Review: '21 And Over' Is A Derivative, Wholly Unfunny Ode To College Shenanigans
The mythic college experience, the one dramatized in countless movies and television shows with a kind of oversized affection, involves a certain amount of reckless dangerousness, along with the all-important three B's – booze, brawling, and breasts. "21 and Over," a new comedy written and directed by Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, whose marginal notoriety came from writing the script that would eventually become "The Hangover," is one such movie, in which the cinematically heightened, beer-soaked college experience is a defining moment that trumps everything, including basic human decency.
Just like in "The Hangover," "21 and Over" opens in the middle of the story, with two twenty-something dudes walking through a college campus with nothing but a tube sock on their junk, their bare red asses branded and quite obviously spanked. One of the nondescript white guys (it's either Miles Teller from "Rabbit Hole" or Skylar Astin from "Pitch Perfect") says to the other, "That never happened," which, in bro-centric, hetero-normative cinema means, of course, that something incredibly gay just happened. (Turns out: it did.) The movie then flashes back to "One Day Earlier," and we watch Casey (Astin), who you can tell is the straight-laced one because a) he's Jewish and b) wearing a tie; and Miller (Teller), who you can tell is the irresponsible goofball because he's a) cursing like a longshoreman and b) has the frantic speech patterns of "Swingers"-era Vince Vaughn. They're visiting their BFF at college, Jeff Chang (Justin Chon), for his 21st birthday, at some fictional, vaguely Pacific northeastern college (it was filmed at the University of Washington, which wisely never identifies itself as such). And guess what? They are going to get sooooo fucked up!
The only problem is, of course, that Jeff Chang's father, a stern Asian stereotype played by Francois Chau, aka the weird guy from the "initiation" videos on "Lost" ("Welcome to the Pearl Station…"), has set up an important med school meeting for him the next morning at 7 AM. They decide to just go out for a little while, have a couple of drinks and then bring Jeff Chang back home in time for a restful few hours of sleep before his big interview. Of course, things do not go quite so smoothly, and the rest of the movie serves as a series of increasingly outrageous scenarios. Oh yeah and there's some toothy sorority girl (Sarah Wright) who Casey falls in love with or something.Of course, the crippling problem with "21 and Over" (or one of them at least) is that these outrageous scenarios are banal and threadbare, and in their attempt at escalating the severity of the inappropriateness, come across as even more painful and dull. There is also, of course, a groan-inducing amount of sexism and racism (at one point they break into a Latina sorority house, which gives you a nice, vanilla-and-chocolate swirl of the two) and general fuck-yeah bro-tastic dudery, which includes (but is not limited to) topless girls at a bonfire, a gun going off in a crowded location (even more iffy in the current socio-political climate), slow-motion barf, public urination, multiple gay make-out sessions and a teddy bear being forcibly ripped off of a man's penis. Not to count my chickens, but I think the 2014 Oscar race is all locked up.
A lot of the central part of the movie concerns the two friends transporting an unconscious Jeff Chang around the campus, which turns the whole operation into an impromptu, college-set remake of "Weekend at Bernie's" (How has no one ever thought of that before? If you're going to remake "Red Dawn"…) As it turns out, a college-set remake of "Weekend at Bernie's" is terribly unfunny and boring. There are small attempts at characterization and "deeper meaning," but it's like the filmmakers took notes during a John Hughes marathon without ever investigating why those moments in those movies actually work. "They're in there, so they should be in our movie," was probably the line of thinking. It doesn't work out too well.
From imdb:
Two extended sequences in which two young men are shown nude except for tube socks on their genitals. Bare buttocks and pubic hair are shown. Another young man is shown urinating on a crowd of people and doing a drunken dance on a lawn with a stuffed animal attached to his genitals. Bare buttocks are shown in both scenes. When the stuffed animal is pulled off, the stretched penis is shown in a quick shot. There are a couple of random shots of bare-breasted women. Two women are shown making out as part of an initiation ritual.
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Banshee Q-and-A: Ivana Milicevic Talks Lucas/Carrie Romance; Hints At Trouble On The Way
It was the moment "Banshee" fans were waiting for. At the end of last week's episode - Carrie and Lucas finally found themselves together again, romantically.
But will the happy moment between Antony Starr's Lucas and Ivana Milicevic's Carrie last very long? In a new interview, Ivana hinted at what's ahead in this Friday's very big episode (especially for Carrie/Ana) of "Banshee" -- one which she told AccessHollywood.com left her bruised!
AccessHollywood.com: Last week, after the hostage crisis at the school in the town of Banshee, Carrie and Lucas ended up on the news. How bad is that going to be, repercussion-wise?
Ivana: Really, really bad. [Ana/Carrie's father] Rabbit is such a loose cannon that what the audience has to realize is, he if he finds me, he could possibly kill me and my whole family. He might not maybe, but he also totally might... It's [not] -- you're his daughter, those are his grandchildren. No, he might totally, if the mood catches him, kill everybody. This is the kind of man he is. Obviously, Carrie's going to try to do everything, forever, to try to prevent that... but it's really ominous.
Access: Rabbit is so crazy, he's shocked his own hair into becoming white.
Ivana: Exactly. Write that down.
Access: How huge is this episode?
Ivana: It's a very huge episode for Carrie and a very big episode for [Proctor's niece] Rebecca.
Access: Carrie and Lucas start the episode out back together. Can we expect any happy times for them?
Ivana: I don't think so (laughs)... Carrie's a really difficult character to play. I would love for her to be happy. I would love, just a flashback scene of a happy day because it's a character that's put in an impossible position and no, I don't see happiness coming for either of them.
