So, this London art gallery is having an exhibit full of photographs of women who are giant, like five stories tall. The gallery is legit, and the photographs on exhibit are meant to be taken as, if not “fine” art, at the very least, legitimate respectable art that you shouldn’t masturbate on. But where it’s confusing for me is that the exhibit is totally similar to THIS (safe for work, non-nude) fetish site full of photoshopped giantesses that I originally wrote about here. Why is one of these things art and the other one fodder for creepy fetishists?
Archive for February 11th, 2007
My baby is a stone-cold GENIUS
February 11, 2007This morning there was a major stride forward in the field of cupcake communications, the culmination of fourteen months of tireless efforts. Until recently, most conversations with the LBC could be summed up as follows:
Me: Hey baby, who’s the cutest baby on Earth?
LBC: Nang!
Me: Can you say “Dada?”
LBC: Nang!
Me: Are you hungry? Do you want me to read you a book? So how ’bout this Anna Nicole Smith thing?
LBC: Nang! NangNangNang!
You get the picture. But this morning, during a busy round of “make faces to keep her amused while the missus changes her diapers,” the LBC said “Daaaaaa.” I immediately bought her a pony.
