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Gory pictures of little girls, sushi, fancy drinks, flora, fauna, Lady GaGa, animated gifs, Spongebob Squarepants,  Ghost World, poetry, pizza, cartoons,Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Janis Joplin, astronomy and space exploration, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Audrey Hepburn, feminazi balderdash.

AMY

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Happy New Year

Just an update from our good friends Hi and Lois:

Top Eleven of 2011

1. TOPS. No, I'm not talking about graphic tees. Ick. That shit went out with bands with cool animals in their names. I'm talking about shit like fucking this, man. You don't give a shit what I think were the best eleven things that happened in the last three hundred and sixty-five days, yet I'm pretty freakin' sure you'll read your ass to the end of this list. Go ahead. Try and defy me. See what happens.

This Year, Give the Gift of Political Discomfort

Have you ever noticed that the harder the media tries to make Christmas--whoops, I mean, the winter season, non-denominational and all-inclusive, the Christmasier the actual Christmas Eve and Day get? Our global media has a bad case of Christmas frustration. So step in line and until Santa pops by, tell the kids repression is what the global village is getting for Christmas! That way, on the morning of December 25th, they'll be even more surprised when they receive that much-yearned-for DVD that came out in 2009, HMV (do people still shop for presents there?) gift certificate, and fanciful notebook/book/daytimer/wallet thing.

A few gems from the Saturday Toronto Star that appeared on the front porch of my parents' house this morning. Additionally, Cultural Wha? dips her prolific beak into a previously untouched medium: comic strips!

AMY

Who's a Diva Now, Bitch

It honestly doesn't bother me when, say, a roommate leaves her Diva Cup out on the bathroom counter. Because my beef with the Diva Cup isn't that it's been inside a girl for 24 hours and now it's on my counter. I mean, hey, who am I to judge. I'm all for the "convenience" and "sustainability" principles behind the Diva Cup, as well as the explicit but informative claim that it will "last you years." No, the issue does not lie in the function or occasionally disturbing accompanying images of the new women's menstrual product.

I'm talking about the name. Diva...Cup? Okay, so it's a cup. I get that part. But Diva? What the fuck? So I'm a diva for putting a cup up my vag now? I thought I was just a smart consumer. And c'mon, let's just save the pink flowers for my first sex-ed class. I'm a woman with a body that means business, and I need a feminine hygiene company that gets it.

TAMPON. It's serious. It's not fucking around. And I like the corporate flavour of brand names like Tampax and Kotex. That "x" means business goddamnit, like it could do your taxes and sell your stocks too. Even "pad" is straight and to the point. No funny stuff. Plus it has a cool sort of upside-down symmetry with the first and last letter.

No funny stuff, Diva Cup!

JULIA