for the most part, have lost touch with the existence of a winter wardrobe. The idea that the northern areas of the country are brimming with buildings and heating systems is completely foreign.
If Jeremy Vaughn is any indication, the nation has a long way to go in bridging this “knowledge trench.” Upon probing the soon to be graduate about his perception of the North, Mr. Vaughn elaborated on the climate-culture difference by rhetorically asking, “that’s why they call them the blue states, don't they?”
dimecres, de febrer 15, 2006
The Secret World of Teachers
At some point in education's long history teachers earned the reputation of being destined to remain single forever. Everybody remembers having a teacher they thought would never get married or experience the joys of romance. Television programs play off this common misconception. Bart Simpson's teacher for instance, or the teacher from Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher' video (no way was she a one man, or little boy, woman). One could claim television employs this idea, that teachers will be single for the rest of their days, to portray teachers as oddballs. It makes sense that Hollywood thinks this way, since from up on top of the precipice that show business sits upon it must seem insane to choose to be a teacher.
Isn't there a saying that goes, "those who can't do, teach," or something like that, right? The education should find that down right insulting since it practically portrays them as having a high level of worthlessness. On the opposite end of that double edged insult is the fact that the rest of us must be idiots for letting a bunch of people who can't do something teach us how to do said thing.
Putting those last two paragraphs you come out with the impression that teachers are a failure and no one will ever want to marry them. If you did come to that conclusion you wouldn't be the first. Apparently someone molded their entire business plan off of the idea that teachers have "relationship" issues.
There is a growing trend among teachers to have get-togethers at a fellow teachers house and buy sex toys/products from a dealer. These functions are sometimes called passion parties, or girls night out (or in). The whole event isn't much different than those infamous Tupperware parties; in fact the main difference is
usually just the shape the plastic was molded into.
On multiple occasions women teachers I have met or am acquainted with have mentioned how they felt obliged to go to these work functions their colleagues threw for the sole purpose of fitting in. In fact I have even brought this up with friends who are teachers and they become astonished that I knew they went to these types of parties. That's right, they weren't appalled that I was asking them if they bought tools to pleasure themselves with, which is what one would guess. Somehow, in this case, my audacity is hidden behind my knowledge of the sleazy education underworld. It must take a leap of faith to discuss, let alone purchase, sex toys alongside the people you work with.
Can you imagine your teachers at these parties? I'm not going to take that any further, just focus on the awkwardness of that before moving to the repulsion.
Obviously at some point someone thought about it and saw the dollar bills at the end of that tunnel. The visionary then decided to become a dildo dealer and exploit the plethora of women who would never be able to get a man, otherwise known as teachers. Who ever this person is they should get one of those "men of genius" beer ads made for them (even if it was a woman). I am sure that there are a lot more A's being given out thanks to that entrepreneurial spirit.
This whole passion party thing has actually become a big industry, and by no means is it exclusive to the teaching profession. It just seems to have found a niche by becoming way for female teachers to bond. As far as I can tell male teachers are not having glory hole or circle jerk parties all the time. I'm actually trying to avoid investigating that one just in case they do.
Overheard over a plastic replica of Goliath's 5th largest appendage:
Jennifer - You had Eric Perez last year didn't you?
Christy - Awww, is he one of yours now?
Jennifer - (nodding) You can tell can't you?
Christy - It's the eyes, hun. Can you believe Carina has one of these?
Jennifer - Actually yeah I can, she seems the type. I just could never get used to it being blue
Christy - It won't be like your eyes will be open anyways, will they! Haha
Jennifer - (laughs)
Christy - Oh yeah, getting back to that brat. You're just going to have to pick on him until he cries. That's what I did.
Jennifer - Hmmmmm, really? It's that easy?
