
Wow, bicyclists really are crazy!*

Thanks, Rob Man.
*Kidding! Only 50 percent of the men and 58 percent of the women bicyclists who read Bicycling magazine and answered its 2012 Readers' Choice survey are crazy.
But not all men murder their wives and children.
* Some men claim they don't watch porn. No one believes them.
UPDATE: Sorry, I just have to throw in a quote from this absolutely idiotic story out of Utah—the state with the highest per-capita porn consumption rates in the nation—that argues that WATCHING PORN WILL KILL YOUR BRAIN AND THEN YOU WILL KILL YOUR CHILDREN:
In the wake of Josh Powell's actions that killed his sons and himself Sunday, KSL has heard from many viewers asking, "How does a person do this?" "Are there warning signs?" ... Julie Hanks, a licensed clinical social worker, said, "The fact that he murdered his own sons shows that he did not regard them as real people. I think he did see them as possessions." What causes a person to disconnect? Pornography allegedly played a role in the Powell family. Josh's father, Steven Powell, is in jail facing child pornography charges, and it has been alleged that Josh had images on his computer.
Susanne Gustin, a criminal defense attorney, said, "It seems to me that it was adult pornography, but it was probably pretty hard core. That raised some concerns in the investigators' minds and in the judge's mind." Pornography alone can be harmful, but coupled with severe personality disorders it can lead to destruction. Another licensed clinical social worker and therapist, John Murdock, said, "Pornography, in particular, is going to shut down your frontal lobes, and that's where you are going to do your reasoning, your emotional regulation and your judgment, things of that nature. It's like being in a car with no brakes."
This is completely insane—sexphobic, pornphobic hysteria of the latter-day order.
How many men have murdered their children in Utah this week? Utah, again, has the highest porn consumption rates per capita in the whole freaking nation. If viewing pornography "shut down [the] frontal lobes" and that lead men to kill their children—if porn consumption was one of the "warning signs" that you may be married to a Josh Powell—it's a miracle that children make it out of Utah alive.
Most men watch porn. Most men watch hardcore porn. Most men don't kill their children.
Fucking nutjobs.
While checking me in today at the doctor's office, the receptionist was checking my file to see that my insurance information was up-to-date, and she asked me, "Do you have a religious preference that you'd like listed here?"
No, I said, and that seems like a strange question.
"Well, it's here on the form," she said, sounding unsure. After a pause she added, "Just in case things go haywire and we need to know who to call!"
You mean my emergency contact? God is my emergency contact?
Is this a new question on "The Form," or what?
Or are they pretty much cool with being annually called out on their racism? Or do they just do it for the free publicity? (If that's the case, sorry for contributing.)
Once again, Vanity Fair's big ol' "The Newest/Coolest/Freshest/Hottest People You Should Look At Right Now" cover, which is almost always a fold-out, puts all the people of color on the folded part that you can't see on newsstands. AGAIN. Jezebel breaks down their history of it, with photographic evidence:
In 2008, it was Zoë Saldana and America Ferrera.
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2005: Rosario Dawson, Ziyi Zhang and Kerry Washington, on the right and not the left.
2004: Salma Hayek and Lucy Liu, on the right and not the left power panel.
...
In 2001, no black ladies were pushed aside because no black ladies were photographed!
But it's so, so worth the outrage to see those 1995 and 1996 covers, right? (No, seriously, go look.)
This phrase—credited to a critic/entertainment reporter whose name I can't recall—appears in a television commercial for the new Mark Wahlberg thriller Contraband.
Here's a photo I never expected to see—Asian schoolgirls marching down the street in Nazi uniforms:
Questions are growing in Thailand about how school students in Chiang Mai were able to adopt a Nazi theme for their school sports-day on Friday, wearing outfits modeled on those of SS guards and waving huge swastika banners.
Which reminds me of this photo an artist-friend sent me when he was living in India.
"I dunno," he wrote when I asked about the photo, "I have noticed that more than a few Indians (and Indonesians, when I lived there) have a regard for Hitler."
As for the Thai kids, school officials explained that the students hadn't cleared the costumes with teachers—they're supposed to be a surprise—and they "didn’t realize it would upset anybody." And, as the article notes, swastikas are all over Asia (temples, religious altars), "possibly softening the impact of the Nazi version among locals."
Still... maybe the school wants to consider revising its history curriculum?
KOMO:
Lauren Scruggs, a model and LOLO magazine fashion blogger, is slowly recovering from a plane accident over the weekend in which she lost her hand and suffered severe injuries after she accidentally walked into a spinning propeller.Walked into a spinning propeller? I must be missing some piece of information because I can't even imagine a very drunk person walking into an active, terribly noisy, obviously dangerous propeller.Scruggs, who has also worked in the wardrobe department on Gossip Girl , was exiting a two-seater plane in McKinney, Texas, on Saturday after flying around Dallas to see Christmas lights when the accident occurred. The blades sliced the left side of her face and shoulder, and severed her left hand, which was later amputated following multiple reconstructive surgeries.
'It was dark... we are thinking that Lauren came back to thank the pilot, and didn't see that the propeller was winding down.'She also lost an eye! Meaning, she walked right into the blades. Are propellers totally silent when the engine is cut? I hope the assigned detective is on his/her toes.

