This is by Ben Newman. It’s another fairy-tale scene (the three little pigs), this time involving reverse bestialization. Uh. Anthropomorphization.
Fuck that’s hot.
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From The Little Prince, 1943:
“After some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: “Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?”
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
The grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.”
Virginity as torture:
“Teach me, O, please teach me,” she started in again, “I want to be like you. I’ll do anything you tell me. Promise me you’ll take me with you when you go back to that place Jacqueline told me about.”
“You’re too young,” O said.
“No, I’m not too young, I’m fifteen going on sixteen,” she cried out angrily. “I’m not too young. Ask Sir Stephen,” she said, for he had just entered the room.
Natalie was granted permission to remain with O, and extracted the promise that she would be taken to Roissy. But Sir Stephen forbade O to teach her the least caress, not even a kiss on the lips, and also gave strict instructions that O was not to allow Natalie to kiss her. He had every intention of having her reach Roissy completely untouched by hands or lips. By way of compensation, what he did demand, since Natalie was loath to leave O, was that she not leave her a single moment, that she witness O caressing both Jacqueline and himself, that she be present when O yielded to him and when he whipped her, or when she was flogged by old Norah. The kisses with which O smothered her sister, O’s mouth glued to her, made Natalie quiver with jealousy and hate. But glowering on the carpet in the alcove, at the foot of O’s bed, like little Dinarzade at the foot of Scheherazade’s bed, she watched each time that O, tied to the wooden balustrade, writhed and squirmed beneath the riding crop, saw O on her knees humbly receiving Sir Stephen’s massive upright sex in her mouth, saw her, prostrate, spread her own buttocks with both hands to offer him the after passage - she witnessed all these things with no other feelings but those of admiration, envy, and impatience.
Beyond the famous “anal-spitroast golden shower bondage guro” loophole, and the waste of tax money, there are many other issues with virginity pledges:
So dark and dehumanizing! It gives me goosebumps….
And yet that is the way popular culture views virginity. As long you put X in hole Y, that’s all you need….and nothing else counts.
Aaaagh! I can’t deal with this at all.
Rather than flipping the image horizontally, the artist has used the same outlines to draw back and fronts of each girl. So, for intance, Brittany is leaning on her right leg in the upper picture, with her right arm akimbo in front of Hanna. In the the lower picture, she’s standing on her left leg with her left arm akimbo behind Hanna.
It’s like they hate me.
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Baby Alive, from Hasbro. AKA, the doll that shits.
The first version of this digestive robot came out in 1973, a scant few years after Baby Joey was getting his non-functional penis chopped off. You give it some water, it pees. You feed it baby food, and it soils its diapers. Orifices! And no one goes crazy and writes editorials about how it’s the end of the world.
Progress?

The mid-1960s saw one of the weirder pieces of cross-marketed culture war: the Baby Joey doll. Joey Stivic, Archie Bunker’s grandson, was sold as a semi-anatomically-correct doll (penis, yes, but as I remember, no anus.)
People went nuts. Baby Joey dolls got their dicks chopped off in supermarkets by outraged patriots. And people wrote letters to the editor complaining that America had gone to hell. And so on and so forth.

Annette Funicello (1942-), the most beloved of the Mouseketeers, in a publicity photo. As Funicello went though puberty, the nation’s moral watchdogs seem to have become obsessed with, and scared of, her breasts. They were discussed in newspaper editorials and barbershop rumor mills. She had to bind them and wear baggy sweaters for awhile, and when that failed she was kicked off the Mouseketeer crew. Even afterwards, Disney (who seems to have had a special interest in Funicello) insisted that she wear modest clothing in her early film career.
Check ‘em out. Those are two of three most dangerous breasts in US history.
A young library patron. Future dominatrix. And a good image for my next blog entry.
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