Isn't there a saying that goes, "those who can't do, teach," or something like that, right? The education should find that down right insulting since it practically portrays them as having a high level of worthlessness. On the opposite end of that double edged insult is the fact that the rest of us must be idiots for letting a bunch of people who can't do something teach us how to do said thing.Putting those last two paragraphs you come out with the impression that teachers are a failure and no one will ever want to marry them. If you did come to that conclusion you wouldn't be the first. Apparently someone molded their entire business plan off of the idea that teachers have "relationship" issues.
There is a growing trend among teachers to have get-togethers at a fellow teachers house and buy sex toys/products from a dealer. These functions are sometimes called passion parties, or girls night out (or in). The whole event isn't much different than those infamous Tupperware parties; in fact the main difference is
usually just the shape the plastic was molded into.On multiple occasions women teachers I have met or am acquainted with have mentioned how they felt obliged to go to these work functions their colleagues threw for the sole purpose of fitting in. In fact I have even brought this up with friends who are teachers and they become astonished that I knew they went to these types of parties. That's right, they weren't appalled that I was asking them if they bought tools to pleasure themselves with, which is what one would guess. Somehow, in this case, my audacity is hidden behind my knowledge of the sleazy education underworld. It must take a leap of faith to discuss, let alone purchase, sex toys alongside the people you work with.
Can you imagine your teachers at these parties? I'm not going to take that any further, just focus on the awkwardness of that before moving to the repulsion.
Obviously at some point someone thought about it and saw the dollar bills at the end of that tunnel. The visionary then decided to become a dildo dealer and exploit the plethora of women who would never be able to get a man, otherwise known as teachers. Who ever this person is they should get one of those "men of genius" beer ads made for them (even if it was a woman). I am sure that there are a lot more A's being given out thanks to that entrepreneurial spirit.
This whole passion party thing has actually become a big industry, and by no means is it exclusive to the teaching profession. It just seems to have found a niche by becoming way for female teachers to bond. As far as I can tell male teachers are not having glory hole or circle jerk parties all the time. I'm actually trying to avoid investigating that one just in case they do.
Overheard over a plastic replica of Goliath's 5th largest appendage:
Jennifer - You had Eric Perez last year didn't you?
Christy - Awww, is he one of yours now?
Jennifer - (nodding) You can tell can't you?
Christy - It's the eyes, hun. Can you believe Carina has one of these?
Jennifer - Actually yeah I can, she seems the type. I just could never get used to it being blue
Christy - It won't be like your eyes will be open anyways, will they! Haha
Jennifer - (laughs)
Christy - Oh yeah, getting back to that brat. You're just going to have to pick on him until he cries. That's what I did.
Jennifer - Hmmmmm, really? It's that easy?
dimarts, de febrer 14, 2006
Covering My Bases
I’ve been leaving clues behind, dropping hints; you know, leaving a trail. You see, I’m trying to solidify my status as a paranoid so I have left signs of what I have been up to in case the authorities ever need to find me (or my body). From what I know about crime busting, clues are the only hope cops have in solving any sort of caper.
As you may have imagined most of my knowledge about solving crime comes from something I watched or read at some point. If anyone else knows how to catch a criminal w/o using clues than please let me know. Super hero powers do not count.In hopes of ever having any hopes of being found I’ve intentionally left clues behind as to my activities and whereabouts. If you were to, say, murder me or, um, how can I put it, sequester me and use me to commit terrorist acts there’s a high likelihood that some gumshoe or other is going to put together the pieces.
Am I saying I’m now invulnerable to crime? No, I’m just saying that I’m doing my part in solving w/e crime I am a victim of. I don’t want to have any of that “the cop saved my life” bullshit hanging over my head forever. The last thing I
want is to be in some douche bag’s back pocket b/c he saved me from certain death. I pay the bills that keep him crime fighting, and he’s just doing his job. Since I am doing my part I know that I won’t owe anyone anything.“Oh thank heavens, you found me!” are not words I’ll be saying. It’ll be more like “What took you so long!”
To make interesting I have also left behind some dead ends. I know, you’re thinking that I’m just lowering the odds that I’ll be saved now, but a part of me wants to mess around a little with the detectives on the case.
