Parents of adolescents everywhere rejoice. Wonder which Disney star will headline the tour…
I think the better question is, which Disney star isn’t going to give it up before the tour ends, or end up in a scandal about some sex bracelets, a damp cat-suit, mobile sex pics, etc.
In the longest-running study of lesbian families to date, zero percent of children — not one! — reported physical or sexual abuse. Given that in the general population 26 percent of children report physical abuse and 8.3 percent report sexual abuse, it seems that if we don’t want abused kids, the answer is obvious.
This news is just the latest in a long line of research showing that children of gay parents are happy and well-adjusted. Research published in 2010 in the Journal of Marriage and Family, for example — a five-year review of 81 parenting studies — found that children raised by same-sex parents are ‘statistically indistinguishable’ from those raised by heterosexuals in areas including self-esteem, academics and social adjustment.
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— Jessica Valenti in “The kids are all right,” her debut column for The Daily. (via thedailyfeed)
Just heard about this group from Lateline. The Listening Well Club or kiki jōzu kurabu [聞き上手クラブ] in Japan. The article describes it as a line for lonely people to call in and talk to someone, but I don’t think it’s meant to just be for the lonely.
In a place where open expressions of emotion or opinions can be construed as crass or impolite, it makes sense that a service where people are invited to vent and say what they think or feel to a complete stranger would be a beneficial service (albeit a commercial one).
I suppose it’s a notch down from Lifeline here in Australia. While the Listening Well Club isn’t a suicide prevention line, it does seem to catch that area of emotion that could build up to stress and depression, so I guess it could be considered preventative prevention?
Either way, such a wonderful idea to fill a niche market.
I am a woman seeking a group of 4-6 men to brush my hair in what i like to refer to as my “grooming circle.”
I have not cut my hair since age 14. I am 5’8” and my nut-brown locks fall well past the small of my back, terminating just below the buttocks. I am 32 years old but often get i.d.’d when i buy wine spritzer by the case. I work in elder-care, and several of my male charges have described me as both “comely” and a “handsome woman.” I used to permit these fellows to brush my hair until i was reprimanded by my superiors.
This is how the “grooming circle” works. I will distribute to each man a numbered brush from my array of fine boar’s head bristle brushes (2 have ivory handles, 4 have tortoise shell). Each man will gather around me and take hold of a lock of hair approx 1/4 inch in diameter. Each man will then spread out from me in what i refer to as the “maypole formation.” I will let out a long sigh as a signal to commence brushing in tandem. I may need to periodically give notes, and will refer to each man by brush number.
No Tugging.
Please do not suggest music. We will be listening to the Gypsy Kings.
We will all be clothed. This is not overtly sexual in nature. You may take off your shoes but not your socks.
All I require is that you be of sound mind, have clean finger nails, no callouses, and a steady hand. A steady hand is essential to proper brushing rythmn.
For those first-timers who have never participated in a “grooming circle” before and are feeling nervous, I will offer you a ladyfinger soaked in peach schnopps to calm you. I also have wine spritzer if that is more to your taste. Again, there is nothing so offputting as an unsteady hand.
I will provide refreshments afterwords: ginger snaps, necco wafers, and fresca.
Do not bring in any outside brushes.
Please email me your responses and a photo of your hands.
—Lily
PS I have no grey hairs (at least not on my head).
Location: Upper East Side
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I think I held my breath the whole way through this. And then she had me at necco wafers. Sadly Fortunately, I’m not a man.
The entire idea of this fetish ad is fascinating. And the level of detail!
Ogling the Mariage Freres site to create a shopping list for my brother for when he goes on holiday. And my imaginary olfactory senses have kicked in and I’m now smelling the smell of a beautifully fragrant tea house on what I imagine is a lovely spring day in Paris.
On one hand, I love when that happens. On the other, sucks to be me because I’m not actually there. :(
Reading a post ‘tip’ about how to wash a lot of greens. The tip is to fill your sink and swish the greens in the water and let the sand and grit settle. I’m with one of the commenters who said “You mean most people don’t wash their greens this way?”. But this isn’t the boggling thing.
The boggling thing is another commenter who thinks their sink is too filthy to wash their greens in and asked for tips on how to wash their sink.
You wash your dishes, cutlery, glassware, pots, pans, knives, cutting boards and other utensils in your sink. Most of these things you eat off of, or have direct contact with your mouth at some point. Some of these things you prepare raw food on. For the things that need to be heated to cook your food, sure heat kills germs, but heat does not kill mank.
So seriously, if your sink is too filthy to wash greens in, how can you bring yourself to do anything food related with what you wash in it? Or if you think the things you wash in it are safe, then wash the sink the way you wash your dishes?
This is like the thing where people think eating offal is manky, but happily eat eggs[1].
[1] This link is safe for work, but if you like eggs but are squeamish and may get turned off eggs by a technical definition for what eggs actually are (if you have never thought about it before), then don’t click on this link.
Chinese businesses are hiring westerners to give the image of ‘Being Connected to the West’. (via Sylvia)
And so I became a fake businessman in China, an often lucrative gig for underworked expatriates here. One friend, an American who works in film, was paid to represent a Canadian company and give a speech espousing a low-carbon future. Another was flown to Shanghai to act as a seasonal-gifts buyer. Recruiting fake businessmen is one way to create the image—particularly, the image of connection—that Chinese companies crave. My Chinese-language tutor, at first aghast about how much we were getting paid, put it this way: “Having foreigners in nice suits gives the company face…”
That’s a sweet gig. I would love a job like that. Travelling around China, being paid to watch movies in an office… If only I was white… er… yeah that didn’t sound right to me either.
Any western companies looking to hire Asians to loiter around and make them look ‘Connected to the East’? I can send you my résumé. And just to clarify, I didn’t mean that as a euphemism…
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