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By: V for Vegan: easyVegan.info » Blog Archive » White Castle: Now with edible porcine strippers! (1983 vintage)

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:38:10 +0000

[...] procrastinated. The video has since made its way ’round the interwebs; see, for example, I Blame the Patriarchy and Suicide [...]

By: AileenWuornos

AileenWuornos — Tue, 26 May 2009 07:50:49 +0000

I’m not sure what made me feel more enraged and disgusted – the ad itself or what it was advertising. Women’s bodies of course are like meat, something to own and consume.

By: Cottonpants

Cottonpants — Thu, 21 May 2009 07:13:06 +0000

Yes, because strippers spew “weird” juices all over men’s faces and expect them to lick it off! And like it!

Oh, wait.

Well said. Thank you for that, Tinfoil Hattie.

Also, let me just say that I am really glad the “pig” is a gender-ambiguous person in a loose-fitting fursuit and not a chubby young woman in tight pink spandex and a pig nose. The ad is clearly still exploitative and disgusting, but it is kind of morbidly interesting to see where they drew the line between “acceptably sexist” and “unacceptably sexist”. I wonder what that thought process was like.

By: Katie

Katie — Tue, 19 May 2009 19:25:20 +0000

You know someone with way too much confidence thought this was like, the best idea ever, dude.

By: Level Best

Level Best — Tue, 19 May 2009 16:36:20 +0000

The new header is the best thing I’ve seen today.

By: Vegan Rumblings at I Blame The Patriarchy « Stephen C. Rose

Vegan Rumblings at I Blame The Patriarchy « Stephen C. Rose — Tue, 19 May 2009 10:46:34 +0000

[...] Hugs, Twisty: swinesploitation [...]

By: Lara

Lara — Tue, 19 May 2009 04:03:20 +0000

That commerical.

Why?

By: birkwearingblamer

birkwearingblamer — Mon, 18 May 2009 19:45:45 +0000

That commercial is wrong on so many levels!

By: larkspur

larkspur — Mon, 18 May 2009 15:24:02 +0000

Encreepification was my feeling as well. Also, I hated clowns, jack-in-the-boxes, having the closet door open as I went to sleep, and any arrangement of dolls that meant they’d be looking at me when they came alive at the stroke of midnight.

But I’m straying away from the topic of the post. H1N1 kind of makes more sense. I don’t think swine are terrorists, I’m just saying. And I don’t want anyone to get sick. And yes, I’m going to run like hell on the day that the pigs get organized and break down the pens.

By: Antoinette Niebieszczanski

Antoinette Niebieszczanski — Mon, 18 May 2009 15:05:36 +0000

My dislike wasn’t rooted in morality; the thing just creeped me out. I suppose the fact that I still remember it (I was six at the time) speaks of sick fascination.