Maybe I’ll leave behind some stranger’s phone number, address, and place of work written on a greasy scrap of paper laying around somewhere. Perhaps they’ll uncover a briefcase containing a pair of women’s shorts soaked in pigeon blood. Who knows?
I have no idea where those clues will lead the cops, but I have no doubt it will result in some interesting stories. The excitement of those stories will also help me bide time while waiting for the authorities to come save me.
Working against all this is that if I ever do commit a crime I’m going to will have left a lot of clues behind. I’ve realized this problem, but have also noticed that leaving behind intentional clues causes me to be more aware of my trail. I think when the time does come that I need, if ever, to commit a crime I’ll know where and how the cops will be looking for me.
How ever you look at it I come out on top.
Except that now anyone who is coming after me can just read this and know that they have to kill me quick to not get caught. Ay mama.
diumenge, de febrer 12, 2006
The 32 Flavors of Love
Television shows are not a favorite topic of mine, yet the show soon to be mentioned has me excited. There is an underlying issue presented by the show that I think most people have yet to notice.
The Flavor of Love is a show airing on VH1 that features Flava Flav of Public Enemy fame and Surreal World disgrace. Like the show that featured the guy from the Brandy Bunch and a poster child for the ill effects of cocaine, it is a spin off that puts a celebrity in ridiculous situations. I am esepcially attracted to this show b/c my grandmother’s nickname is also Flava Flav.
Before you get any wild ideas let me tell you that is as far as the similarities go between those two.
Flava’s scenario of choice is to have the privilege of spending his days and nights with a bunch of women who are competing to split the salary he’s getting for being on the show. In other words, you get to watch a man at a brothel for a couple of weeks. These women parade themselves for him and do whatever he asks.
Flava had another show on VH1 before this one. I didn’t watch that one so I can’t compare it. After watching one episode of The Flavor of Love I am amazed at the stuff VH1 is allowed to put on the air. I’m not appalled nor offended. It is that I was under the assumption that television had gotten much stricter with its decency laws. In just one episode Flave did the following things (some were off camera where they cut away right before they need to start blur stuff out):
1. Tongue down a girl named New York
2. Fondle the breast of a girl named Smiley
3. Use his nose to become more acquainted with three women’s cleavage than Daniel Boone was with the cumberland gap.
4. Suck on the nipple of a girl named Pumpkin
5. Rub New York’s anus and vag through her panties
Unfortunately for all the contestants he chose only to have sex with Smiley that night.
For some reason he gave these girls nicknames. I guess he was using the Man’s Rule of Thumb #471- that you never need to learn a hoe’s name.
Somehow when no one was looking VH1 became the most vulgar channel on air. Perhaps the FCC is a fan of Flav and just let's this all slide.
To add a little context to that above list let me elaborate on what brought about all that fondling (except the first one). The competition of the moment was to see who could stimulate Flav’s senses the most. The girl’s let him smell them, taste them, touch them, listen to them, and watch them dance. The girls would compete using boner points. The impression I got was that the bigger the bulge the more points the contestants received.
Sure you don’t actually see him suck on a nipple, or see his hand on the breast. Instead you see the girl walk up to him and begin to take off her shirt and mount him during the tasting competition. For the tit touching the angle has the girl’s back facing the camera. Her shirt is also raised. It didn’t take a stretch of the imagination to understand what was going on.
The lesson to take away from this would be to never let anyone tell you that you can’t do that on television.
The Flavor of Love is a show airing on VH1 that features Flava Flav of Public Enemy fame and Surreal World disgrace. Like the show that featured the guy from the Brandy Bunch and a poster child for the ill effects of cocaine, it is a spin off that puts a celebrity in ridiculous situations. I am esepcially attracted to this show b/c my grandmother’s nickname is also Flava Flav.
Before you get any wild ideas let me tell you that is as far as the similarities go between those two.
