Rebecca's Reindeer Games

Anyone up for Spin the Elf?

Okay, I’ve got a problem. A problem with Santa that is. Why does he mock us girls all the time yelling. “Hos, Hos, Hos!” What did us sluts and hos do to deserve his wrath? Didn’t he always tell us that Christmas is the time for giving? I mean seriously, what does that mean for Mrs. Claus? Does this make her the Madame and Santa the pimp? We’re his real elves just trying to bring peace, laughter and pleasure to all the little naughty little boys out there. The smiles on their faces are so reflective of the wonderful gifts and the joy we bring them! That’s okay. Who needs that jolly old fella anyway to have a happy holiday season.

I mean it us elves, reindeer and everyone else who really make it happen at the North Pole. Without us Santa would be Scrooge. Want to get behind the scenes look at what really makes Christmas? Come on in and let’s play some reindeer games!!

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Romantically realistic...

Romantic Realism is by far my favorite art movement.  It portrays man in his ideal state: happy, joyful, motivated, successful, alive.  The movement was a particular favorite of Objectivist philosopher Ayn Rand, and for good reason: her philosophy was all about man seizing the day, accomplishing goals, bettering the world by bettering himself as an individual.  It is these qualities that are clear in Romantic Realist art.

The four selections above are some of my particular favorites.  Passion is soft, sensual, and…well…full of passion.  The woman is clearly feeling pleased, aroused, alive.  Self-Made Man is a beautiful piece that shows the strength and individual accomplishment of making a life for oneself, for deciding who you want to be and which direction you’re going to go in life.  The World Is Mine is also all about seizing control of your life, and seizing the day.  It’s about man (or, in this case, woman) boldly facing whatever life will bring, standing there with the barest protection but bravely moving forward, pursuing a desired path.  Yes is all about accomplishment and freedom, about that joyous moment when you’ve achieved something, and your pride swells along with your joy.

For a large gallery of other great examples of the movement, see Quent Cordair Fine Art.

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Ayu Azhari (naked and making Love)

http://rapidshare.com/files/318764218/Ayu_Azhari_01.wmv

http://rapidshare.com/files/318780759/Ayu_Azhari_02.wmv

http://rapidshare.com/files/318992971/Ayu_Azhari_03.wmv

http://rapidshare.com/files/319030676/Ayu_Azhari_04.wmv

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Scuba Diving Naked!

Well I can’t honestly say that I have scuba dived naked, that is with no clothes on, the closest that I have come was accidentally flashing my girlfriend when I was avoiding a embarrassing moment in my wet suit on a particularly long dive in Hawaii; you see I had custom wetsuit that had a zipper installed that I told everyone was so that I could control the temperature by venting the suit at the junction of my legs, which everyone knows that has taken a cold weather survival class is the hottest area on your body. By the way it is a myth that you can warm up your wetsuit that way, all it does is make it smell bad and then no one wants to dive with you and all the fish will swim away as well, can you blame them!

I do like the idea of water that is warm enough to dive naked. I remember once being in water that was 25 degrees that would be Celsius roughly 70 degrees on the American scale and I thought that I was going to need to be placed in a microwave for 10 minutes to warm up, to say that I am a wimp when it comes to cold is grossly understated, I even drink my water with out ice!

I like the feeling of freedom that you get when you are skinny dipping, just kind of hanging out, if you will, in warm water, is akin to having a giant bathtub that you don’t use soap in, if you are the environmentally sensitive type, which most skinny dippers by nature tend to be. Before I do it though I am going to have to some questions answered like.

What about the fish, I wonder are they sensitive to this kind of thing?

Will the fish confuse the new things they are seeing with bait?

Jellyfish?

I am also having a hard time understanding the mechanics of scuba diving naked, where do you put the BCD jacket, do you carry it in your arms, or drag it behind you, you can’t really wear it or you are not technically diving naked right? Maybe they dive Hawaiian kind style with just a tank and a mask, and suck the air out of the top like in the old days?

I don’t remember any of this being answered in any of my dive books. Maybe you can help me out; if you have any pictures, please send them along so I can see and understand for myself what’s involved to make it a pleasurable experience. Thanks in advance for the pictures!

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manifesto

 

Men who are half men, women who are more than all women, hermaphrodites who are part vampire, cats who are three quarters toaster and a sexually ambiguous spermwhale...

