I spotted this awesome LP listening chair on both Pinterest and Tumblr — but, sadly, without any credits.
In searching for where that great chair came from, I stumbled into this Bookinist by Nils Holger Moormann.
Author: Deanna
The How I Met Your Mother Finale Forgot the Rules About “The One”
The How I Met Your Mother finale tossed out the rules of “The One” and traditional Happily Ever After and nailed it by looking like, well, life.
Deanna Dahlsad‘s insight:
Perhaps if we can get our minds wrapped around the truth of love, of multiple loves, then multiple lovers won’t be so alarming.
Best line: “People, this is your brain on Disney princesses.”
See on www.redheadbedhead.com
“Beau-Bait”
A two-piece “peasant pet” dress by Betty Co-Ed of Hollywood. Vintage ad found in Sing Magazine, June 1948.
He’ll do anything…
He’ll do anything… Even meet his own needs and clean up after his own meal.
See on dpoptart.tumblr.com
The Myth of Gay Affluence
Despite a commonly held belief that LGBT Americans tend to live it up in classy urban neighborhoods, they struggle with disproportionately high levels of poverty compared to straight people.
Deanna Dahlsad‘s insight:
Poverty: one of the “rights” of being second class.
See on www.theatlantic.com
“If I Had A Voice I Would Sing” (Along With The Theme To Vikings on History)
If you are a fan of Vikings on the History Channel, then you’ve probably fallen in love with the tv show’s theme song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5q04zThdeo
The song’s official title is If I Had A Heart and it is by Fever Ray.
You know how sometimes theme songs are changed, edited, or cut so short that the TV version is nearly unrecognizable? Well, that’s not the case this time. While If I Had A Heart is much longer, it is only more enchanting, even more moving than the few seconds we get with the television show’s credits, — especially when you can make out the lyrics.
This will never end
‘Cause I want more
More, give me more
Give me moreThis will never end
‘Cause I want more
More, give me more
Give me moreIf I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I’ll see what tomorrow bringsIf I had a voice, I would sing
Dangling feet from window frame
Will I ever ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me moreCrushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside
Just to come around
More, give me more, give me moreIf I had a voice, I would sing
I don’t want to further blow your mind, but you should also watch the official If I Had A Heart video. It’s not really about Vikings either — but it is stunning.
Once I watched the videos (a number of times), I purchased the If I Had A Heart MP3. Then I watched the video for Seven, and I quickly realized it was more economically prudent to buy the Fever Ray (Deluxe Version) LP than to fiddle away buying single MP3s by Fever Ray. I”m loving it! Let’s see if Seven sells you on Fever Ray to:
O Miss Innocence
What guileless innocence!
From naughtiness your eyes you turn
But if the truth were really known
You’ve little left to learn.
Series No. 767, Comics 24 design; also sold in a Valentine edition, aka a “vinegar valentine”.
I spotted this old postcard while working our monthly day as a dealer at Exit 55 Antiques. If you are interested in owning this antique postcard, you can contact the shop at their official Facebook page — or call the store at (218) 998-3088, between 10 am and 5 pm (central time). Let them know this antique postcard was found in DT’s space, in a small wooden box (like a recipe box).
“Look Girls! Traffic Pins With Double Meanings!”
I wish I’d had these back in the clubbing days… Instead, we thought we were clever just saying these old lines.
Vintage ad inside February 1947 issue of Hit Parader magazine.
I’ll Keep You In My Hoosegow, Valentine
Isn’t this a creepy, abusive-stalkery-type valentine? It takes the idea of a prisoner of your love to a whole new (low) level — complete with gun!
You’re the one I’ve been looking for,
My chase is over now.
No use in trying to escape —
For my heart’s a strong Hoosegow.
You’re Mine.
See it in action!
More images of this gem in the My Valentines Have Google Eyes post I made last year at the other blog.