Warren Jeffs, the child-raping leader of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints—last seen compulsively masturbating in prison—has issued a game-changing decree from behind bars. From Utah's KSDK News:
Warren Jeffs, the imprisoned FLDS leader...just announced that marriages of his followers have all been voided....Jeffs has recently banned many of the things his followers enjoy: bicycles, ATVs, trampolines, and even children's toys. But [one new] edict reaches into the bedroom.
Joni Holm, who has many FLDS relatives, said Jeffs has voided all existing FLDS marriages. "Right now they have all been told that they are not to live as husband and wife. They can live in the same house but they are not to have sexual relationships until Warren comes out and reseals them." If they have sex on the sly, any resulting children will be considered "sons of perdition." "The parents will also be excommunicated," said Holm.
Also:
The [no more sex] curse would be broken only if Jeffs' latest prophecy comes true: an apocalypse that will bring down the prison walls and broil the human race. "They believe that they'll still roam on the earth but the rest of us will be burned," said Holm.
Silver lining: A lot of FLDSers aren't standing for it, and are reportedly fleeing the church/cult in growing numbers. Read the whole thing here.
...in Samoa:
On Thursday night, it will be December 29 when they go to bed and Saturday Dec 31 when they wake up - meaning they'll skip Friday forever.
This neat bit of time travel is the result of a very contemporary concern: trade and economic relations with Pacific neighbors Australia and New Zealand, who are currently nearly a day ahead on the clock.
Now, with the disappearance of Friday, Samoa will shift west of the international dateline and share the same date and time as its two key partners.
I know this is a perfectly logical thing to do, and the explanation makes perfect sense, but this still blows my mind on some basic, superstitious level.
Goldy: "You know, I've often been referred to as a tantric goddess."

UPDATE: Copy editor Anna Minard points out that her orange also has an ad on it: "Win a College Education." But she notes it is, in fact, more of PSA than an advertisement.
Every single one of these handmade doll versions of famous female authors! Click it click it click it! Seriously, y'all. I cannot believe Phillis Wheatley. Or Sylvia Plath (pictured at the above link, not on the site anymore). The Hairpin's already having fun with Judy Blume. Omigod! I keep clicking on more of them! The Etsy shop, Uneek Doll Designs (I am ignoring that spelling with all my might), is getting all this blog press for the author dolls, but LOOK! Carmen Miranda. My productivity for today may be ruined, but your Christmas is set. Don't even look elsewhere. You're welcome.
H/t to the entire lady-internet.
This story really struck a chord with me, because I also ended up at Detroit Medical Center once—not for having an eye in my vagina, but because I accidentally swallowed a 4-inch hanging nail. Read all about vagina-eye here.

Go here to read more about the woman caught making meth inside of an Oklahoma Walmart.
And it is dusk.
The brother does not see the Confederate flag as racist but as an expression of "Southern pride."
How the hell is a person supposed to correctly say Beyonce?
The first level of disagreement regards the matter of "Bay" or "Bee." Which is it?
And the second level is this: The Internet says we should emphasize the last syllable, but popular usage seems to emphasize the "Yon" rather than the "Say."
What say you?

Lindy West holds forth on new DVD releases (and the glory that was the EMP's Funk Blast) in this week's Concessions.
Seen on Beacon Hill a moment ago...

This is popping up everywhere, and now it's on Slog, for it is amazing: Samplings from the commentary track that Arnold Schwarzenegger provided for Total Recall, in which Ahnuld enthusiastically describes exactly what's happening on screen.
Fun fact: One Thanksgiving in the '90s, I got to describe the entirety of a film as it played to a blind person. That movie was Cold Comfort Farm ("Okay, that lady from the last scene is now strolling around a barn...") but it was kind of like this.
A certain someone walks into my office and says:
"Hey, I'm wearing a button-down shirt today! Have you seen the chest-ass?"
Someone the other day told me it has to do with the extra rain this summer. Fact? Fiction?
Meanwhile, enjoy them before they're all raked up. You can wear them as face masks. They're that big.
CHAMPAGNE TOAST!!!
Now it gets batter at home, outside, WHILE YOU ARE GRILLING. Is this a great country or what?*
via Gizmodo
*Be warned, the audio here is a little shouty. BUT YOU CAN SEE WHY!!!
ELEVEN IS THE BEST NUMBER!
...at eleven minutes after 11:00 today? Are cows going to fly? What is the deal with the date today??!!

John Hodgman—the Daily Show personality, author of a three-part collection of complete world knowledge culminating in That Is All, and subject of the above photo—answered a few questions the other day over email about his appearance at Town Hall tonight. He will be appearing with the music-makers Jonathan Coulton, John Roderick, and Sean Nelson.
Why are you coming back to Seattle? Haven't you had enough?
On my first book tour the media escort told me that the Pacific Northwest has the best and purest source of glacial water in the country, and that it would be a good place to live if society collapses. The way she said IF though clearly meant WHEN. And so she sent me into a panic that has lasted ever since, and finds its culmination in the That Is All, which as you know is all about the apocalypse, plus wine and sports. Of course she was talking specifically about Portland, but I don't know that I could build my bunker there. I have the stache for it, but not the youth. Or the tats. So I guess I return in order to pay homage (or as my autocorrect puts it "homepage") to that day, and also to get some of that sweet survival water to stockpile in my panic suite at the chateau Marmont.
Something to get you up and going....