Archive for August, 2010

That's Horrifyingly Educational

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

Apparently, it's common practice for medical students to perform pelvic exams on anesthetized patients, without ever obtaining consent. A 2003 interview with Dr. Michael Greger has been republished, and talks in-depth about the practice. Here's the topper:

Women can write on their bikini line, "I do not give consent for medical students to practice pelvic exams on me" in marker. Then as soon as the clothes come off or the robe is lifted and all the medical students are getting on their latex gloves they can see that message. And that will stop them.

The Newest 9/11 Truther

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

The headline for the linked article reads "Fidel Castro claims Osama bin Laden is a US spy". It's all downhill from there.

Ol' Salty

Monday, August 30th, 2010

After a recent trade with Texas, Jarrod Saltalamacchia was added to the Boston Red Sox roster. While reading a RedSox.com article about the new addition, I spotted a confusing picture:

Photoshop Disaster

What on earth kind of a bat is he holding? Or, where is the rest of his bat? What the hell is going on? After staring at this for quite awhile, I finally watched the video it was linking to, and saw this frame:

Photoshop Disaster

Apparently, it's a Photoshop disaster from removing the score overlay from the video.

While he has yet to reach his potential in the big leagues (and he played just three games with the Sox before being sidelined with a bizarre leg infection), Saltalamacchia does hold one record: longest last name in baseball history, at 14 letters. The record was previously held by 5 players who had 13-letter last names, including the ridiculously-named Tim Spooneybarger. Take a moment to chuckle at his ridiculous jersey:

Jarrod Saltalamacchia's ridiculous jersey
180° worth of name

Octopuss

Friday, August 27th, 2010

In other vagina-related news, a rather obscene tree in Thailand has "predicted" a winning lottery number. According to the Phuket Gazette, villagers from the tree's home used numerology to "find" the number 008 in the tree’s trunk, and bought lottery tickets based off this. It's not clear if that's the whole winning number, 0-0-8, or if they literally just used "8" to somehow hit the jackpot. Either way, they won and they're crediting the vagina tree.

Thailand's Vagina Tree

It's no Paul the Octopus, but that's pretty good for a tree.

Want a Raise, Ladies?

Friday, August 27th, 2010

It can be difficult to ask your boss for a raise. If you're a woman, Summer's Eve is here to help, with some helpful advice. No wait, not helpful, the other thing…

Oh, right, right. "Truly bizarre". Summer's Even is here to help with some truly bizarre advice.

Unbranding

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

I only know enough about Jersey Shore to know I couldn't care less about the show and its cast of Oompa-Loompas. It seems that the fashion world, however, is very attuned to it. It's not for the reasons you might expect though.

Apparently, after one of the shows cast members Snooki was seen constant with a Coach bag, Coach sent her a free bag. It wasn't one of their bags, however – it was a Gucci bag, one of Coach's competitors.

Allegedly, the anxious folks at these various luxury houses are all aggressively gifting our gal Snookums with free bags. No surprise, right? But here's the shocker: They are not sending her their own bags. They are sending her each other's bags! Competitors' bags!

If you're so reviled that it actually nets you free stuff, does that count as a win?

Rent a White Guy

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

This fascinating article from The Atlantic details how author Mitch Moxley became a rentable white guy in China.

"I call these things ‘White Guy in a Tie' events," a Canadian friend of a friend named Jake told me during the recruitment pitch he gave me in Beijing, where I live. "Basically, you put on a suit, shake some hands, and make some money. We'll be in ‘quality control,' but nobody's gonna be doing any quality control. You in?"

I only wish the article were longer, because this whole idea is very interesting.

Life in the Minor Leagues

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Having recently seen a Double-A baseball game, I was fascinated to read this (quite long) article on the realities of playing minor league ball. While big leaguers make a minimum of $400,000 a year, and generally much, much more, minor leaguers average between a few hundred and a few thousand dollars a month, for just five months of the year.

This can lead to all manner of difficulties for the men pursuing their dream of playing in the big leagues. In fact, the Double-A minimum salary is just $1700, just below the average monthly unemployment payout is $1703.20. Players would make slightly more if they simply didn't work at all.

With this in mind, it's not hard to see why my fellow Tufts alumnus Randy Newsom attempted to sell futures in himself. Unfortunately, that plan was shut down and subsequently quite watered down.

Solving The Golddigger Problem

Monday, August 23rd, 2010

If you haven't heard Cee-Lo's new single 'Fuck You', you will. To get in on this catchy-ass song and its deliciously vulgar chorus before it completely blows up, just have a listen. The preview video is simple, but stands on its own quite well. As you might expect given the name, the song is obviously NSFW – Not Safe For Work.

Cee-Lo's 'Fuck You'
That's quite a chorus.

If you've already heard the song, however, you know it's also NSFW in a different way – Not Safe For Whites, at least those of us who don't want to toss out the N-word. After much thought, I've hit upon a solution for the "golddigger problem":

  • Oh shit, she's a gold lover.
    Just thought you should know, brother.

Use it when you inevitably find yourself singing this song in the car, belting it out in the shower, or serenading the mailman while flipping a magnificent double bird.

Bad Ads: AT&T's 'Ballet' Ad

Friday, August 20th, 2010

My poor television, which does nothing but what is asked of it, is often subjected to hysterical rantings about the nincompoopery that is modern advertising. The most recent ad to have me scattering flecks of spittle into the air is AT&T's 'Ballet', which can currently be viewed via YouTube1. It shows the same woman in two parallel universes, one where she's on AT&T's faster network and the other where she's on a different, ever-so-slightly slower network. As she walks outside, she downloads something to her phone. When her download finishes, she puts away her phone, dropping her ballet shoes in the process.

In the AT&T universe where her download finished faster, a pair of ballet producers take notice of the woman. She joins them, auditions, and gets a part. How very fortunate that she had that AT&T phone!

A second still from the ad
On the left is the AT&T universe. On the right is a depressing world of unfulfilled promise and crushing despair.

In the non-AT&T universe, the ballet producers pass our protagonist by without noticing her, leaving her to continue her sad and unfulfilling existence. Ultimately, she watches someone else perform in the ballet and contemplates taking her own life.

Of course, the two outcomes have no real relation to AT&T or its supposedly faster network. They're simple chance. If the producers had left their office 5 seconds later, AT&T's network would have had the woman dropping her slippers too early, while the slow network would have led to the fulfillment of all her dreams.

Here's a tip for the thousands of advertising executives out there among my faithful readers: if the meaning of your ad depends on a coin flip, you probably don't have a very good ad. Also, a follow-up tip, a quick look at the numbers says that you probably don't have a very good ad anyway.

The most galling bit is that it would be so easy to fix this dreck. Instead of a chance meeting on the street caused by dropped ballet slippers, the woman could be downloading directions to a ballet audition. The faster AT&T network would get her the directions sooner, so she could set off and get the part. The slower network could delay her enough that by the time she got to the audition, the part has gone to someone else. Everything else could remain the same, and the entire premise would no longer revolve around happenstance.

AT&T advertisers, you're welcome to this idea free of charge. It's all yours, because avoiding the mental drain caused by your brainlessness is worth far more than money.


Footnotes:

  1. I've also archived the commercial in all its 720p wretchedness here.