If this is a necessary part of your collection, I’ve got it for sale in our case at Exit 55 Antiques — and they will ship to you. You can call the store between 10 am and 5 pm (central time) at (218) 998-3088 between 10 am and 5 pm (central time) any day. (Yup, the shop is open seven days a week!)
There Will Always Be One Queen Of Ice Skating
For me, the best thing about the Olympics is the figure skating. And nothing & no one in ice skating compares to Oksana Baiul. Into the drama of the 1994 Lillehammer Winter Olympics stole a 16 year old Oksana Baiul, taking the gold and our hearts.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years already…
Baiul is still active (you can like her Facebook page and follow her on Twitter), still glamorous, and she’s celebrating 20 years of Olympic gold with her Oksana Baiul Collection.
Perhaps my favorite performance of Baiul’s, the legendary Arabian performance.
How your mom became music’s greatest influencer
What you may not know about your mom is that she has become the most powerful person in music. Her tastes and habits, more than anyone else’s, influence the music you hear every day. Here’s how.
Deanna Dahlsad‘s insight:
This is so awesome — and true!
See on music.cbc.ca
The Classics: Music & Humor
When Alyssa Milano was on The Late Late Show last December, she told Craig Ferguson (and all of us watching), that her grandfather said there were two types of people: those who think farts are funny, and those who don’t. Clearly Milano does, because she spent quite a bit of time farting around with Ferguson.
http://youtu.be/rorDThdVodA
Whether or not Milano’s grandfather was right about there being just those two groups of people in the world, it’s clear that Mozart was a man into fart humor. Yes, that Mozart.
The proof of poof-amusement comes from (at least) one of 12 letters Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart wrote to his female cousin, Maria Anna Thekla Mozart. These letters, written between 1777 and 1781, are included in Robert Spaethling’s book. And they contain passages which Lapham’s Quarterly calls “alliterative and obscene”. It is in this letter that we find Wolfgang going well-past a love of all things musical into TMI territory. In fact, this might be the first reference to a shart — it’s certainly the earliest I’ve ever read.
You write further, indeed you let it all out, you expose yourself, you let yourself be heard, you give me notice, you declare yourself, you indicate to me, you bring me the news, you announce onto me, you state in broad daylight, you demand, you desire, you wish, you want, you like, you command that I, too, should could send you my portrait. Eh bien, I shall mail fail it for sure. Oui, by the love of my skin, I shit on your nose, so it runs down your chin.I now wish you a good night, shit in your bed with all your might, sleep with peace on your mind, and try to kiss your own behind; I now go off to never-never land and sleep as much as I can stand. Tomorrow we’ll speak freak sensubly with each other. Things I must you tell a lot of, believe it you hardly can, but hear tomorrow it already will you, be well in the meantime. Oh my ass burns like fire! What on earth is the meaning of this!—maybe muck wants to come out? Yes, yes, muck, I know you, see you, taste you—and—what’s this—is it possible? Ye Gods!—Oh ear of mine, are you deceiving me?
Now I must relate to you a sad story that happened just this minute. As I’m in the middle of my best writing, I hear a noise in the street. I stop writing—get up, go to the window— and—the noise is gone—I sit down again, start writing once more—I have barely written ten words when I hear the noise again—I rise—but as I rise, I can still hear something but very faint—it smells like something burning—wherever I go it stinks, when I look out the window, the smell goes away, when I turn my head back to the room, the smell comes back—finally my mama says to me: I bet you let one go?—I don’t think so, Mama. Yes, yes, I’m quite certain. I put it to the test, stick my finger in my ass, then put it to my nose, and—ecce provatum est! Mama was right!
Clearly not all classical musicians are as, errm, stuffy as you might think.
Image via Wikipedia.
Faulty Memoirs
It seems my thoughts about autobiographies, biographies, and memoirs have some scientific backing. At least in terms of the memory part.
