Posts filed under ‘Sex’
In its never-ending quest to create problems and sell us remedies, the “beauty industry” has decided that women need to wear deodorant under their boobs. Yep, boob sweat is now a thing:
We’ve heard about women tattooing their nipples, giving their vaginas facials and buying intimate cleansers, but just when you thought beauty products had reached their limits, out comes breast deodorant.
Not one, but three companies are promising their products will eliminate ‘swoobs’ AKA sweaty boobs. “Women can now rest easy,” promises Fresh Body as it advertises its Fresh Breasts deodorant. “We’re replacing ‘swoobs’ – dreaded boob sweat – with smiles!”
Erm … what?
I had no idea boob sweat was even a real thing, let alone something we should all “dread” and spend up to $20 (£12) to eliminate.
I’m so old I remember when National Basketball Association (NBA) players in the United States wore really, really short shorts. Like this:
Now they wear really, really baggy things. Like this:
Why are men covering up more while women are using fabric not as clothing, but as an accessory. And I mean that literally.
Republicans in Hawaii doing what Republicans do:
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Geezus. I live in Colorado where “homosexual” civil unions are legal and I haven’t seen any “radical alterations” to life whatsoever.
omg i just witnessed a horribly hilarious thing
i’m in a mixed group with some students, discussing sexual assault. i asked if anyone feels like assault is the victim’s fault, to raise their hand. one boy raised his hand and started to explain that girls who wear revealing clothing, or get excessively drunk should be held responsible for whatever happens. he was about to say something else when one girl got up AND DECKED HIM SO HARD HE BLACKED OUT FOR TWO MINUTES
when he came to, he’s all, “why’d the fuck you hit me?!”
“if you weren’t just standing there when i decided to start swinging wildly, you wouldn’t have gotten hit. it’s your own fault. see how victim blaming works?”
This would be Sarah Palin at the CPAC conference today.
Don’t forget, these are The Serious People in the Republican Party.
Listen to the crowd roar when she sucks on a straw.
Moral of the story? This is how “girls” get noticed by Republicans.
Big gulp? Aimed at Nanny Bloomberg? Maybe.
This is horrible:
Like millions of Mexicans, Carolina Martínez dreamed of coming to the United States to work. Her plan was to put in a few years in the fields, save up enough money to return to her hometown, and build a house there for her family. Her husband was already working on a farm outside of Albion, New York, so she knew there was money to be made, certainly more than the few dollars per day she typically made selling food on the street.
In 2004, at the age of 21, she took her 1-year-old child and traveled some 1,200 miles by bus to the U.S. border, where she handed off her son to a friend and found a coyote (smuggler) who would guide her and 10 others across for $2,000 each. It took a full week of hard and dangerous walking to get through the desert. She ran out of food and water, and at one point twisted her ankle, but she didn’t dare stop. “We passed people who were dead,” she recalls. But she made it out of the desert alive, reunited with her infant son—whom her friend had driven across the border—and eventually made her way to a small town outside of Rochester, New York, where she joined her husband. Martínez quickly found work packing potatoes and onions.
The work was hard. During planting and harvest seasons she might work 10 hours a day, six or seven days a week. But she had expected that. What she hadn’t expected was the near-constant sexual harassment on the job. The crew leader would, she says, “touch women in a sexual way … touch women on their asses.” When Martínez threatened to report him, he’d warn, “They’ll get rid of you. And if you do go to the boss, I’ll call Immigration.”
That’s what happened at one farm where Carolina Martínez worked. She says the manager, a Mexican immigrant himself, routinely approached women for sex. (He didn’t bother her, probably because she lived with her husband.) “He told [women] if they did not have sex with him, they were going to lose their jobs,” she says. Many women complied. Finally, one woman spoke up about the abuse to the farm owner. But, says Martínez, the owner didn’t believe her. In fact, he may not have understood her at all, because the woman spoke only Spanish and the owner, like most, spoke only English—while the supervisor spoke both. The handful of bilingual workers who could have translated were afraid to get involved. Not willing to lose his manager, the owner instead fired the woman who complained—which sent a strong message to the other women.
This is how crazy they’re getting.
This would be Generations Radio host Kevin Swanson on his show this week:
And they have found that with women who are on the birth control pill, there are these little tiny fetuses, these little babies, that are embedded into the womb. They’re just like dead babies. They’re on the inside of the womb. And these wombs of women who have been on the birth control pill effectively have become graveyards for lots and lots of little babies.