Access: Olek is in town (we saw him in the diner last week). How bad is that?
Ivana: Well, it's an omen. If he's there, it's just a matter of time before Rabbit's there and it's kind of interesting -- why is he there without Rabbit? It's just unraveling. It's just another example of how sh** is spiraling out of control - for Carrie, for Lucas... well, really mostly for them... and for everything that they hold dear.
Access: Gordon Hopewell, Carrie's husband, is beginning to suspect something is amiss too.
Ivana: I think it's that thing of how people intuitively know everything. Whether or not they want to turn a blind eye, they know intuitively when something is up and I think that's what's happening with Gordon Hopewell. He knows that he knows something. He doesn't know what.... But something is off and now, I believe, for Gordon, it's about to get a little bit crazy.
Access: Before the episode airs, if you rated it on a scale of 1-10, how intense is this episode?
Ivana: For just Episode 8? [Episodes] 8, 9 and 10 go into each other, but it's, for my character I'm going to say [Episode] 8 is an 8, [Episode] 9 is a 9 and [Episode] 10 is a 10. The buildup -- it's pretty intense and I know shooting it was really hard. I mean, I had a black eye, I had a swollen ankle. It was a really long hard day.
"Banshee" airs at 10 PM on Fridays on Cinemax.
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Studies Abroad: The Case for Couchsurfing
Rose Courteau Student, Williams College
Two months ago I found myself disrobing in front of a man I had met only a day before -- just the two of us, naked. No, this isn't what I do on a second date; we were couchsurfers -- he my host and I his guest. The guys loves saunas -- so much so that he had one installed within his home office and invites all of his guests to sit in the sauna with him, clothing optional but discouraged. "It's not the same with a towel on," he said.
Couchsurfing is hardly a new practice, and most college kids have done it before, perhaps not by design. But couchsurfing.org, launched in 2003, takes the concept to another level. It operates similar to a dating website, except that instead of looking for people to sleep with, members look for beds to sleep on. With over 5 million members scattered across all countries, it is almost certain that if you can locate a hostel, you can find a couchsurfer host nearby, eager to host you for free.
For students studying abroad, who want a change of scenery but cannot afford to stay in hotels or hostels, it is a particularly practical option. This is what prompted me to join a few months ago. But after couchsurfing in Portugal for a month over winter break, I vouch for its worth even if money is no object. Without further ado, I offer six reasons to try couchsurfing this spring break:
1. You get the inside scoop. Even Google is no match for a native when it comes to learning what a place has to offer -- and what you can pass on. For those who get overwhelmed by lists of must-sees, your host can help you cut through hype and prioritize the most worthy sights--saving you time and money. For those like myself, who count learning the names of local pastries as cultural enrichment, hosts can assuage any lingering guilt you have about being a terrible tourist.
2. You learn new things -- and not just from travel brochures and museum pamphlets. The night I spent at my first host's, he made carbonara -- which he had learned from an Italian girl he had previously hosted. It was delicious; I proceeded to make carbonara for every host I stayed with that month, earning me easy kudos.
3. You can go places you wouldn't otherwise go. Peniche, a small town located on the southern coast, is known for its waves, which draw thousands of (real) surfers from around the world. I arranged to stay with a guy who lived "just outside of Peniche," naively picturing his house in walking distance of the shore. Imagine my surprise when I found it in a small, provincial village 15 minutes' drive away from the tourist mecca that I had anticipated. However, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I got to see a community completely off of the tourist grid whose sole economy lay in agriculture, and I got to hear about its history -- including the local effects of European Union policies -- from someone whose family had lived there for generations. Even if I had the forethought to seek such a place out, I wouldn't have had the wherewithal to get there without my host, since no buses ran to the area.
4. You meet all sorts of people. Case in point: My first host was a monkish Ph.D candidate writing a thesis on Kantian aesthetics, who lived in a Spartan condominium in the wealthy seaside area of Porto. He chooses not to tip wait staff on principle, since, he told me over a meal of blood rice, he thinks it amounts to charity and encourages the state to maintain its low minimum wage. My next host -- the sauna enthusiast -- was a financial advisor living in the historical downtown, who hosts in part because it "helps him not work so much." After dining out one evening, I asked him what he thought of tipping and mentioned my last host's philosophy. "That's just a way to avoid paying," he told me. But later, when I asked him what he thinks of couchsurfers as a species (he's been hosting since 2004), his answer was more generous. "They all believe in the human spirit," he told me. I found that to be true of my hosts as well.
5. You learn to be a guest. Social wisdom pays lots of attention to the art of hosting, but not as much to the art of mooching. Being a good guest is hard. As one friend, with whom I crossed paths in Lisbon, put it, "When you're the guest, you don't have control." You have to take hosts at their word when they say, for example, to make yourself at home. But you must also be attentive to what they want -- which is mainly some conversation and respect. As the Ph.D student put it: "Hosts are not hostels."
6. You surprise yourself. I'm going to cheat a little on this one, since traveling alone is generally a good way to do this. But staying with new people adds an additional element. Picture couchsurfing as a party: If you go with a friend, you might have a good time (or not, depending on the party), but you'll be a unit, considerably less elastic as an individual. This is not to berate the wingman; wingmen are great. But you don't need them to travel.
