It’s time, once again, to delve into the mixed grab bag of what people have been tapping into google in order to end up here over the last fortnight.
Just in case you hadn’t realised: people scour the internet for some odd things. Have some Coasters to ease you into the randomness:
And now to the search terms! Read the rest of this entry »
The proposal for a special day to celebrate the value, struggles and rights of women across the world was made by Luise Zietz and Clara Zetkin in 1910. Inequality of pay, conditions and the status of women at work runs parallel to the sexual exploitation of women, especially through the media.
On an individual level, legal, social and political issues challenge us as women daily in our lives still.
My grandmother, who died in 1972, lived as a supporter of women’s rights. “I remember when people only had aeroplanes as a mad idea in their minds”, she told me one day when I was thinking of dropping History and she was talking me out of it.
“All these thin women these days look as though they’ve agreed to only be half alive,” she told me in the mid-sixties when Twiggy was hugely influential in moulding the thin body as the best shape for women. In 2012, fashions are still very much created for this thin ideal.
This Search Term Sunday comes to you from the addled mind underneath my brand spanking new haircut. I now look eerily like Nick Drake, and let’s face it, who wouldn’t want that?
Since the last track on his second album, Bryter Layter, is an instrumental piece simply titled ‘Sunday’ it’s clearly appropriate listening on the last day of the week.
I don’t understand what’s going on with this video, or why it’s claiming to have lyrics, so I suggest you just shut your eyes and listen instead.
Lay back, lounge around, and let me insist that things will get better and brighter later. Spring’s a-coming, and there’ll be sunshine and petals and frolicking bunnies all around soon. And if you need a reason to smile before that’s actually upon us, then have a gander at some search terms! Read the rest of this entry »
Carrie Bradshaw is a big fat liar.
Sarah Jessica Parker (who, as you probably know, played Ms Bradshaw in Sex and the City) once again has us wondering just how she does it, in her latest film about how she does stuff. But the thing I used to wonder the most about when she was on SATC was: how does she afford all those shoes?
Carrie Bradshaw is a columnist. Yes, okay, a regular columnist in a city newspaper, but come on. A few hundred words a week does not a JK Rowling make. So here is this single thirty-something, writing for a living. That’s not such a bad life, it’s a creative one, fitting in with her PR and art gallery friends.
The outside world looks rubbish these days. The skies are grey, everything’s blowing around in the wind, and there’s not even any snow to make up for it. Pah.
This is definitely the time of year for insisting on staying in. You can avoid the long night/short day problem if you ignore it hard enough, and mulled wine can’t get you into quite as much trouble if you never leave the house.
So get comfy and snuggly inside! Draw the curtains against the evils of the external! Make yourself all nice and warm by lighting a fire or applying several glasses of wine!
And, of course, entertain yourself with this latest batch of search terms. Hopefully giggling at them will ensure that you don’t feel the winter gloom at all:
I understand why someone might be scared to take a peek at the search terms that lead people to Pop Culture Playpen. Quite frankly they can get freaky.
But there’s no need to worry, even though it’s an ostensibly spooky time of year right now. I promise to guide you through this Search Term Sunday safely. There might be shocks and scares along the way, but you’ll come out safely (if somewhat curious about some really weird stuff) on the other side.
how tall is christina hendricks
Seriously, her height is the measurement you’re interested in?
…but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need.
With those Rolling Stones lyrics in mind (and really, who wouldn’t want to take Mick Jagger and Keith Richards’ words seriously?) I’ve decided to use the Search Term Sunday this week to dispense some helpful advice.
Depraved googlers might not have realised that they were participating in a Dear Abby-esque scenario, but the searches people perform in order to end up here are as weird, if not more so, than ever. And I’m not just talking about the appalling spelling.
My first suggestion would be that you eat an apple a day, and try not to end up looking like these guys. Read the rest of this entry »
There’s some rather unorthodox means of getting to Pop Culture Playpen (and I ain’t talking about railways and caravans and carpet rides).
I don’t always understand the odd things people search for to end up at this website, but I always enjoy looking through them.
Come on a whirlwind tour of this week’s with me, cos you obviously already got here. Somehow.
buffy porn
This does not star Phoebe Buffay, no matter what you might hear to the contrary. Read the rest of this entry »
♪ if you live with me, I’ll die for you, and that’s a compromise ♪
Eh, I’ve just about had enough of serious questions, and the resultant discussions, this week. So let’s bring on the levity instead!
Round here that means that it’s time for another Search Term Sunday- looking at, and mocking, the things people have googled that brought them here this week.
promiscuous harlot
So, I think it’s pretty clear that I’m an Angry Individual. Bitter and twisted are two other words, but let’s stick with the anger for now.
I get outraged, indignant, astonished, and that low heavy weight in your stomach that feels a lot like pure evil. And I relish it.
I respect angry people. I love nothing more than watching or reading Charlie Brooker as he annihilates fairly mundane people by making hilarious comparisons (the genius is clearly in a good similie). I cackle with glee watching old recordings of Bill Hicks tearing down the imbeciles who tried to mock him and failed (the genius is clearly in the pure spirit of belief). And me, well, I quite enjoy tearing down and moaning, ranting and raving about ridiculously unimportant things, like coffee (the genius is clearly in the desperate and frequent use of the word ‘fuck’).
Therefore, in the wake of the London Riots, where the ‘Youth of Today’/ ‘Chavtastic cliches who cannot possibly actually define the ‘Youth of Today’’ are tearing stuff down left, right and Croydon, I thought I’d give you an expert’s guide on how to be angry- the middle class way.
