If I thought it would do any good I’d sign the petition, but on reviewing the success of American Apparel’s (bordering on pornographic), marketing tactics over the years, I don’t think it would do any good. People need to stop buying the stuff in order for petitions to work and it just hasn’t happened here. Won’t happen. Throwing up a petition…easy. The root of the problem it is more difficult to tackle, and not nearly as fun to write about. Sex sells. More often than not anything which denigrates women, or represents women with body parts, sells. That is the problem. Solve that and you won’t have to worry about hundreds of young women rushing to expose their junk in hopes of becoming America’s Next Top Buttock, you won’t have to worry about signing sad little petitions either.

There’s no doubt this contest is disturbing on many levels, the most disturbing being that I probably wouldn’t object to participating in this contest if my winning it meant that say…everyone in the world would have clean drinking water, vaccinations and vitamins.

Peace

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It makes me feel good, as I wander off to read some science blogs.

That was the case this evening, and thank god for it or I’d never have seen The Intersection’s piece on Evolutionary psychology: the adaptive significance of semen flavor. I learned, via Jerry A. Coyne, Ph.D, a Professor in the Department of Ecology and Evolution at the University of Chicago, that semen tastes bad, it just does, and despite his initial confusion, as an evolutionary psychologist, and a man I’m sure, as to why nature hadn’t compensated the taste with some added sugars, making it at least tolerable, he finally came up with the truth.

Semen just tastes bad.

And guess what?

It tastes bad because it belongs in the vagina not the mouth, and until women vomit up their offspring the taste isn’t going to get any better.

Fact is if this stuff was meant to be swallowed nature would have made it taste like a root beer float, or at the very least a gin and tonic.

Thank you Professor.

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SETH ROGEN: when we’re having sex and she’s unconscious like you can literally feel the audience thinking, like, how the fuck are they going to make this okay? Like, what can possibly be said or done that I’m not going to walk out of the movie theater in the next thirty seconds? . . . And then she says, like, the one thing that makes it all okay:

BRANDI: “Why are you stopping, motherfucker?”

When your best friend, drunk out of his mind, and hardly able to stand, implores you to hand him the car keys, do you give them to him? Of course you don’t.

Then what is so funny/OK about fucking a drunk out of her mind, pill popping, alcoholic after she vomits all over herself, when she momentarily arouses from her stupor to tell you to go on?

Answer, nothing. It’s called rape, there is no way you can spin this to make it alright.

I hope these men end up with someone’s dick up their ass one night when they’ve had too much tequila. OOPS. Do you think Seth Rogen would be eager to star in that movie? Warners Brothers so eager to distribute it?

Anna Faris, are you that desperate for work? Shame on you. Yes, and please don’t start on me for blaming the women. Shame, shame, shame on her.

I also hope this movie fails miserably, but given the searches for “rape”, “fun with rape”, “how to rape”, “how to get away with date rape” and so on that land here, a site which has some but not all that many posts in which the tags are rape, rape culture, or date rape, I fear the worst. Warner Brothers probably did their research based on internet search terms.

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