By now, I'm sure you're champing at the bit to go couchsurfing. So let me add one piece of advice: Be open to the weird. I don't say this as an adventurous bohemian, but as someone who is risk-averse, who buckles her seatbelt for five-minute cab rides. The great thing about travel is that so many of the things we don't want to risk -- our reputation and even our dignity -- aren't really in danger as they are in our daily lives. This may not be the most courageous rationale, but it is freeing. If you do something you don't want people to know about, you don't have to tell them. Or do tell them; after all, saying you "figured it would make for a good story" is a perfectly acceptable way to ironize questionable choices. This was, in part, what bolstered me as I slipped off my towel in that hot sauna. The things I do for conversation, I thought. And yet, two months later, I not only can say that I made bare-assed small talk with a stranger, but also that -- really -- the sauna is so much better without a towel.
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Experiment! In Which I Test The Penis Size/Shoe Size Myth On Male Porn Stars
I am a writer.
Having said that, I ask that you bear in mind how broad that category is. I call myself a writer, and so does Philip Roth. So does my personal public enemy #1, a young woman I met in college who writes lip gloss reviews for a living. My point is that being a writer can mean a wide variety of things, and this week, for me, it meant getting in touch with male porn stars. Or rather, trying and mostly failing to get in touch with male porn stars.
The story started as all good stories do: With a penis. Surely you’ve heard the saying that you can judge a penis just by looking at the feet. Well, the other day I was sitting around bored and aimless, trying to decide what to write, when I started thinking about penises. This happens often, but on this specific occasion, the penises I’d started thinking about were The Penises That I Have Known. (I used CAPS just then because when you write about The Penises That You Have Known, it is important to be respectful.) Anyway, there I was thinking about The Penises That I Have Known, and as I continued thinking about them, I wondered if maybe there wasn’t a story there, a story in investigating whether the saying is true.
Alas: Although I could bring to mind the penises, I couldn’t remember the feet. It occurred to me then that thing to do would be to prove/disprove the idea, not with reference to my own experience, but by using male porn stars. Their penises are available to view, of course, so all I’d have to do was find the shoe size.
My current project lay before me. Was it ridiculous? It was. But remember: I’m a writer. And not in the vein of Philip Roth.
My first order of business was to familiarize myself with male porn stars. This would take some doing, as I’m not a big one for porn-watching. And that, in turn, is because A) I find it too rough to be much of a turn on, and B) When I do see porn, I can’t ever shake the feeling that the woman’s being raped. Which is dark, I know. But that is how I see it.
The issues overlap, of course. Anyway, the point for this particular piece is that I didn’t know the names of any male porn stars. So fine. I’d have to Google them.
I Googled “Well-endowed male porn stars.”
Why I wrote “well-endowed,” I’m not so sure. Reflecting on it now, I probably wanted to keep things interesting, to see some stuff I hadn’t seen before.
“Well-endowed male porn stars” led me to “StripperWeb” where I found a helpful plethora of names. The list included – but was not limited to! – the following: Mandingo, Jack Napier, Shane Diesel, Castro Supreme, Lexington Steele, Peter North, Frederick LaMont, Billy Glide, Danny Dong, James Deen, John Holmes, Jonny Wadd, Sledge Hammer, Blackzilla, Dick Shagswell, Ron Jeremy, Rocco Siffred, Seymour Butts, Buttman, Preston Parker, Shorty Mac, Jez Christ, White Pony and Vick from Teenburg. Some of these guys were dead and some were way too famous. I took my time, carefully weeding my list down to 12.
“The lucky 12,” I called them.
I attempted correspondence. Which, as a process, raised the question of exactly how one goes about contacting a porn star for the sole purpose of learning his shoe size. I knew Facebook and Twitter would be a help, but even so, I’d have to drum up a message. I’d have to figure out the way to ask. I went with formal, professional, direct. I messaged them on Facebook first.
Dear Mr. Glide/Steele/Dong/Supreme, etc.,I don’t mean to boast, but I was impressed with myself for having written the email but avoided the phrase “your penis.” I knew these gents would’ve confronted bolder things than that in their line of work. But bawdy as I am when writing publicly, I’m quite prudish where interpersonal communication is concerned. I would sooner do a load of laundry than sext, you see, so for me, “your penis” was too much.
I hope you’ll pardon the email from a total stranger, but I’m writing to request an interview. I’m a writer for various women’s websites, and I’m currently working on a piece wherein I investigate the correlation between penis size and shoe size … to see if there is, in fact, truth to the saying that you can judge one by the other. My investigation, as it were, consists of contacting gentleman in the adult entertainment industry to see if they will share their shoe size. If you have a quick moment in which to share yours, I’d be so very grateful.
Warm regards,
Sara Barron
After messaging on Facebook, I followed up on Twitter. As you can’t message someone on Twitter unless he/she is following you already, I had to tweet the gentlemen directly. Most of them had XXX in their name. Which, over the course of a day, meant my Twitter feed began to look like this:
@shaneXXXdiesel Hey ho, Mr. Diesel! Just messaged you on FB. Love to see if you’re free for an interview. Let me know! All best, Sara B.
@BillyGlideXXX Hi ho, Billy! Just messaged you on FB. Let me know if you’d be available for a quick, pain-free interview! Thanks! – Sara B.
@DannyDXXX Hidey ho, Danny D.! Just hit you up via your website. I’d love to trouble you for a quick interview if you’ve got a free moment!
@PornSpider Hi Porn Spider. I’m a writer, and I’m trying to find a few brave male porn actors for a few brief interviews…
A day went by, and though none of the gentleman had written back, several of them had favorited my tweets. My tweets to them. And yet they weren’t responding.
Another day went by, and two of the gentleman started following me (in the Twitter sense of the word, of course). It was Castro Supreme and ShaneXXXdiesel. Then Castro Supreme messaged me directly.