Flava’s scenario of choice is to have the privilege of spending his days and nights with a bunch of women who are competing to split the salary he’s getting for being on the show. In other words, you get to watch a man at a brothel for a couple of weeks. These women parade themselves for him and do whatever he asks.
Flava had another show on VH1 before this one. I didn’t watch that one so I can’t compare it. After watching one episode of The Flavor of Love I am amazed at the stuff VH1 is allowed to put on the air. I’m not appalled nor offended. It is that I was under the assumption that television had gotten much stricter with its decency laws. In just one episode Flave did the following things (some were off camera where they cut away right before they need to start blur stuff out):
1. Tongue down a girl named New York
2. Fondle the breast of a girl named Smiley
3. Use his nose to become more acquainted with three women’s cleavage than Daniel Boone was with the cumberland gap.
4. Suck on the nipple of a girl named Pumpkin
5. Rub New York’s anus and vag through her panties
Unfortunately for all the contestants he chose only to have sex with Smiley that night.
For some reason he gave these girls nicknames. I guess he was using the Man’s Rule of Thumb #471- that you never need to learn a hoe’s name.
Somehow when no one was looking VH1 became the most vulgar channel on air. Perhaps the FCC is a fan of Flav and just let's this all slide.To add a little context to that above list let me elaborate on what brought about all that fondling (except the first one). The competition of the moment was to see who could stimulate Flav’s senses the most. The girl’s let him smell them, taste them, touch them, listen to them, and watch them dance. The girls would compete using boner points. The impression I got was that the bigger the bulge the more points the contestants received.
Sure you don’t actually see him suck on a nipple, or see his hand on the breast. Instead you see the girl walk up to him and begin to take off her shirt and mount him during the tasting competition. For the tit touching the angle has the girl’s back facing the camera. Her shirt is also raised. It didn’t take a stretch of the imagination to understand what was going on.
The lesson to take away from this would be to never let anyone tell you that you can’t do that on television.
dissabte, de febrer 11, 2006
Gays Are Lonely Skaters
As I, regrettably, watch the winter Olympics I can’t help but wonder how the homosexual lifestyle has permeated through all parts of life. No, the olympics don’t usually do this. Perhaps I should be more specific.
As I, regrettably, watch pairs figure skating I can’t help but wonder how the homosexual lifestyle has permeated through all parts of life. (Now we can move forward, right?)
This “integration” makes sense since homosexuals are humans living lives right alongside heterosexuals. Not in cages separated from the rest of society. Actually some do the whole cage thing alongside heterosexuals, but I digress.
While I’ll never understand why one’s sexual preference dictates the rest of one’s life there is, no doubt, a stereotypical way of life for homosexuals and heterosexuals each. I say stereotypical so it is clear that I am referring to a generalization containing a million exceptions. The part that is true- preferring to have intimate/sexual relationships with ones own sex, is what I’m going to focus on.
Homosexuals are humans just like the rest of us. (I know shocking isn’t it) No matter how you frame it we are all forced to live with everyone’s choice; meaning toleration is an unstoppable force that exposes one’s own ignorance if resisted. Slowly the sexuality of another person is increasingly irrelevant to the activities they participate in (other than sex of course) and people, eventually, are ok doing what they do alongside someone who doesn’t orient their gonads the same way they do.
The perpetually starving media lets us know of the first actor, athlete, military general, etc. that are openly gay. This forces people to talk about birds and the bees and how some times bees like stinging each other rather than sticking it those crazy birds. In addition, homosexuals challenge the establishments that are built on heterosexual tenets. These two movements end up bringing about a lot of change to all parts of life.
While athletics have lagged in this toleration movement it is amazing that out of all sports figure skating would still be stuck in the rigid rules imposed by the heterosexual way of life. I wouldn’t be saying anything you hadn’t thought yourself, or been told already, if I claimed that figure skating is a tremendously feminine sport. I guess people think this b/c of the costumes and dainty movements. The reality of the situation, though, is that having two XX chromosomes does not empower you to do a better triple sow cow.
