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Don't miss the WSJ's hard-hitting expose of poop advertising: "Ads for Bathroom Products Flush with Potty Humor." (FLUSH. GET IT??)
Toilet cleaner companies used to "scare consumers about the dangers lurking beneath their bottoms," but the power to ass-terrorize waned over time.
One toilet cleaner company decided to target women and created "ads featuring four shirtless, studly crooners gyrating in cages resembling the product’s apparatus and belting out, 'Flush it, baby, flush it.'" Using sex to sell toilet cleaner. Will wonders never cease?
A lady suit in the toilet biz says, "We wanted to make women understand that toilet cleaning, this chore, is not necessarily terrible." Clearly, she's never leaned in to a toilet with a brush in her hand.
Personally, I'm a fan of this campaign:
"Dallas-based Poo-Pourri, which makes air fresheners, took the cheekiness to another level with ads called 'Girls Don’t Poop.' They feature a well-dressed woman sitting on a toilet speaking in a posh British accent about her bowel movements."
Because of course! 30M YouTube views can't be wrong.
Apparently, "Sesame Street" has a puppet that talks about toilet stuff.
And then there's Mr. Toilet and the WTO:
"The World Toilet Organization is a Singapore-based nonprofit that works to improve sanitation conditions world-wide. Founder Jack Sim, who proudly calls himself Mr. Toilet, says toilet-care companies’ new approach is making it easier to talk about sanitation and raise awareness world-wide. 'Toilet humor is the only strategy that works.'"
[WSJ]
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This wild poster is from Colleen Brennan Shrine. I interviewed Brennan in 2013. She's lovely.
I'm not even sure what this article, "Skank Amateurs," is about, but it is fascinating.
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"The idea that every time I do it, I’m 'getting in touch with God' or whatever is clearly meant to be a solvent for eonic strata of guilt and shame. But frankly, that daunting concept is a far more effective method of contraception than NFP. It’s bad enough worrying about whether or not I’ve shaved my legs …"
[Taki's]
My favorite dubious Ailes story was his fantastical account of meeting Nixon with a belly dancer and a snake
— Gabriel Sherman (@gabrielsherman) February 10, 2015
The red band trailer for "Straight Outta Compton" features: the real Dre, the real Cube, a great Eazy impersonation, naked and half-naked women gyrating around, and Paul Giamatti as Jerry Heller.
My ungodly sex writing just interrupted by guy knocking on door, trying to hand me pamphlet about redemption. Wanted to yell, "TOO LATE!"
— Tracy Clark-Flory (@TracyClarkFlory) February 9, 2015
Image credit: Steven Klein
The full on, fully frontal, final set (???) of that shoot with Kim Kardashian can be found here.
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Very cool photo series by Tom Sanders: "Pole Dancing at Home."
"The series explores the sub-culture of home pole dancers and how they challenge societal notions of domestic normalcy, privacy, sexuality and voyeurism."
[via Ashley Benigno]
"Mrs.
Most request fully that I have known about you my friend name [redacted] and I am from India I am 22 years young boy and this time also student
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I want to tell you that in matter of sex I am something special and also experience holder
My study would be completed after 5 month then I want to work in your company like pornstar
So please help me to arrange this job I don't know that what should I write you so that you could pay attention on me but I like to speak truth
I will be great full you and if you support for me it will be great help
I hope you will not disappointed me and do act upon my request I will be highly obliged you
Science I have 5 or six month so I will improve my self much
So please reply if you think it better and I will wait your replying
Yours truthfully
[redacted]"
Image credit: Steven Klein
The rest of those nakedish photos of Kim Kardashian are online.
Charles Isherwood reviewed "Pretty Filthy" for the NYT:
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"The travails of Becky, who quickly renames herself Taylor St. Ives (you know, after the apricot scrub!), and her boyfriend Bobby (Marrick Smith), who eventually joins Becky in the business as Dick Everhard, form a narrative through-line. In one of Mr. Friedman’s most searching and affecting songs, they reveal the disorientation that results when they find themselves in bed at night, after a long day at the office, suddenly unable to discern who they are to each other, sexually and emotionally."
[NYT]
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Yesterday, I wondered why so many of the men who email me because they want to become porn stars are from India and Pakistan, and on Facebook my author friend Michael Anania theorized:
"First, my guess is that most of these queries come from guys who haven't actually read your article...premature expostulators. Why India and Pakistan? It probably has something to do with all those bleak hours spent in the sub-erotic murmur of Help Lines pretending to be 'Tim' or 'Jonathan.' 'Tap the Ctrl button rapidly' they say, aroused by the shred of power they have, 'and tell me what happens.'"
Genius.
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A very cool holder for your iPad care of photographer Cass Bird.
Two adult stores and a church are battling it out on Wisconsin billboards.
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"And in the midst of the billboards beckoning shoppers to stores offering sex toys and pornographic videos are equally large signs declaring that 'Porn Destroys Love' and asking if you've 'Got God?'"
[LAT]