“What’s ur phone #?” he wrote. “Email pictures to me and Skype me.”
So I responded.
In direct message #1 I wrote:
“Oh! So I’m just a writer. No photos to offer, I’m afraid! I was hoping you could just provide me with your shoe size as well as your…And then in direct message #2:
“ …penis size? In inches? Sorry to be so bold! I’m working on a piece about figuring out whether there’s a correspondence between the two!”There it was. The phrase “penis size.” But my feeling was that if he’d thrown down the gauntlet with asking me for photos, I might as well shave a few minutes off my own research methods by asking him directly for his penis size.
But Castro Supreme did not write back.
ShaneXXXDiesel was still in play, though, now that he’d started following me. I decided to message him as well.
In direct message #1 I wrote:
“Mr. Diesel! I’d love to interview you for a piece I’m writing for a women’s website. If you’ve got a quick second, please let me know your…”And then in direct message #2:
“… shoe size and penis size. The piece is about trying to prove whether the old saying is true, that you can tell one from the other. Thanks!”Once you’ve bit the bullet and asked one man his penis size, it’s as though you’ve asked all men their penis size. It ceases to embarrass you.
A day went by, and ShaneXXXDiesel wrote back.
“Sure,” he wrote. “Ask always ”
Which was weird, I thought, since I had already asked. Perhaps I needed to be clearer.
I responded, “Thank u for being so available! In which case: Can you please share: a) What size shoe you wear? and b) How many inches your penis is? Thnx!”
Another day went by. Again, Shane Diesel responded.“Shoe ten-and-a-half,” he wrote. “Penis ten and a half.”
I Googled Shane Diesel to remind myself what he looked like and to verify his claim. And what I saw was, well, a very large penis. A very large penis. Every inch of ten inches, it was. I suppose on some visceral level this aroused me, but mostly I just felt afraid. For my vagina, and the vaginas of women everywhere.
In the end, I never heard back from any of the other male porn stars. Which (lest it bears mention), means I didn’t do so well in terms of verifying or debunking a myth. However, I did succeed in convincing my mother that my Twitter account had been hacked. She regularly checks it when she’s feeling bored, and she saw all those XXXs and the phrase “PornSpider”, and she felt compelled to text me directly.
“Have u been hacked?” she wrote.
“No,” I wrote. “I’m trying to get info from male porn stars for a piece I’m writing. I’ve been trying to get them via Twitter.”
“Oy vey,” she wrote. “Pls b careful. OK? Pls meet them in a public spce?”
“I can’t promise you that,” I wrote back. “I have work to do as a writer, Mom, and if it involves bringing unknown men back to my apartment, then so be it.”
I was kidding, of course. But after enough exposure to male porn stars, you do have to wonder if perhaps your own life couldn’t stand for some livening up. Even if it comes from the simple things, like tormenting your own mom.
Update 2/28/13 , 2:33 P.M.:
After this article was published, Castro Supreme direct messaged me twice.
The first message said: “Ok.”
The second: “Let’s fuck.”
How satisfying an epilogue is that?
Sara Barron is the author of People Are Unappealing and the forthcoming book Eating While Peeing (And Other Adventures) For more info, visit her website.
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This movie crossed my radar recently and I am pretty excited to see it. After watching the trailer for Casting Couch I began to think, maybe I should do this? The release of the flick isn’t until March 12th 2013 so I still have some time to make that happen. Also what I love seeing about this movie is an old friend of ours, Kayla Collins, making an appearance! Kayla Collins is the first Playboy Model that Faded Industry ever booked in Pittsburgh back in 2008.
Casting Couch was an official selection and the opening night film of the 6th Annual Mockfest Film Festival in November 2012. With an oversized cast of Hollywood’s hottest up and coming starlets, the event quickly sold out and was awarded BEST DIRECTOR and BEST WRITER (Jason Lockhart), along with HOTTEST GIRL (Mindy Robinson) and BEST PICTURE (The Zelig Award).
Synopsis:
Desperate to meet new girls, six down-on-their-luck guys come up with the ultimate plan to hook up – cast a fake movie. When tons of hot chicks show up for the audition, it’s a matter of who’s willing to go the farthest to get the part! Packed with enough crude humor and sexy girls for a dozen movies, Casting Couch is a hilarious scam that’s about to get real!
“I wanted to make something sexy and raunchy, but memorable,” says Jason Lockhart. “Something my fraternity brothers could quote… And I hope it makes Christopher Guest smile.”
“This is so much more than your standard T-and-A comedy,” shares the film’s producer, Brian Karr. “The writing is quick and smart and really sets it apart.”
This might not be a Judd Apatow film starring Will Ferrell and Kristen Wigg, but its lineup of characters delivers something fresh – a brand new gang – something audiences haven’t seen much of since American Pie, Can’t Hardly Wait or Dazed and Confused. The guys are really freaking funny, and a few of their Casting Couch “victims” are Mayra Leal (Machete), Mindy Robinson (Take Me Out), Jessica Rose (LonelyGirl15, Greek), Michelle Pierce (NCIS), Chasty Ballesteros (The Newsroom) and newcomer Kayla Collins (August 2008 Playboy Playmate).
Screen Media Films has signed on to distribute the hilarious new comedy, Casting Couch, which becomes available on March 12th at major outlets including Amazon, Blockbuster, iTunes, Barnes and Noble, Kmart, Xbox Marketplace, and more!
Casting Couch is an Angry Leo production. The company also recently completed its second feature film, SILENT BUT DEADLY (Dawn Wells, Lee Meriwether, Martin Kove, Rip Taylor, Bruce Vilanch) and is currently moving forward with several projects.