Either way people assume the guy who figure skates is gay, or close to it, unless he’s competing alongside a woman. As if somehow the proximity of a vagina to a man's penis dictates that man’s sexuality. Actually I guess in a technical sense it does; doesn’t it?
What I want to know is why progressive homosexuals aren’t calling out the sport of figure skating for discriminating against them? Why aren’t they calling for women pairs and men pairs to be allowed to compete against mixed sex pairs?
It seems that while everyone was giving figure skating a free pass to homo town it is really as homophobic as a Reagan democrat in 1983. The international olympic committee has some explaining to do as to what the benefit of only allowing a man and woman to comprise a skating pair in competitions is. Don’t blame American family values for this one boys and girls b/c the IOC hates us Americans as much as an out of work Arab who receives his world news with his religious sermons.
The best part is that the IOC allows men and women who have had sex change operations to compete against the gender they just became. You’d think this progressive thinking would be consistent.
If anything, I guess, you can now rest assured that figure skating isn’t a gay sport after all (like it mattered). Although, it would be ok if it was.
As I, regrettably, watch pairs figure skating I can’t help but wonder how the homosexual lifestyle has permeated through all parts of life. (Now we can move forward, right?)This “integration” makes sense since homosexuals are humans living lives right alongside heterosexuals. Not in cages separated from the rest of society. Actually some do the whole cage thing alongside heterosexuals, but I digress.
While I’ll never understand why one’s sexual preference dictates the rest of one’s life there is, no doubt, a stereotypical way of life for homosexuals and heterosexuals each. I say stereotypical so it is clear that I am referring to a generalization containing a million exceptions. The part that is true- preferring to have intimate/sexual relationships with ones own sex, is what I’m going to focus on.
Homosexuals are humans just like the rest of us. (I know shocking isn’t it) No matter how you frame it we are all forced to live with everyone’s choice; meaning toleration is an unstoppable force that exposes one’s own ignorance if resisted. Slowly the sexuality of another person is increasingly irrelevant to the activities they participate in (other than sex of course) and people, eventually, are ok doing what they do alongside someone who doesn’t orient their gonads the same way they do.
The perpetually starving media lets us know of the first actor, athlete, military general, etc. that are openly gay. This forces people to talk about birds and the bees and how some times bees like stinging each other rather than sticking it those crazy birds. In addition, homosexuals challenge the establishments that are built on heterosexual tenets. These two movements end up bringing about a lot of change to all parts of life.While athletics have lagged in this toleration movement it is amazing that out of all sports figure skating would still be stuck in the rigid rules imposed by the heterosexual way of life. I wouldn’t be saying anything you hadn’t thought yourself, or been told already, if I claimed that figure skating is a tremendously feminine sport. I guess people think this b/c of the costumes and dainty movements. The reality of the situation, though, is that having two XX chromosomes does not empower you to do a better triple sow cow.
Either way people assume the guy who figure skates is gay, or close to it, unless he’s competing alongside a woman. As if somehow the proximity of a vagina to a man's penis dictates that man’s sexuality. Actually I guess in a technical sense it does; doesn’t it?
What I want to know is why progressive homosexuals aren’t calling out the sport of figure skating for discriminating against them? Why aren’t they calling for women pairs and men pairs to be allowed to compete against mixed sex pairs?
It seems that while everyone was giving figure skating a free pass to homo town it is really as homophobic as a Reagan democrat in 1983. The international olympic committee has some explaining to do as to what the benefit of only allowing a man and woman to comprise a skating pair in competitions is. Don’t blame American family values for this one boys and girls b/c the IOC hates us Americans as much as an out of work Arab who receives his world news with his religious sermons.
The best part is that the IOC allows men and women who have had sex change operations to compete against the gender they just became. You’d think this progressive thinking would be consistent.
If anything, I guess, you can now rest assured that figure skating isn’t a gay sport after all (like it mattered). Although, it would be ok if it was.