 

Looking for the most enlightening collation of thoughts this side of Dianetics? bare/not manifesto is here to show us all the way…word…

Caged Bird Sings

‘Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it.’ George Bernard Shaw

‘Madness is freedom’s most faithful companion’ Jacques Lacan

‘All oppression creates a state of war.’ Simone de Beauvoir

We live in a world fraught with contradiction – bikinis and burqas, the moneyed and the minimum wage, left-wing or right-wing, faith and nihilism and the hetero-normative and the ‘other’ – are just some of the ongoing struggles which both restrict and affirm our personal freedom. Our media perpetuates this no man’s land of perceived autarchy, where stories such as the Fritzl cases or the anniversary of the Berlin wall’s disintegration reaffirm the ability of individuals to fight for freedom despite overwhelming and terrifying conditioning, while the repercussions of official prisons such as Guantanamo Bay, the Iraq war and the ‘war on terror’ (in itself a linguistic minefield) continue to remind us how blithely our freedoms can be disrupted and taken away.   

Are we made to feel that the kind of safety, which undermines liberty in the name of security and protection, is acceptable and desirable? Concerns about claustrophobia, stereotypes, security constrictions, moral and physical obligations, cultural and religious beliefs, and political ideas are a few of the encounters which make up our daily worlds, bombarding us in advertising; threaded through the plots of literature, movies and songs; and worked into our political ideologies.  These are big themes to tackle for first-time curators but then why not go naked and bare all? 

What we feel as an act of freedom can be lived as an act of violence by someone else.  We adjust our sense of personal freedom to fit into our community, which defines and legitimises our freedom, but requires a different set of rules from the individual to function freely. Images, as powerful, empathetic and wholly personal signifiers are a strong way to convey these dichotomies and awaken society to their place in the world, especially the ways in which society has accommodated the idea of the female and the way in which race is represented.  It is with this in mind that we have selected a group of artists to tackle the cultural, political, sexual and racial themes of restriction. However, how many of those ties are really inevitable, how many of them are self-imposed by our collective or personal conscience?  Many of us want to escape the obligations deriving from them to explore a ‘free’ life, but total freedom is a Utopian ideal, defined by philosopher and anthropologist Roland Barthes as a world where there are ‘no conformities or stereotypes, no clichés or myths or anything which is either given or dictated; a world where it is possible to eschew all conflict because everyone and everything is allowed to be different’ – a beautiful and improbable dream; however freedom is a terrifying thing – some people cope with it by restricting themselves in order to make their world more manageable.

For the exhibition, we chose a space in which it would be possible to recreate a claustrophobic sensation.  The space we have selected is the Crypt at St Pancras Church. The church is somewhere people have sought refuge but its institutions such as the monastery and nunnery have also been places of living entombment where the inhabitants are enclosed in their cells and live by a unilateral religious doctrine. Barthes posed that if we are subject to the whims of language as a collectively recognised placement of signs and signifiers, then our ability to redefine words and images, to create our own language, allows us to assert and potentially attain our personal freedom.  In this context, the word ‘church’ can be defined then as both a sanctuary and a prison.  And the crypt?  Is it possible to redefine this space – physically going down onto another level, the act of going into a dark space much like entering the subconscious and playing with the notion of revealing and concealing darkness and light.  Come and see.

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Sultry 'Top Chef' Host And HSN Vendor Padma Lakshmi Gets Eye-Popping Profile In Page Six Magazine

Thursday’s Page Six Magazine from the New York Post has, as promised, a profile on “Top Chef” host and new HSN vendor Padma Lakshmi.

The sultry cook is depicted on the cover naked in a sexy pose, wearing what we believe is jewelry from the line she designed and is selling at Bergdorf Goodman.

Cover girl Lakshmi, who is divorced from writer Salman Rushdie, is pregnant. But Page Six could not get her to spill who the father is.

We’d link you to the Page Six Magazine story, but it’s not online yet.

But the article does mention Lakshmi’s the “Easy Exotic”, an array of teas and spices that she is selling on HSN.

“Jewels, spices and teas — I sound like Magellan,” Lakshmi told Page Six Magazine.

The hit “Top Chef” airs on Bravo.

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J. Scott Campbell: Ruining Your Fairy Tales

J. Scott Campbell is making a calendar that will go on any fanboy’s inside bathroom door especially if they watched a Disney movie praying for a Nip Slip.  Fucking disgusting.

In this post, I examine some images from J. Scott Campbell’s 2010 calendar with Fairy Tale princesses as sex objects, and I discuss the complete ridiculousness of ever trying to appear like a decent, fair person when you have this “artwork” on your track record.

