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SmartBitchContest:AdvertiseyourNewRomanticComedy

by SB Sarah Monday, June 09, 2008 at 06:50 PM

Here at Smart Bitch HQ, there’s a driving rhetoric behind our blog. Yes, we have A Nefarious Agenda. I kinda thought it was obvious, but really, I can spell it out:

1. We love romance. You can’t put us down for loving it. You can’t even call us bitches ‘cause, lookee there, we already did.

2. We want good romance to read. And we want to spread the word about the good romance because the good romance makes us panty in our happy parts.

So! In an effort to further Our Nefarious Agenda, readers like Lori offer up brilliance that, as Lori so rightly says, could make for some awesome, wacky, romantic comedy.

Seems there’s some artist in Finland who likes to bike around inside a giant vulva.

More,more,more!>

SmartBitchContest:BikingVulvaRomanticComedy-theEntries!

by SB Sarah Wednesday, June 11, 2008 at 10:43 AM

Behold, the entries for the Biking Vulva Romantic Comedy Contest. Which one best advertises a romantic comedy that has the perfect storm of comedic ingredients, from a giant pink vag on bikes, to the cunt bringing the art of everything.

Entries are below the fold. Vote early, vote once (that’s how the software is setup, folks. Sorry). You’ve got 24 sleek, slippery hours. 

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SayAllSeven?Sure,WhyNot.

by SB Sarah Monday, June 23, 2008 at 04:46 AM

As I learned recently, you, or I, can say “bitch” on the radio and the FCC won’t come after you. But there are, as many fans of comedy know, seven words you can’t say. We Bitches are big fans of words you can’t say. From the mellifluous syllables of “cuntmonkey” to new and enjoyable derivatives of “shit” and “fuck,” we Bitches, we like the dirty language. I mean, come on. Our site title in and of itself is all about undermining the dominant assumptions about individual members of our lexicon. We love words, and we really, really love bad words.

So I’m sad this morning to learn that George Carlin, who was once arrested for disturbing the peace because of his routine about the “Seven Words You Can’t Say on Television,” died Sunday of heart failure at age 71. Carlin’s case following the arrest in 1972 was ultimately heard before the Supreme Court, which ruled 5-4 that “the sketch was ‘indecent but not obscene,’” which created a solid foundation for the FCC to “determine what constituted indecency on the airwaves.” The FCC’s cause against indecency continues today - just ask Eric Idle. Of the case Carlin said,

So my name is a footnote in American legal history, which I’m perversely kind of proud of,” Carlin said. “In the context of that era, it was daring.”

“It just sounds like a very self-serving kind of word. I don’t want to go around describing myself as a ‘groundbreaker’ or a ‘difference-maker’ because I’m not and I wasn’t,” he said. “But I contributed to people who were saying things that weren’t supposed to be said.”

Aside from vocabulary and decency issues, I loved Carlin’s comedy routines, particularly the one where he talks about having too much stuff. I think about that and giggle every time I try to pack up the family and it takes an act of congress to move us around, what with all the crap we carry around.

So long, sir. Thanks for cracking me up.

MoreWinners,ThisTimeForVulvas!

by SB Sarah Saturday, June 28, 2008 at 09:23 AM

Expression Engine, which is the CMS that runs this here blog, has some nifty features, among them the ability to make entries expire and thus disappear from view. This is great if I’m running a contest. This is not great if I expect to remember anything, because if it’s not floating in front of my eyes, I do not remember it. So, much flogging of Sarah commences now.

And also, awarding of prizes! The winner of the Biking Vulva Contest is:

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Star Opal for “The Heart Shaped Box” by Cella DeVenus. Tight passages indeed. I have to remember to use that one.

You win a $25 gift certificate to Powell’s or Amazon, your choice, and the CD audio book of Christina Dodd’s Some Enchanted Evening.

Congratulations, and my apologies for being a completely absent minded, forgetful fruitcake of a person this month.

LinksForYourClickingPleasure

by SB Sarah Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 02:35 AM

Art of RomanceThe Art of Romance will be a book – thank heavens! My coffee table has a burp rag, some clickers, a graham cracker, and a copy of Bar Mitzvah Disco, but does it have a paperback collection of the visual history of Mills & Boon romance covers? No! It is lacking! Oh, the sorrow! The woe!

You can order your own copy of the book, which is due out October 2008. It traces the development of the genre and provides a visual history of one of our favorite elements, the cover art. Thanks to BB for the link.

And if cover art wasn’t enough joy for your eyeballs, here is an EXTREMELY NSFW OMGHOLYCRAP link (that I saved for Saturday for that very reason) provided with thoughtful care by Sarah (not me, another Sarah). Two words that express limitless pleasure: Naked rugby. Members of New Zealand’s national team, All Blacks, participated in a nude rugby match for charity. Yeah, yeah charity. I wanna know what the Haka looked like performed by full monty rugby players.

And if nude bottoms are not on your work agenda today, try this, courtesy of Debunot: “What did you do today?” “Oh, I rescued a family of baby ducks who were jumping off an awning.” So cute my teeth hurt. *le sigh*

Speaking of teeth hurting, if this cake were mine I’d never eat it. No matter how much I wanted cake. (Thanks to Miri for the link).

Too much sweet and Selleck? Then I’ll smack you silly with a slightly late link to the Purple Prose winner for worst sex scene, from Rebecca Miller’s The Private Lives of Pippa Lee:

a pleasure ballooned from her sex, swelled to fill her body until it burst, the sensation running down her legs, and she cried out, her head falling lifeless on the mattress, her body lank as the neck of a dead swan.

That’s just comedy freaking gold right there. Wow. Dead swans and sex balloons. It’s like Lisa Frank mixed with hardcore porn.

T-MinusOneWeekuntilHalloween

by SB Sarah Friday, October 24, 2008 at 01:41 PM

Thanks to Joanne, the allure of the pirate, it falters in the face of these costumes. It’s one week until Halloween, and time for a little game I like to call, ¿Quién es más faygele?

This Guy.

That Guy.

That Other Guy.

Dude.

Yarr! Take your pick!

¿Quién es más faygele?
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