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Monday, August 2. 2010
Cheesecake? At Maggie's Farm?
If you blinked this morning you missed the link I posted to a gallery of the Playboy centerfolds, semi- and unclad, "Maggie's Farmcritters", from 1953-2008. It was taken down by order from she-who-must-be-obeyed, our in-farm censor. Banned from the Farm even as a link, not to mention in full display "below the fold" as a hidden page.
As a site posting great art, I wonder if painted nudes will be banned, or statues figleafed. Bird Dog, better skip the Belvedere Museum outside Vienna.
But, my wife is from Europe, and enjoys the female form. She posed nude and in lingerie when younger. Her mother has a nude drawing of my wife on her living room wall. We have several Klimpts hanging in our house, and it hasn't corrupted our sons, both former champion breast-feeders. My wife enjoyed and emailed around my review of the Hooters International Swimsuit Pageant.
The other day I replied to a Commenter that "As I age, I would find more delight in finding the perfect Italian Cheesecake, far rarer than the perfect 'cheesecake.' " Personally, I would never allow cream cheese cake to pass my lips, but I wouldn't ban others from enjoying it when tastefully done.
What are your tastes and limits in either cheesecake?
(Photo is an Italian Cheesecake. Ricotta cheese. Not too sweet.)
Posted by Bruce Kesler in Our Essays, The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 12:05 | Comments (32) | Trackbacks (0)
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I'll leave that up to the figged cojones of the husband of she-who-must-be-obeyed.
He has to live, not alone, at the Farm.
John Tierney had an interesting piece on strip clubs in 1998
I don't know if the link will work in general or only for me. If needed, search the NYT archives for tierney strip clubs.
It has a point. It just doesn't please women.
"It has a point. It just doesn't please women."
Funny, I would have thought insights like this one wouldn't please men all that much, either:
''One implication of the study,'' explained Dr. Kim Wallen, a psychologist at Emory's Yerkes Primate Center, ''is that strip bars are popular because male losers can retreat there to raise their testosterone levels.''
Seriously, I've never understood the point of posts like this one. Writing for a group blog means displaying some rudimentary awareness of touchy subjects and sensibilities you may not share. On your own site, you can do whatever you please.
Is the point to taunt BD (a gentleman I greatly admire) for not sharing your enlightened mores? When posting on someone else's site, I've always gone out of my way to respect their rules whether or not I agree with them - and I frequently don't.
Doesn't seem like too much to ask, and publicly calling out your host or impugning his manhood only convinces me that BirdDog isn't the one who needs to step away from the keyboard for a moment.
Since I frequently view from work, PG above the fold. Below the fold, a relaxed R is fine with me.
As for that other cheesecake, chocolate with fresh cherries.
Now, don't generalize, rhhardin. I am a woman, albeit an old one, and the unclad female form has always been pleasing to me. I'm just an 'equal opportunity' gawker, and I also enjoy the sight of gorgeous unclad male forms as well, something which Dr. Merc and Bruce well know.
What I don't enjoy in my viewing of beautiful humanity is obvious fakery, such as breast implants. They are always obvious to a trained observer, and if a woman is as thin as a praying mantis except for these two cantaloupes on her chest, she just looks silly, not sexy.
P.S. It was a charming post, Bruce. Now give us some photographs of sexy SEALs running on the beach at Coronado.
Your wish is always my command Marianne, she-who-really-must-be-obeyed:
Ahhhh..... Marianne, Marianne. You truly are a jewel among women. So, rather than embarrass myself with a long mushy appreciation of your postings, please accept my admiration for your insight electronically submitted from afar. (Anywhere and everywhere is far in Texas)
I was one of the unwitting viewers of this morning's photos because I clicked before I bothering to check the link.
I guess my question is, if all the nudes in your house are such great art -- your Klimpts, your mother's drawing of your wife, or your wife's photos, for that matter, why don't you post them instead of a bunch of old Playboy pictures and then calling your Maggie's Farm censor a prude?
I'd be pleased to so post.
Bird Dog: I await your censor's OK.
Well, PRUDE-ity comes in many forms, some burka-dized and be-headed illustrate. But, as I told the last guy I disagreed with before abandoning his blog.... "Your blog, your rules. If I disagree, I can go elsewhere." and I did.
Another blog, filled with refugees from the other blog has a group of individuals who cannot let go. This sad group of people have a thread titled "Have you been banned?" I think ignoring the former blog's cretinous host is the best reward/revenge for his censorship. (I've been back twice in the last three just to see if I haven't been awarded the coveted "BANNED" notice. Nope. Not yet.)
Anyway, not to say I'm one to cast stones at another labor of love. It is free (for me) and I get far more in return than I pay. I enjoy coming here and reading and exploring. I even appreciate the occasional cheesecake.
Myself, I'd like to go on record that I'm completely impartial on the subject.
Actually, I must say that, while I am not a prude by any stretch, I was figuring on seeing something else other than Bunnies from start to recent - imagine my delight surprise.
Anyhoo - the Mrs has posed nude several times in college as well as post-college and she has modeled for me and other photographers when the muse strikes my photographic "artsy" side. It's not like we don't all know what the other gender's naughty bits look like anyway.
I mean jeezum pete... :>)
Hmmm - I see the potential for a Photoshopped post in the very near future.
See "Good Artists Borrow" for some...um...interesting "etchings".
My small biz initiative --mail order Polaroids of myself in various greek Olympian poses --unfortunately seized up on the backstretch right out of the starting blocks
Heh - reminds me of a great story from my EMS days. Got a call for severe backpain, responded and found a highly distraught husband and half naked lady in a highly compromising position - and the room was full of light umbrellas and a couple of cameras.
It made for a terrific run report I'll tell you what.
Related. That top pic is above the fold, to note.
Those were the days.
buddy dear ... I'd love to order some of those Polaroids in Greek poses... Do you have one of buddy as discus thrower?
I should have confessed, by the way, that my fondness for the unclad human form was nourished by a study of art in my youth, and helped along by my first marriage to an artist, who was impecunious, to say the least. I supported him, he drew pictures of my unclad female form, as well as landscapes, etc. He died two years after our marriage of kidney disease.
MM, your second para is as compelling a first sentence of a short story as any i've ever seen.
'artist' almost means 'impecunious' --seems like anyhoo. Gaugin was said to be careful with his accounts --he also left his wife and five children in the lurch, to go 'find himself' (driving Van Gogh to ear-slicing fury along the way) --and even before i knew all that his paintings looked to me like paintings of what a would-be artist might think a painting might look like.
I love your posts, but geez, Marianne, couldn't you have just said 'broke'?
On the other hand, impecunious was probably a Forth Form (10th grade for those who didn't live at their school) vocabulary word that I should have known. Thanks for the (re)education!
There had damn-well be a cheese cake recipe somewhere on this damn site or there will be consequences. Damn ugly, painful consequences. Am I clear?
Tastes in the leggy kind of cheesecake:
2) Wit, sense of humor, and charm
3) Natural everything. No 'shopped bodies, and natural hair, please (early gray is sexier than any bottle color).
Having said that, the ideal photo can be titled, "What Adam saw when he woke up": A beautiful woman who is not self-conscious of the fact that she is naked. Self-consciousness turns a sensual picture into a prurient one, and destroys its ability to lift the spirits of man.
reminds me of the first words ever spoken:
"Stand back, Eve, dunno how big this thing is gonna get"
It figures... i saw the original post above the fold while at work but thought I better wait until I got home to enjoy....poof gone.... and replaced with cheesecake. Could you have not hidden the link in the cheesecake?