* surprised to find Jessica Rose among the cast. She was so sweet and angelic in Greek. 29-years old busty Eurasian Chasty Rose Ballesteros will bare her Canadian knockers for the first time on-cam.
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At The Gallows
Summer of 1633. A soldier guards a corpse at the gallows. The area is known for its witches, rumored to be stealing corpses and using body parts for their strange rituals. The soldier falls asleep and awakes to find the body has disappeared. He panics and flees into the forest where he comes across a seductive woman. She lures him to her house where a dark and sinister night unfolds. Lust, fear and delusion mingle into a frenzied night as the mysterious woman proposes an unexpected solution to the problem of the missing corpse.
Miss Delaware Teen USA Offered $250K Job At YouPorn
Written by Vince Mancini / 02.28.13
If there’s a down-and-out attractive girl in the news, you can bet there’ll be a porn company publicly offering her a job within the week. It’s a win-win for them. She either accepts, in which case, woohoo, more porn; or declines, in which case you still get free advertising for your site. So it is with YouPorn today and
Here’s the open letter, via TMZ:
My name is Brandon Burns and I am the Marketing Director for Youporn.com. We are the largest adult site on the internet and one of the top websites in the world averaging over 15 million visitors a day. While you may have surrendered your tiara for Miss Teen USA, we’d like to keep that pretty head of yours topped with ours, and name you Miss Youporn!Does he mean he wants her to wear his head on top of hers, or his tiara on top of her head? You never know when these porn guys are using poor grammar or just being kinky.
We’d like to offer you a compensation package of over $250,000 this year to go across the world and promote our site. We believe your incredible beauty and personality coupled with our internet traffic is a “win win” for both of us.Again, strangely, the offer doesn’t appear to involve actually doing any sex on camera. Unless there’s some sick new UrbanDictionary definition of “tiara” that I’m not aware of. Anyway, if, as Miss Teen Delaware USA, Melissa King was expected to make appearances at state fairs and christen charity dunking booths, God only knows the kind of events she’d be getting invited to as Miss YouPorn. Would she cut the ribbon on Joe Francis’s latest sex trial? Break ground on new locations of Sunset Tan?
We believe this story will only catapult your career and could really expose you to an entirely different audience. Many famous directors and producers frequent our site daily, we know this due to the emails we receive from them. I am sure through your travels with us as Miss Youporn, you will meet a lot of incredible people and see the world. We’d love to sit down with you and your representatives at your earliest
convenience. Please email me at braden@youporn.com.
But on a serious note, Melissa King is apparently a scholar, a competitive gymnast, and an artist, which is all pretty impressive considering she was a foster kid from the age of 12 to 18. So yeah, this porn thing will probably prevent her from working for a fashion magazine or become a sideline reporter like she said she wanted to, but those are lame rom-com jobs anyway. It doesn’t mean she’s limited to becoming Miss YouPorn. There are as many potential sideline reporters as there are pretty girls. What society’s actually pretty short on are intelligent people willing to break sexual taboos and report back on it for the vicarious thrill of us normals. Maybe try to explore this experience in an honest way instead of pretending it didn’t happen? I mean, it worked for Diablo Cody.
Anyway, just a thought. What do you think, fellow Delaware resident Joe Biden?
Melissa King Sex Tape Miss Teen Delaware Gives Up Crown After Porn Revelation
On Tuesday Melissa King relinquished her title as Miss Delaware Teen USA 2013 because of pressure from public moral condemnation of her scandalous actions. In what has become a classic case of good girl gone bad, King voluntarily gave up her sash and crown when a pornographic video of her (NSFW, obviously) and an unknown man leaked to an amateur porn website called “Girls Do Porn.” Although King insists that she “is absolutely not” the girl in the video, the subject states at the beginning that she has done beauty pageants including Miss Teen, and that she has a March birthday, which King does. The Miss Teen USA pageant officials asked King to renounce her title, joining a long list of beauty pageant franchises that have been known for dethroning beauty queens who didn’t fit the young, virginal, wholesome mold.Yet, is there not inherent hypocrisy in pageants that reward contestants on the basis of their physical attractiveness, and then denounce them for capitalizing on their sexual appeal through nude photographs or porn? What is the difference between making money by walking a runway in a skimpy bathing suit on national television, and posing nude for Penthouse? There is a thin line between what constitutes acceptable sexual objectification and unacceptable exploitation of that sexual appeal. Supporters of beauty pageants often cite two major arguments when defending the obligatory morality of contestants. One rationale is that the women who win these contests are supposed to be role models for young girls. The other is that upon winning contestants are often awarded scholarships through their corporate sponsors, and so they represent the reputation of both the sponsors and the state they are from. Let’s examine these claims.
Miss Teen USA judges its contestants on their performance in three competitions: swimsuit, evening gown, and interview. The first two competitions are simply about who looks and presents themselves best, while the third is merely a brief assessment of character. Sample interview questions include what makes you blush? and what social causes mean the most to you? According to pageant eligibility rules to enter you must be between the ages of 14 and 19 and “must not have ever been married, not had a marriage annulled nor given birth to, or parented, a child. The titleholders are also required to remain single throughout their reign.” Given all this, it is safe to say that when contestants enter they willingly submit to being judged not on the basis of their talents or intellect, but on their physical attractiveness and popularity.