Researchers at Chicago’s Northwestern University looked at the exact point in time when incorrectly recalled information was implanted into an existing memory. The study, How your Memory Rewrites the Past, is broken down simply by The Independent:
The team found that memory rewrites the past with current information, updating recollections with new experiences. This form of editing happens in the hippocampus, working as the memory’s version of a film editor or special effects team.
Not that this helps with the problem of wandering into the kitchen and not knowing why I went there… I guess that’s for another study.
An African Princess Who Stood Unafraid Among Nazis
Between 1939 and 1946, Fatima Massaquoi penned one of the earliest known autobiographies by an African woman. But few outside of Liberian circles were aware of it until this week, when Palgrave McMillian published The Autobiography of an African Princess, edited by two historians and the author’s daughter. The book…
Deanna Dahlsad‘s insight:
An amazing story!
Just added the book to my wishlist; here’s the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0230609589/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0230609589&linkCode=as2&tag=glamkitllc-20
See on www.theroot.com
Poor Vintage Suffragette Valentine
Was the suffrage movement the start of “Galentine’s Day”? I can’t imagine this valentine was sent by anything other than a woman to another woman.
Antique valentine via.
Context Is Credibility
I’ve written before about the importance of context; and ranted too about “stolen” images used, uncredited etc., at Tumblr and other sites. I’ve tweeted and posted at Facebook about my hatred of such things. Others have taken a far more direct and pointed-tongued approach (NWS) regarding the issue. But Sarah Werner‘s It’s History, Not A Viral Feed is the most direct and well-articulated article — complete with excellent resources.
Men being punished for "Posting Pictures Without Proper Attribution," date and source unknown. pic.twitter.com/A2vOILcvFL
— A. History (@AhistoricalPics) January 24, 2014
— A. History (@AhistoricalPics) January 24, 2014
This Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words…
tihscihc:
“ live yur dreams
”
Deanna Dahlsad‘s insight:
There’s more wrong with this photo than the fashions…
As if it’s OK to have little boys sexualized, or grown women to be props in a male fantasy.
The original poster of this retro pic said, “Live yur dreams” — more like nightmares.
See on dpoptart.tumblr.com
Surviving The Night Of A Thousand Vaginas
I was thrilled to see that Martha Plimpton wore her scarlet letter when she was on Craig Ferguson last week (23 January, 2014).
http://youtu.be/3hlX7f8mE2U
Not only did Plimpton talk about her organization, A Is For, but she spoke about the recent fundraiser too. The event was called A Night of a Thousand Vaginas — no, not this Night Of A Thousand Vaginas. Though it’s pretty clear that too many Americans are as afraid of vaginas as the parody suggests; or at least, as Plimpton said, uncomfortable with the word.
Anyway, the A Is For Night of a Thousand Vaginas event was to raise funds for the Whole Women’s Health Fund, Lilith Fund, Fund Texas Women, and TEA Fund. It had a great line-up of comedians & others and quickly sold out. Early reports estimated they raised $20,000. That’s the good news.
The bad news is that others came & demonstrated at the event, saying, “Sadly this was done in the name of ‘comedy.'” Normally I wouldn’t give these folks any attention or press, but it’s always educational to see what the other side is up to — and some of the comments are fascinating. Apparently we are to watch for a conversation also recorded that night between the evangelical Chaplain Bill and Sarah “the Blasphemer” Silverman, because Chaplain Bill sent that video to “a wonderful Christian based media organization” who may or may not opt to share it. I would like to see that myself — unedited, of course.
Since many of us couldn’t get tickets or even get to L.A., I was hoping there would be some video of the event; but no such luck. (We can keep an eye on A Is For’s video channel, just in case something shows up.) Meanwhile, you can still support the work of A Is For by donating and/or buying merch.
Image via.
Kentucky Lawmaker Attempts to Define Abortion as Domestic Violence
According to Kentucky Rep. Joe Fischer, who has attached a 20-week abortion ban to a domestic violence bill, “The most brutal form of domestic violence is the violence against unborn children.”
