Friday, July 29, 2011

Happy Friday! Straight to the links we go.

From Julie: Right out of a zombie movie, a supposed corpse wakes up in a morgue and scares the bejeezus out of everyone.

Also from Julie: A bookshelf the size of the world! (Actually it's a digital library in the works.)

From Cassandra: a really fascinating half-male, half-female, split-colored butterfly has emerged from a cocoon.

Also from Cassandra: Ad slogans throughout the years.

Not from Cassandra, but for her so she can rant about this: Chick beer. (Ugh. Give me some Rogue's Dead Guy Ale or Celebrator, not this stuff supposedly targeted at women.) From the local blog Hoperatives, which is a great read and highly recommended.

And finally, from Bunny, who knows me awfully well: The Bollywood version of Nyan Cat! (For those of you not up on internet memes, here is the original Nyan Cat in all its absurdist glory.)

Have a spiffy weekend, everyone! See you next week.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow. Where to begin about chick beer?

I guess when I'm trying to maintain(giggle) my girlish figure, I'll stick with Mich Ultra as we all know every calorie counts. Why would I drink chick beer at a whopping 97 calories a bottle when I can stay svelte with Mich Ultra's 95 calories a bottle.

Oh Gross! But Mich Ultra's commercial shows fit men using their hot bods, skying, playing golf, and picking up chicks in bars.

So, maybe if I dank Mich Ultra, I would be denying my feminine side? Or, I could be gender confused? Or worse yet, I could be identifying with my oppressor.

What's a girl to do? Sacrifice by imbibing the extra two calories in order to conform to the sex-role stereotypes of my culture? Or obsess on my weight like a good girl should by drinking Mich Ultra.Do you see the paradox? It's a no win situation. Again, women are set up to fail.

Oh wait a minute,as a poor female in a misogynistic society, neither option works for me. See, as if our choices are not limited enough by our sex roles, we must consider class. Ok, wait, the only thing a girl like me can do is chug down pabst blue ribbon or natural light, or, when things get too bad, there is always finger nail polish remover or rubbing alcohol. Then, to maintain my weight, I could always make myself puke after every meal. Yeah, that's what I'll do. :P