In August 1984, Harper’s editor Lewis Lapham gathered a panel of literary types, feminists, civil libertarians, and professional pearl-clutchers to ask the eternal American question: what is pornography, and should somebody stop it?
When it comes to equal rights, the left is as guilty as the right. A lot of the states that blocked the ERA may wear red hats now, but back in the ’70s and ’80s they were blue, run by Southern Democrats...
NEW YORK — On March 25, Gloria Steinem turns 91, which feels like as good an excuse as any to…
A storm sent by Zeus swept Odysseus’s ship along for nine days before bringing them to the Land of the Lotus-Eaters, where the natives offered his men the intoxicating fruit of the lotus. The moment they ate it, they forgot Ithaca. Forgot Penelope. Forgot the voyage. They wanted nothing more than to stay right there, chewing sweetness until time stopped.
History remembers Thomas Alva Edison as a wizard of wires, a conjurer of filaments, a man who bent lightning into submission and charged admission. What history forgets or perhaps blushes too hard to record is that before the lightbulb, before the phonograph, before Menlo Park became a cathedral of invention, Edison was obsessed with comfort. Human comfort. Domestic comfort. Intimate comfort. Full stop. Period. Not that kind of period you perv.
Red pussy as policy,
legislated, inspected, guarded by men
who swear it’s sacred
right up until it belongs to someone else.
A body part turned border,
entry denied,
freedom conditional on approval stamps
and sermons delivered through clenched teeth.
Red pussy as territory,
mapped by lawmakers who’ve never visited,
declared holy by people
who only touch it metaphorically
with laws, penalties, and threats.
Choice reduced to a talking point,
autonomy wrapped in caution tape
and called protection.
Just about any actress will go topless in a movie nowadays, which Mr. Skin greatly appreciates. But it takes a special type of woman to go bottomless on camera. You’ll lose your pants when babes like Amy Adams, Monica Bellucci, Julianne Moore, Tiffany Richards, and Mira Sorvino go bottomless on the small and big screen.
When Mia River gets home from her classes, the first thing this cock loving coed does is take her clothes off. Her tan lines are absolute perfection as they highlight her hard nips and slippery bare cooch. As she strikes a variety of sexy poses, Mia invites you to cum inside with her do me smile
I just popped a handful of Jesus gummies when an alert hit my phone. Another executive order. Another Sharpie signature dragged across American life like it was a bar tab somebody forgot to close. This one is called Jeffrey’s Law, not sure why, and it addresses child predators giving away free candy by doing what this government does best: figuring out how to get a piece of it.
Important clarification, because facts still technically matter. Jeffrey’s Law does not criminalize the act of giving away free candy. That would suggest intent. Or premeditation. Or a desire to stop something. Instead, it simply imposes tariffs on the candy itself. The candy is free. Free means gift. Gift means taxable. Welcome to Taxation 101.
COLUMBUS, OH — Researchers at the newly-named Trump-Kennedy Institute for Masculine Health Sciences have identified a new condition affecting MAGA men, officially labeled A.L.P.H.A. Syndrome: Aggressive Libido Pullback from Hyper-Performative Alphaness. The name alone explains the problem. Trying this hard to look dominant is starting to have the opposite effect.