See on rhrealitycheck.org
Politicians: Erect & Standing Up, But Not For Women
Maybe you don’t want to call it a “war on women”. Maybe you find the word “war” to be over-the-top, despite the facts regarding bombings, shootings, rape, and other violent attacks against women, including the places where they seek access to medical care. Perhaps you just don’t think that violence is enough to be called a “war”. But what about when you factor in the legislative bombs aimed directly at women here in the USA?
Legislating against women’s rights is at the center of politics. In the past three years, state legislatures in the US have enacted a record-setting 205 restrictions on women’s reproductive rights. That exceeds the total number of such restrictions enacted during the entire previous decade — and that last decade was no small potatoes either. Between 2001 and 2010, states passed 189 abortion restrictions. (Data from a Guttmacher Institute report.)
Legislating against women’s rights is so popular right now, that one candidate for congress in Virginia, Richard Black, thinks that marital rape should be legal again, like it was in 1965, and that military rape is “as predictable as human nature”. That says a lot about his nature. And a lot more about a society in which someone espousing such beliefs can run for office.
Maybe 1965 isn’t so far back that we need a stone tablet to mark the date, but we sure are moving backwards.
And all this while, from 2006 to 2011, Medicaid was paying $175 million for 473,620 claims for penis pumps — you know, so men can have sex. Sex that maybe their spouses didn’t want to have. Sex that maybe resulted in unwanted pregnancies, because, you know, birth control isn’t always an option. It’s a limited option with many private insurance companies and with Medicare. And it’s even less likely that your insurance or Medicare will cover an abortion. But let’s just be glad that men not only have the right to those erections but the access to medical help to force those erections too. Isn’t it nice to know that men are all about standing up for themselves?
Why Marketers Fear the Female Geek
Anjin Anhut lays out the down and dirty facts about how ignoring geeky women seems like good business… and how to change that.
See on goodmenproject.com
Why Jezebel Has The Wrong Approach To Feminism, Period.
Unfortunately, we Mary Tyler Moore city gals present a real conundrum for the writers Jezebel, since we are mostly living out uneventful and drama-free lives as non-raped women who buy birth control and have jobs and get abortions as we please. There aren’t enough actual stories in the metro area to warrant running a frivolous, highly trafficked blog that pulls in ad revenue from outraged feminists. And so, they manufacture them.
Deanna Dahlsad‘s insight:
Takes ovaries to take on the pandering pop culture phenom that is Jezebel; a round of applause is given by me.
See on thoughtcatalog.com
Sexism Is In The Air
A pretty pin-up girl pushes the career choice of Marine Aviator. The seller says the photo was taken in the late 1950s at the Los Alamitos Naval Air Station by Don Comoe, the official photographer at Naval Air Station at Los Alamitos, CA.
(See also: Sexism In The Royal Canadian Air Force Fitness Plans?)
Sign Of The Times: 1915
Before feminists fell off the wagon. Reprint photograph of Women’s Suffrage Wagon, via.
Nurse Nice Plays Coy
Photo circa 1920s.
Servant of God, or Prostitute?
The Devadasi, a centuries-old caste of sacred temple priestesses, struggles to have it’s own renaissance. One woman leads the way…
The origins of the practice are often disputed, but historians agree that in India by the 10th century this caste of sacred temple servants enjoyed great wealth & property as signs of respect & clout.
Considered married to the Hindu deities, the Devadasi were talented dancers, singers & even viewed as political advisors. At the core of Devadasi faith is the belief all men are incarnations of the male deities & so in addition to performing sacred temple ceremonies, Devadasis offered sexual services. In the act of making love, a man & a Devadasi enact the sacred marriage of god & goddess which therefore allows them to become divine themselves.