You know, I haven’t seen anything so outrageous for awhile.  J. Scott Campbell’s newest work appears to not only exist for the full exploitation of childhood character favorites but to also rape the very idea of a world in which women can be viewed as equals and not sex tools.

To be clear, I am completely one for absolutely no censorship, ever.  I just find that when a highly used comic artist produces images like this it’s upsetting.  Not because they’re necessarily the one doing it or for the images themselves, but because the practice of dehumanizing women in comic books and comic-like artwork is so prevalent and deeply embedded within the industry.  J. Scott Campbell just happens to be an exemplar of this practice (as well as Jim Lee, Rob Liefeld, other predominately 90s artists, and even a lot of modern day artists).

To see some more of my opinions on the representation of women in comics, check out my Super HeroiHOT feature: http://mechanisticmoth.wordpress.com/super-heroihot/

Oh no! Little Miss Muffets shoe’s going to fall off with that pointed toe and all of that yummy, white “pourage” is going to spill on her dainty legs all because of some mean, mean spider.  Good thing she remembered to wear her undies.

Almost every one of these stilted calendar works of smut features placid deprecations of the female form.  Sure, the faces have a half ass attempt at showing expression, but they’re plastic.  Each fuckable/poseable/innocent-yet-sexy-and-foolish doll has a copy and paste figure and face of which none of the human population fits into the impossible proportions.

Not only do his nearly blasphemous reimaginings of characters oversexualize to a hyperdrive-like level, they appear completely impractical.  Belle’s Coconut sized breasts should be falling out of that corset number while her body quickly snaps over on itself.  Plus, the surrogate man, the Beast, dominates over her not only in physical appearance, but in the act of placing on her cloak like some pimp.

Snow White, you seem so surpised!  What, with your pouty lips and all.

The poor attempt at wit only further damages the images.  These photos are like B grade hentai or really colorful Tijuana comics posted on the bathroom stalls next to a couple glory holes and “call this number for a fun time”s.

Who sits like this when they eat!?  Oh yeah, I’ll lay my toned thighs out here… kink my back a little to show a hint of my ass and put out my tits… time to put the spoon in my mouth!

 Strangely, Campbell’s mock of talent that can actually go somewhere furthers into even the realm of Spider Man when this Goldilocks Image looks strangely like Campbell’s poorly construed bimbo-ified cover to Spider Man #601:

I purposely hold my coffee cup to accentuate my amazing cleavage, too!

Seriously, what is the point!?  What does this sort of misogynistic artwork accomplish?  Merely to corner stereotypes of Women (and for that matter, someone thinking that the majority of men would enjoy this shit) and slash it across a calendar that will fade with age and other things!?  Now, you can’t fault Campbell for at least decent artwork, but his talent is in the wrong place.  It conforms and projects itself as the norm: to mistreat and use women.

This image looks like Tinkerbell’s giving Captain hook a stripper dance!

Trust me, if you look and find these images on some other sites (the one’s that aren’t actually in arms about how insulting it is), you’ll find some of the most disgusting comments where you thought these people didn’t actually exist in the world because that type of sexism is just too fucked up.  Plus, others (women included) find some of these images funny.  I don’t understand if there’s any humor at all in these images because they’re so downright exploitative.  Seeing a hypersexual version of a character known (at least through the Disney versions) for their (near) chastity, innocence, and strong virtues.  Sure, I disagree also a lot about the Disney portrayals and how they subjugate women to waiting on men and being man’s personal bitch. 

That’s the Little Mermaid… Siren of the Seamen.

So, I find that what’s needed with these characters is something in between these sexual images and the Disney caricatures of classic female characters.  One in which the 50s mindset of Women’s Role being that of the houseslave does not exist and the Women’s role in Campbell’s work of being personal sex objects that we can basically rape with our eyes does not exist either.  An ideal model in between those extremes emphasizing the power of women (and for that matter transgenders) equalling (and often times surpassing) that of man.

Tiny ribcages that would most certainly crush all of the person’s internal organs are a requirement for the field of smut (and comic books), now.

It’s really no wonder that in the original story of Sleeping Beauty the prince raped her while she slept and she gave birth to twins (while still sleeping) with an arched foot like that!

Plus, did someone specially design that “sheet” for her so there could be a hole/perfect folding for her leg to come through?

Because, basically, I’m tired of images where women are naked for absolutely no reason (because, of course, men are never naked for absolutely no reason!) and are merely shown to give a boner to 13 year olds wondering what Sleeping Beauty looks like naked… and if vines were trying to enter her.  This is not sexy.  This is worthy of vomiting for a year of dissappointment over.

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