Emasculating insults! Swears on television! Schoolyard name-calling! Everyone's doing it these days! But why? What does it mean? Who do we blame? Was it the queers who killed civility? Or is everyone just being a pussy? LET'S INVESTIGATE!
Did High School Musical hottie Vanessa Hudgens snap nudie pix for her boyfriend, costar Zac Efron, which then leaked to the internet? We're going to go with "that's probs not her" and "why would you take nudie pix for a gay," but still, this naked girl sure looks like Vanessa Hudgens! [Fleshbot NSFW]
There was a time when you could be sure of two things about The New Yorker: you weren't going to understand the cartoons and your delicate sensibilities wouldn't be offended by common vulgarity. Well, the cartoons may still be hard to understand (as it turns out, they make more sense with no captions at all), but the shocking rush to contemporary mores may leave you feeling a bit disgruntled. It was bad enough when Matt Klamm broke the "fuck" barrier with his story "Sam the Cat," but this week the brainchild of Harold Ross, James Thurber, Dorothy Parker and a host of other famous dead literary types has a whole page full of Playboy centerfolds. Sadly, the pictures are not available on line, but if you've got $5, you can buy a copy for yourself and turn directly to page 145. Or, you know, you can get two York Peppermint Patties and the latest issue of Dripping Hot Snatches. This is 2006: naked lady pictures are either cheap or free. Oh, David Remnick, where were you twenty years ago, when we actually could have used this?
This picture showed up in our inbox late last night. We have no idea when it's from. (The emailer says it was taken on an uptown 6, just above Canal, at about 11 at night. But it's clearly an IND/BMT train car, not an IRT, which makes us skeptical of the other claims.) All we know is that if we had to look at that hairy white gut, well, dammit, so do you.
So we actually planned to show up yesterday at No Pants 2006, in which a group of wacky kids were to ride the 6 train pantsless in a bravura bit of street theater. We weren't going to depants, of course, but we thought maybe we'd "happen" to be on the same train so that we could watch things as they happened. (It's rare that our voyeuristic and reportorial instincts so nicely overlap.) But then we suspected that a few people we knew might be among the depantsers, and we didn't want to be recognized. Plus the folks called and offered to buy us a late brunch. So we didn't go.
Mark your calendars, kids, because this Sunday is No-Pants Sunday.
I am not going to bother checking to see if this already made the rounds years ago or if it's fake. Like I said before, you send in a tip and I'll post it almost unconditionally. Go ahead, guess the crotch rotcher.
There are assholes and cocks featured in the Post every day. Rarely, though, do we mean that as literally as we do today:
So all a woman has to do is ride a bike topless and she'll have a crowd of photographers following her— including, it seems, at least one real TV-news camera and, of course, the Daily News?
Friday we passed along word that not only is Heidi Klum on the cover of the upcoming Vitals Woman in a very pregnant state, but she's also photographed inside that magazine both pregnant and naked. Turns out the rumor was true, and a devoted reader delivered the money shot, as it were. The big picture, after the jump.
We've known for a few weeks that a very pregnant Heidi Klum would be on the cover of September's Vitals Woman. What we didn't learn until today is that inside the magazine — copies of which are starting to float around the Newhouse empire — there's a very pregnant, very naked Heidi Klum. Our source on this is very sure, very reliable, and, it seems, very, very excited. We're not on the team that shares his enthusiasm about such things, but we're still curious to see.