See on www.sex-kitten.net
Of Happy New Years & Resolutions
Miss Microsheen is back, confessing her New Year’s resolution to trap a man. As a married woman, I’ve already trapped my man; and now I move on to more practical resolutions, like organizing the house.
Big 80’s Hair
Made sexy by professional exotic dancers. Photo via Lynnstudios.
Merry Miss Microsheen
She loved shiny boots so much, she no doubt had the urge to lick them. Merry Christmas, y’all!
Padding Your Bra With Emotions
Can’t find enough reasons to hate your bra? You will soon: Microsoft is working on a smart bra to measure your mood:
The prototype contains removable sensors that monitor heart and skin activity to provide an indication of mood levels.
The aim was to find out if wearable technology could help prevent stress-related over-eating.
Mood data was provided to the wearer via a smartphone app in order to highlight when “emotional eating” was likely to occur.
A team from Microsoft’s visualisation and interaction research group embedded an electrocardiogram and electro-dermal activities sensors as well as a gyroscope and accelerometer in the bra.
In their paper, the researchers say using a bra “was ideal because it allowed us to collect EKG [electrocardiogram] near the heart”.
As if women don’t hear enough messages about our moods, behaviors, and weight; we now must hear directly from our clothing. And not just when they tighten around us.
Once you spend the time necessary for the equipment to learn all about you and your emotional eating habits, find correlations between your heart and skin activity, and you take the time to participate in the food & mood logging, the premise is rather simple. The sensors, custom boards called GRASP for Genitic Remote Access Sensing Platform (That name was by design?!), will then transmit the mood data to a mobile phone application using Bluetooth — then the messages from the “EmoTree” will begin to “suggest interventions” — i.e. nag the crap out of you.
One such intervention is to remind you to relax by taking some deep breaths — instructing you to tap on the little bird on the screen with every slow breath you take. Sounds a lot like it’s going to turn into Angry Birds, right? I can only imagine how stressed me would like to tap the hell out of some bird willing to tweet, however politely and privately, that Fatty-McFat-Face-me had better concentrate on her breathing & stay away from the fridge.
There are also plans for the bra & app combo to offer other “distracting interventions”, whatever those are. What could be more distracting than your cell phone telling you to calm the hell down and not to eat? …Maybe it will play a humorous video clip or something nice. Or maybe it will be something more shaming. Like maybe it will it communicate with your friends and suggest they provide a personal intervention: “Jackie, your fat friend Deanna is stressed and heading for the ice cream again! Wouldn’t it be nice if you called her and listened to her bitch about her mother for awhile?”
What obviously springs to mind with this whole thing is the butt-load, err, bra-load of potential uses and abuses. What about hacks? Will there be bras to assess and monitor our other moods? Like one to tell us about our sexual arousal — with an app to alert our partners, of course. Perhaps it will even be like those hook-up apps, telling any stranger who signs up (or hacks into the program) that a randy dame is nearby. “Your honor, she was asking for it — she was wearing that bra app!” Whatever info is collected, maybe the NSA will need that data dump too.
The researchers don’t want us to think this whole idea is sexist. They noted that “efforts to create a similar piece of underwear for men worked less well, largely because the sensors were located too far away from the heart.” Well, jeeze, scientists, don’t fat men have those man-boobs? They surely could benefit from a bro, no? And don’t men wear something else everyday — something above the waist, like, I don’t know, a shirt?
Naw, that wouldn’t make any sense; we must focus on how women look because that’s what they are here for. And notice, there’s no mention or suggestion regarding anorexia or other health disorders. Fat — women’s fat — is the health issue to focus on.
The good news here is that this mood-bra isn’t ready for market just yet; users in the study found the device “tedious” as the GRASP boards had to be recharged every 3-4 hours.
Then again, that’s about how long some of us can bear to wear our bras.
As for me, if I’m going to invest in any new tech bras, it might be the bra that can detect cancer. Let’s see if that one actually makes it to market.