I thought I got all the coolest LEGO sets in history, but a reader pointed out what's probably the most shocking, darkest non-secret in its 50 years: a minifig wearing black tanga briefs. And when I say "briefs," I mean brief. All I can ask is why? Why Mr. Kirk? Why all this painful detail? And is that David Hasselhoff, per chance?
Last week, I blogged about the growing phenomenon of older Western women who travel to meet hunky young men who are happy to trade sexual favors for dinners and gifts. An American entrepreneur has seized on the idea of opening doors for rich older women to hook up with handsome young men on native soil. Strictly dating, of course - but one naturally suspects that young men looking for wealthy women are hoping for more than a kiss on the cheek.
Wanted: rich older women interested in hot younger guys. Applicants must be over 35, earn at least $500,000 a year or have a minimum of $4 million in liquid assets, entrusted assets or divorce settlement.
That's the basis of a speed-dating event organized by a New York entrepreneur bringing together 20 "sugar mamas" and 20 "boy toys" vetted by an elite New York matchmaker.
"Symbiosis has allowed ugly rich men to attract young, gorgeous, money-hungry women for centuries; it's now the women's turn," proclaims pocketchangenyc.com, the Web site that Jeremy Abelson is using to promote the event.....
Um. If he keeps going around suggesting that this event is a natural for women who look like frogs, he may end up killing his business. Doesn't he know that every woman is beautiful in her own way?
For a second, I wondered if it was perchance, one of the stellar masochists I've had the depraved honor to know...but alas, nothing so exciting as that. Just some research on the itty bitty mole rat:
As vulnerable as naked mole rats seem, researchers now find the hairless, bucktoothed rodents are invulnerable to the pain of acid and the sting of chili peppers.
Some of us may remember back to the 1980s when this thumb-sized, petal-pink creature was first discovered. (If you don't, rent Erroll Morris's fantastic documentary, Fast, Cheap and Out of Control.) Since then, scientists have been poking and prodding at the little critter (not too cruelly, one hopes) trying to figure out what makes these efficient little oddballs tick.
But better than studying why a mole rat doesn't feel pain, I'd like to see more studies telling us why humans feel so much pain. It seems pretty obvious that other species have better protections against sensitivity to pain. I won't even get into the subject of mental pain, because it's so obvious that, on the whole, animals are not as depressed or crazy as people. Physically though, we've all seen animals make amazing recoveries from abuses and injuries that would kill a human. Their tolerance for discomfort is truly awesome, their ability to cope with insect bites, scratches, and other minor pains is pretty incredible compared with our own. There is no mistaking when they have serious pain. But overall, they seem to have a higher threshhold for pain than we humans can even imagine. If you live or work with animals, think how many times a particular animal gets sick in a year. Hopefully very seldom. Now think how many times in a year you're flat on your ass with a back ache, a headache, sinus problems, toothaches, a pulled muscle, a cold, etc. etc. (Or how many times you walk through the day feeling like you should be home in bed.)
Instead of pain-testing animals, I wish scientists would focus more time and energy on figuring out why humans experience more or more intense pain than other species. Is there a biological explanation? Do our bigger brains cause bigger pains?
US rocker Lenny Kravitz seems an unlikely candidate to embrace a new conservatism toward sex before marriage.
But on the eve of the release of his new album, It Is Time For A Love Revolution, Kravitz has revealed he has been celibate for the past three years and plans to stay that way until he meets Ms Right....
Seems a shame for a pretty man like him to put himself on a shelf. And why exactly is he doing it? Why do people go around renouncing sex and promoting abstinence? Easy. They are prudes who think that sex is bad, evil, unworthy, degrading, (insert your own Puritan blablabla) in the first place.
When someone offers me a piece of chocolate, I don't tell them, "I'm sorry, I've renounced all chocolates until I can obtain a mystery chocolate I've never yet tasted but which I one day hope to savor?" I take the chocolate and feel lucky that someone was nice enough to offer me one.
Why does sex have to be this big moral issue, this enormous spiritual crisis? Why can't people see it as simply a normal, pleasurable experience an adult is entitled to enjoy - like eating a favorite food or jumping into a favorite swimming pool?
There are a ton of reasons people don't (or can't) have sex. Most of them are involuntary, like not being able to find someone who'll have sex with them or a body image problem or health issues. But even the healthiest, most libidinous adults have sexless periods. Why, yes, dear readers, even I've gone without sex, or without certain types of sex, for periods of time. It's no big deal. It's not like I've renounced anything. I just haven't felt like doing XYZ or didn't feel like doing it with the man I was with. But I might meet someone else or feel differently tomorrow. That's life. Y'know...sometimes you're hot and sometimes you're not.
But people who renounce sex like it's some big moral statement are inwardly conflicted about sex. They may act as if choosing chastity means they're better than the rest of us. All it proves is that they're even more fucked up. There are a ton of reasons why people choose celibacy, but IMO, the only really good reason to choose celibacy is because it turns you on.
Now I have to wonder whether there are people who bought pounds of M&M's, ate the green ones only, and then actually believed it worked. In fact, I bet if somebody set up a green M&M blog touting it as hot candy for horn dogs, there would be all these Internet idjits offering loud testimonials to its efficacy. And, hummm....with nothing more exciting than a war in Iraq, some glaciers melting, and financial markets tanking, I bet Big Media would run the Green M&M Controversy as its lead story. Especially if Koncerned Kooks for Amerika wanted to weigh in on the immorality of it all.
For those who are keeping track, our new babydog Apollo (the toy killer) is getting along great guns with his sister Venus (the giant fluff ball). Here they are, during a happy play time with Leaf, their new kitten sister.
She's a tiny little Leaf who loves the dogs. But not as much as she loves her new toy.
Apollo liked the toy fine too, especially when the kitten batted it at him.