Yule Love This

December 14, 2010

A Christmas Gift from 3 Wise Guys from Eric Neuschwanger on Vimeo.

A little holiday humbug from my darling friend Eric Neuschwanger. If you were giggling incessantly at his cartoon like I did, check back later for more. This is the first in his kooky new series.

And for god’s sake, check out his homepage already! Art, son. Art.

http://www.ericnwanger.com/

Singing Bras

December 13, 2010

Wow. I’m so not sure how I feel about this. I mean, on the one hand, there is the total and creepily complete objectification of women smacking you in the face here like an enormous, over-eager erection. These women are nothing more here than their musical notes. …which are actually determined by their cup sizes. I mean, the only voice they’re given is the note they sing, which means their only means of expression is nothing more than their cup size. Wowww.

A collection of immobilized women only distinguishable by their cup sizes, who are only here to please you with the pretty sounds they make. Then they rub the tuning fork on the skin, or else they get the hose again. Ya know? Because what sort of person would have such a collection, if you were to take this thought out of its cute little Christmas wrapping and flesh it out a bit. And all of them laying on beds in the darkness making porn faces like that, seemingly oblivious to one another. Does anyone else feel like some creepfest decided to make human ornaments here? Or ordered Real Girls that emit recorded noises to deck the halls with them? Just me? Jingle belles? Ho ho hos? Mary Christmases? The marketing for real girl ornaments practically writes itself.

This is decidedly not okay.

Additionally, you notice how they only show the fuller-figured girls (and oh my god, do I use that term lightly here. The E, F, and G girls are still skinny enough to…well, be in a bra commercial this day and age) are only shown laying down, so you don’t see the enormity of their monstrous 5 pounds of extra bod within the context of gravity. God forbid something other than their breasts isn’t actually inverted.

Yeah. That pissed me off.

But, on the other hand.

As a fan of burlesque and a bi enthusiast of the lady bits, I happen to not mind the idea of girls in lacy underwear, and… it’s so preeeetty. I’m torn. The feminist in me is raising a fist in solidarity with my sisters. And the other part of me wants to know how to arrange this sort of party this Christmastime.

Wrong? Probably?

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As promised, I did get my egg-dying episode documented. It’s with film, not a digital camera, so the quality promises to be what we’ll go ahead and call “retro.” Voila.

Darling male companion, painting away

Me, attempting great art

 

I assume this happened since we were attempting to make deviled eggs for the first time. And, to be fair, his is a picture of a witch (which is conveniently glared out).

 

Masterpiece!!!

Also, desecrating Easter lamb cake. A time-honored tradition in my family.

Do I tell you, sir, that I hid an egg on your chair before you sat down? Nah. I’ll let that be my little secret. With the egg. And the chair.

Voila l’oeuvres! That is all for now.

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