It should be noted that even those pageants that require a “talent” competition the talents are always something stereotypically feminine like singing, playing an instrument, tap dancing, or cheerleading. Are sex appeal and femininity the qualities that we want to highlight as most important to young women? If these girls were truly supposed to act as role models for a younger generation why do we judge them based on their ability to be the objects of our sexual desire? It was for this precise reason that feminists boycotted the Miss America pageant in 1968.
We ask an extraordinary feat of these women. Contests like Miss USA, Miss Teen USA, and Miss Universe award value to the most sexually alluring candidates; yet they don’t allow these women to take ownership of their most prized quality. The system these women are judged by is paradoxical. How can we judge Melissa King for monetarily capitalizing on the quality that has gained her the most fame and appreciation: her seductiveness? It seems as though both King and her corporate sponsors like Donald Trump — one of the co-owners of the pageant — are engaged in a mutual sex-for-money business.
Let's reiterate the facts. Girls enter in order to be awarded money and prizes based on the sexiness of their bodies. How is this any different than porn? One acts with the façade of being a morally virtuous institution, whereas the other lays it all out in the open. Within both these industries King’s body is her own sexual property, and like all personal property she is entitled to do whatever she chooses with it. How can one argue that it is justified to sell one's body in a pageant, yet not any other venue? What should really be condemned in this case is not King, but rather the disingenuous moral code by which these pageants operate.
On Howard Stern’s radio show show Donald Trump stated in regards to King’s video that if she had not voluntarily resigned “we probably would have had to” fire her, but also added that Stern should “call me and let me know how good it is.”
It seems obvious that these corporate tycoons are in on the game.
By fitsnews – February 28, 2013Female Reporter Rebukes “House Of Cards”
IT'S ALL MEN'S FAULT
We’re surprised it took this long but a female scribe in Washington, D.C. is finally debunking the “popular fiction” that female politicos use sex to advance their professional careers.This “fiction” is a primary focus of House of Cards, a critically acclaimed Netflix original series about a conniving congressman who uses an ambitious young female reporter to advance his nefarious ends (as well as his sexual desires). In one scene, a veteran female reporter who uncovers their relationship empathizes with her younger colleague, saying “we’ve all done it.”
Not so says Marin Cogan of The New Republic, who not only rebukes this premise but goes a step further and places the blame for this perception almost exclusively on male shoulders.
“We have not ‘all done it …’” Cogan writes, referring to the House of Cards screenplay. “And yet, the reporter-seductress stereotype persists, in part because some men in Washington refuse to relinquish it.”
Wait … so women sleeping their way to the top in Washington is a male-created problem?
Cogan isn’t done with her dude-bashing …
“Studies suggest that men are more likely than women to interpret friendly interest as sexual attraction, and this is a constant hazard for women in the profession,” she writes.
Really?
“Tell that to the last woman who offered to suck my dick in exchange for a friendly story,” this website’s founding editor interjected.
Look, we don’t doubt that there are men in Washington who are absolute pigs – in addition to full-on fascists. And we don’t doubt that there are female reporters who have to put up with all sorts of bullshit and harassment from them. But to presume that men are unilaterally responsible – or even predominantly responsible – for the slew of unethical interaction between reporters and sources (or aspiring politicos and established ones) is ridiculous.
Seriously … in addition to the “negotiable virtue” of far too many professional women, does Cogan not believe women in power also leak stories to sexy male scribes in exchange for some of their “negotiable virtue?”
Personally we don’t give a rat’s ass if reporters bang their sources. In fact we know one prominent national reporter covering presidential politics in South Carolina who has banged practically every young Republican girl in the state.
And so what?
This is a marketplace of ideas, people – and we don’t begrudge people for doing what they have to do to get ahead in that marketplace (unless of course it involves wasting tax dollars). At the end of the day stories are either good (like this one) or they suck … whether anybody got sucked in the process is usually irrelevant.
As the editor of the sports website Deadspin once observed, “it’s all professional wrestling” anyway.
What we refuse to tolerate is any more of this sanctimonious, “woe are we” female victimization babble.
Frankly, we have more respect for women who sleep their way to the top than women who bitch and moan about men being responsible for all their problems.
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Get Your Ramen With a Side of Boobs at Tokyo Bar
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Have you ever heard of Boobs Ramen? That’s the nickname for a bar in Tokyo where, much like Hooters in the US, the most appealing aspect of the joint is always on display. But apparently the food is pretty good too. Our Mr. Sato took one for the team and went to check it out.
Is boobs ramen really a thing?
Yes, we can attest that it is. Your fearless writer went to check it out and can report back that we saw a whole lotta boobies.
Nice eye-contact, but my boobs are down here.
When owner Takako Hayakawa leans her ample bosom over the counter, you can’t help but stare. Her boobs are just so big and nicely proportioned that your eyes are naturally drawn there. You know you’re staring, and you feel uncomfortable about it, but you can’t stop! That’s OK, though; I don’t think she minds.
But don’t get the wrong idea!
This isn’t some sleazy sex shop though. It’s a totally wholesome and regular bar… whose owner happens to have really fascinating breasts. But she still chats quite naturally with both male and female customers and provides them with a nice, relaxing atmosphere.
She has a very big… heart.
Sorry, we probably should have said this sooner, but the actual name of the bar is Ramen Bar/Snack Izakaya, and everything on the food menu is made by Hayakawa’s loving hands. Plump dumplings, ramen, pizza, all the breast–I mean, best!–snack foods are on offer. We tried a few things and, although our memory is a bit hazy about this, they all tasted like they were cooked with love.
