Posts by Jolisa
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Pot bellies and lyrca just don't seem to work together.
Haggis dressed as saveloy?
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If the ground starts shaking, then it counts as ogling.
Eppur si muove! (famous last words).
"might as well be hung like a ram than a lamb".
Better than "mutton dressed as lamb," which, come to think of it, why is that only ever used for women? No equivalent for blokes, "beef dressed as veal"...
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I'm not sure what message the strategically-placed sheep would send.
I always think the University of Canterbury crest implies the motto "might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb", which has nicely hedonistic implications, perhaps useful in this case?
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Have to say, though, Femquake doesn't have nearly as nice a ring to it. Sounds like a ladylike shudder rather than a mass movement.
Whereas Boobquake is shaping up [heh] as a word of the year.
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Can I make a skirt out of my degree?
If you happened to be one of those people with two humanities masters degrees, maybe you could pleat them into a hoochie M.A.M.A. skirt?
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Oh, see now, it's true: we can all get along - Femquake.
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For those like me who are non-Facebook-compliant, the origin of Brainquake is detailed here.
there is some suggestion there that it's a merkin.
Oy. Everything's fake these days.
Craig, if it comes to authenticity bingo (generally futile, but sometimes of use), I think it's at least worth noting that Negar is, well, Iranian.
But I reckon there's more convergence than you might think between boobquake and brainquake. I liked Negar's comment further down that page:
Thanks for all your comments. I'm in close touch with Jen McCreight on Twitter and clear that her intention was to test superstitious claims with science. This effort , hers I mean, is in fact a #brainquake What has ensued in the aftermath of her posts is a bit iffy. Brainquake is a celebration of the talents, the ingenuity and the accomplishments of women. That's all.
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It's boobquake every day at my house, and New England is notoriously free of seismic activity. In fact, we're conducting a simultaneous experiment on the correlation between gay marriage and the downfall of civilization, and coming up a big fat negative on that one too. Yay.
(If anything, didn't we just establish definitively that natural disasters are caused by closing down strip clubs?)
Have to say, too, the Iranian cleric doesn't surprise me. Grown adults on the other side of the enlightenment, however, who still come over all John Ruskin at the thought of genitalia au naturel? Harder to fathom. Witness some of the "ewww, hair!" squeaks (from metropolitans!) on this article about Crystal Renn's NSFW but rather gorgeous photo spread in French Vogue.
Can I get a holla for a Bushquake?
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Nice line, Gregor.
Meanwhile, over in the embarrassingly entertaining Daily Mail, Rachel Polonsky gives a blow-by-blow account of figuring out what Orlando Figes was up to: How I Rumbled Lying Professor. Undone by a wish-list; there's something sadly poetic about that.
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Books, dammit, books! Next we'll be thread-drifting in the direction of, I don't know, boots or something, and that can only be...
...mmm, good.