The reason this place is known as Boobs Ramen is its most popular menu item, the ramen noodles. The slightly sweet soup made with lots of nori seaweed extract tastes delicious and thick. It goes down quite smoothly, leaving a happy sense of satisfaction almost like resting your tired head on a soft bosom.
But I really like her for her personality.
Suddenly, we realized we’d been hanging out here for over three hours! Really the popularity of this place is built on a lot more than the owner’s chest. She’s really kind, energetic and open-hearted, and she has the kind of wonderful personality that people just love. A lot of customers are absolutely charmed by her and resolve to come again as soon as possible.
In case you were wondering: they’re I-cups.
Hayakawa is actually a former “gravia idol”, or sexy bikini model. She even has some DVDs to her name. No wonder she is so confidently beautiful!
Shop info:
Ramen Bar/Snack Izakaya
Tokyo, Meguro-ku, Meguro Honmachi 4-3-14
Open 7 p.m.-7 a.m. (or until she gets tired) every day
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Talking About Escorts with Julia Stiles
By Mark Svartz
"I had lunch with a lot of different girls who work as escorts. And I did entertain the idea of like, oh, what would happen, just as a psychological experiment, if I decided to pay her for the hour and I could do whatever I wanted? And for a second that was hot."
There's very little territory that Julia Stiles hasn't covered. Big screen, small screen, Broadway, Off-Broadway. Shakespeare, dance-offs, action films like the Bourne series, TV dramas like Dexter, and recently the Oscar winner Silver Linings Playbook. And now with Blue, Stiles has taken on a new genre and a new medium, starring as a call girl in the web series produced by the YouTube channel Wigs. New episodes of the show are coming soon. We recently called up Stiles to talk about the world of escorting and a few other things, including trophy wives, aromatherapy, and avoiding the pole.
MARK SVARTZ: So let's talk about the oldest profession. Farmers must be bummed they never copyrighted that title.
JULIA STILES: I was thinking the same thing. It seems deceptive to call it the oldest profession. It also seems like somewhat of a copout. Calling it the oldest profession makes it okay, because it's old?
MS: It doesn't necessarily make it okay, but it does make it seem like it's vital for society. Though I'm sure it's tougher to play than, say, a farmer.
JS: I've always been a little reluctant to play a call girl. Even though I'm very intrigued and fascinated by that subject matter, maybe I was too shy or scared. But I really love the way director Rodrigo Garcia handled it, showing the girl from all angles so she's not just defined by this job. Have you ever slept with a prostitute?
MS: No, can't say I have.
JS: Why's that? Just curious.
MS: I've had this discussion with friends. It's such a gray area. I mean, to some extent, we all sort of pay for sex.
JS: That's so funny. My character actually says that to somebody at some point... We all pay for sex in one form or another.
MS: Well, it's true. Isn't having a trophy wife paying for sex? Taking a date to the Sizzler in exchange for a little something?
JS: Sure, there's buying a girl dinner and all that. There are still social norms and etiquette that you kinda have to adhere to. But when you actually hire an escort, it's a different mindset. Sometimes there's the pretend Oh, we're going on a date. But from a lot of the men I talked to when researching my role, there's often an understanding that this is purely business.
MS: I guess I just feel that hooking has gotten a bad rap. It's no worse than giving a one-night-stand cab fare home.
JS: I think it all comes down to how the two people treat each other. And then of course you get into the whole legal thing. As long as you exchange money, it's considered illegal, at least in most states.
MS: I'm actually surprised it's still against the law. It should be considered therapy. There's psychotherapy and physical therapy and aromatherapy... This one's all three.
JS: [Laughs.] Have you ever even been tempted to hire a prostitute?
MS: I guess everyone's been tempted. I've also been tempted to get the Karate Kid logo tattooed on my back. But no, never to the point where it was a real possibility. There's that mental barrier of paying for sex.
JS: Would you look down on it as something embarrassing or something shameful, or is it the opposite... something cool?
MS: I don't look down on it. I think of it as a release, like anything else. Some people prefer talking to therapists. Some hit the bar or the gym. Some go to Disneyland. And then some sleep with hookers. Have youever considered it?
JS: Have I considered what?
JS: No, I think it's very different the other way around. Personally, nothing about that turns me on. It doesn't excite me because ultimately I would know that whatever interest they were feigning would have to do with money. But it's a little bit different for guys and girls. For women, I think that intimacy is a lot more important.
MS: I like to cuddle, but sure, I hear you.
JS: I guess I'd be a little uncomfortable. I mean, I apologize to waiters if I drop a fork. I think I would have a hard time employing the services of an escort.
MS: And in both cases you've gotta leave a pile of money on the table.
JS: When I was doing research for Blue, I interviewed and had lunch with a lot of different girls who work as escorts. And I did entertain the idea of like, oh, what would happen, just as a psychological experiment, if I decided to pay her for the hour and I could do whatever I wanted? And for a second that was hot, and then I decided that I could never do that to another human being.
MS: Right? It feels weird.
JS: It would be empty.
MS: Though I will say, it doesn't sound as weird when they're called "escorts." It sounds classy and professional, versus "hooker."
JS: [Laughs.] Whatever name you dress it up in — hooker, prostitute, escort, call girl — feels the same to me.
MS: I dunno. The Ford Escort sounds way more sophisticated than the Ford Whoremobile.
JS: Name aside, the thing I loved about playing an escort is seeing her as a fully formed human being, not just her job. And exploring the mental tricks that she had to play on herself to be able to go ahead with it and not have it destroy her. But she's an individual. We're not saying this is what happens to all call girls.
MS: Well, it's not your standard nine-to-five that you just happen to fall into. Escorting seems like the kind of profession that you truly have to choose hard, and I'm sure every girl has a very unique, specific motivation for doing it. Like paying for medical school, or saving up for that stamp collection.
JS: With Blue, she loves the attention she gets from men, which stems from a deeply troubled childhood, but she soon feels that that's the only thing she can succeed at. It sounds so perverse, but the thing that she's comfortable with is when she's in control with a client, which is a false sense of comfort.
MS: So you've done lots of research on call girls. Do they tend to use punny names like strippers do, like Chocolate and Honey, or do they use realistic names, like Carol?
JS: They use real "girl" names, which is maybe for psychological protection, so they feel like they're playing a part or a character separate from themselves.
MS: That makes sense. I feel like with a stripper, I'm just getting entertained, so I want a fun name, like Spinderella. I don't want a stripper named Deborah any more than I want to watch a circus performer named Michael the Clown. But with an escort, I want it to sound as real as a girlfriend, something like Rachel Goldberg.
JS: That makes sense. Most of the call girls and escorts I met with focused on a real-girlfriend experience. But there are so many different experiences and pay grades. There's sort of a niche for everything.
MS: So do you think we'll ever reach a point where it becomes a respected profession? Or at least an accepted one?
JS: Well, I was actually pretty amazed at how prolific it already is... I guess it's tricky in Los Angeles because it's all wrapped up in actors and models and stuff, but it wasn't hard to find people soliciting escorts or working as escorts, and I'm sure that's true in many cities. So isn't it accepted already? It's permissible, but you just turn a blind eye to it, right?
MS: But that's exactly it. We have to pussyfoot around it. We all want it to exist, so we sugarcoat it. We don't call them strippers; they're "dancers." We don't call them prostitutes; they're "escorts." They're white lies. It's like calling a pediatrician a "lollipop distributor" — sure, he hands 'em out, but that's not what he's there for.
JS: Yeah, we still have the moral filter. We all know it exists and there is sort of a stigma, but not really. We know it's there, we know there's a market for escorts, but most people wouldn't want their daughters doing it. It's like Chris Rock said: "My only job is to keep her off the pole."
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Already a Cinema Veteran at 19
By KATHRYN SHATTUCK
“Here, touch it,” Julia Garner instructed, offering up her wild mane of springy blond curls. “It’s not a big deal. We’re girls.”In fact Ms. Garner — a freshly minted 19-year-old with wide-set blue eyes and lips rouged in Nars’s Fire Down Below, a name that makes her blush — has become quite a big deal since her 2011 feature-film debut as a fledgling cult member in Sean Durkin’s “Martha Marcy May Marlene.”
Though she started acting only about three years ago, she’s already appeared in 10 movies, like “The Perks of Being a Wallflower,” alongside Emma Watson, and “Not Fade Away,” in a scene she said David Chase wrote for her. And now she has her first starring role, in Rebecca Thomas’s “Electrick Children,” to be released Friday. Ms. Garner portrays a 15-year-old fundamentalist Mormon in rural Utah who has what she believes is an immaculate conception after listening to a cover version of the Nerves’ “Hanging on the Telephone” on a forbidden cassette player. Threatened with immediate marriage, she high-tails it to Las Vegas, where, in her prairie dress and braid, she finds refuge with a band while searching for the voice on the recording.
Born and raised in New York, Ms. Garner lives with her parents. Her father is an art teacher; her mother, a therapist. “I took acting classes for a hobby because I was very shy,” she said. “I was 15 and I wanted to keep myself busy. I really liked how it felt.” Recently Ms. Garner — diminutive in a cerulean sweater and black wedge booties, her trademark sullen streak melted by a dimple-framed smile and the occasional giggle — spoke with Kathryn Shattuck about her career, her religion and Bette Davis’s eyes. These are excerpts from the conversation.
Q. How did you land your first role?
A. I started doing student films at Columbia grad school, and this one student filmmaker, his girlfriend was interning at an open casting call for [the casting director] Susan Shopmaker. Later on she did the stage reading for “Martha Marcy May Marlene,” then she cast it. And that was my first movie.
How did you end up in “Electrick Children”?
They had a girl, but they decided not to go with her. I came in the week before the project. I did a self-taping on Monday. I got the job by Wednesday. By Sunday I was already flying out to L.A. to meet up with Rebecca. And by Tuesday I was in Utah, shooting the movie.
What kind of research did you do?
Rebecca was raised Mormon, and she really guided me through everything. But Rebecca wasn’t fundamentalist, where they wear the braids and the long prairie dresses and it’s “Big Love” and “Sister Wives.” And you would see it all over, like if you went to Walmart in Utah. And me, coming from New York. I’m Jewish too. It’s very funny.
How was it kissing the boys in “Electrick”?
It’s always kind of weird when you’re first going to kiss a guy, and the camera is this big [stretches arms], and it’s on you from different angles. But after a while it’s kind of joke.
I heard that Bette Davis was an influence.
My family watched Turner Classic Movies together. And that’s way too young for kids to be seeing “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?,” but I was fascinated by her. I was like: “Who’s this woman? She’s amazing.” My mother was a famous comedian in Israel 30 years ago, Tami Gingold. And I remember when I told her I wanted to act, not just as a hobby, she asked: “You want to act professionally? Julia, are you sure? It’s really hard.”
You just wrapped “Sin City: A Dame to Kill For.” How was that?
I play Marcy, and she befriends Johnny, Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character, and they both end up having a bad night. It was my first time shooting green screen [with the background added later]. It’s fun because you have to imagine what’s there. That’s what the best part of acting is: it’s playing.
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