1. Expletives
Well alright, that titular Buffy quote was from a vampire called Sunday (pictured above) and not- at least as far as I know- an anthropomorphic version of the last day of the week. But when you think about it, it’s kind of true. Sundays practically do kill you sometimes.
You’re liable to be horribly hungover and terribly tired from your weekend activities- whether they’ve been wholesome or debauched. Or, if you- like quite a few of the PCP crew- spent your Saturday night entertaining a baby while necking booze, a bit of both.
So you’re all tuckered out- and you don’t even get to really relax because another week is just around the corner demanding your attention and energy. Sundays are hard.
However they’re also they day of search term sifting- I’ll be perusing the things people have googled to end up on PCP. And possibly flailing around in confusion.
pics of dean winchester with a little girl
That sounds borderline inappropriate, but the show does feature a lot of creepy kids- many of which like attacking poor Dean: Read the rest of this entry »
Last week Miss Penn sweetly tried to remove the smut, and create a family friendly Search Term Sunday.
Well, let’s have no more of that! I say let’s shun the smut-less, and instead fully embrace the strangeness (and often inappropriate sexual nature) of the search terms that led people here this week.
gay corner time
It’s time for another Search Term Sunday, and this week I’ve wrested back control from Ms Elaine E. Ouse who likes to tell you lies about my birthday.
(Or maybe she’s just not available to bully into doing it for me. Whatever.)
Anyway, it’s certainly time to investigate the strangeness of the search terms which led people to the site this week:
supernatural jensen no clothes, jensen ackles naked, jensen ackles, jensen ackles naked gay, naked jensen ackles, jason ackles nude, jensen ackles nudo, jensen ackles full nude, jensen ackles+naked and jensen ackles but naked
With persistence like that, you deserve some topless Ackles at the very least: Read the rest of this entry »
Then again, it’s not a particularly manic Monday, being yet another Bank Holiday and all. But yesterday was rather hectic, as I went to the Ffourth Fforde Fiesta to interview the ffantastic Jasper Fforde and observe all manner of absurd activities. So that’s my excuse for being late with this Search Term Sunday – the very special time of the week where we highlight the humorous and often inappropriate ways people stumble upon PCP. And I do wish it was Sunday, because then I’d be at the Fiesta all over again!
stereotypical portrayal of an english gentleman
Hugh Grant in all his films ever. Usually of the bumbling, floppy-haired variety, as above, but also sometimes of the caddish type, as in Bridget Jones.
You lot are very, very naughty. Judging by this week’s scandalous search terms, anyway. Fortunately, I’m in the mood for a little Sunday spice, so on this occasion, I’ll be turning the other cheek – instead of smacking YOUR cheeks – and indulging you dirty Googlers. Well, more or less.
But next time… you might just be in for a spanking.
sapanking fetish
Don’t tempt me. And learn to spell.
It’s been one of those weeks. I want the new week to begin, and yet there is still much to do before I can put the old one properly behind me. Still, I’m sure it’s still Sunday somewhere in the world… let’s take a look the best, worst and so-bad -they’re-amazing search terms that led people to PCP this week. And then I’m going to pass out.
sexy baby doll
Baby dolls aren’t meant to be sexy, sicko. Unless you mean Emily Browning’s starring role in Sucker Punch…
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There are some programmes I frequently tune into which undoubtedly can be accused of dubious narrative, poor plotlines and questionable casting. Yet I continue watching.
Why? I’ll tell you why… just don’t judge me!
I’m loyal to these below par programmes because they satisfy a certain craving I have for fashion. There are some shows where the script writers don’t always deliver – but the wardrobe department consistently does. (And then there are the few shows that have it all like Sex in The City or How I Met Your Mother.)
Real life isn’t a big fashion show, but I wish it was. There’s something irresistible about the escapism of clothes, shoes and jewellery, and the styling of characters who can pull of the looks I dream of – from Gossip Girl’s Blair Waldorf to The L Word’s Shane McCutcheon. (Those two characters are pretty different, but hey, I guess I have fashion-schizophrenia.)
So while desperately trying to stop myself trawling eBay for vintage tea dresses, I’ve compiled a list of those programmes and characters that meet my fashion-perving needs.
Happy Sunday all! Hope you’re enjoying yours.
As far as I’m concerned, Sundays are usually for relaxation and recovery. It’s also a good day to check in with your friends- preferably in person with piles of greasy food and lots of liquid.
Sundays are the perfect day for everyone to share their stories of debauchery from the latest week (or, more likely, the weekend) and to swear that they’re never making the same mistakes again.
But if they didn’t, then we’d have nothing to talk about the next Sunday. So mostly the quitters quit quitting, and life goes on with its circular motions.
Since it’s Sunday, it’s time to go through the sinful and strange search terms of the week.
I’d ask everyone to promise to bookmark some stuff instead of abusing google in this fashion, but where would the fun be next weekend if that happened?
Happy Women’s Day!
It’s also the start of Lent, for which this year, having mostly quit smoking already, I am giving up misogyny.
If you would like to do this too, here are daily activities for the duration of Lent to keep us all focused.
Lent 2011 starts the day after Pancake Day, which is Wednesday 9th March. It continues for 46 days until Saturday 23rd April.
In Western Christianity Lent begins on Ash Wednesday and concludes on Holy Saturday. The six Sundays in Lent are not counted among the forty days of Lent because each Sunday represents a “mini-Easter”, a celebration of Jesus.
If you feel that you do need activities for each Sunday during feminist Lent you may meditate and practice your mantra ‘I must not be a misogynist, I must not be a misogynist’.
And of course, make the pledge: swear off Disney porn for the duration of Lent.
Women of 2011, I beseech you, read this now. You need this article. You need this article that you are probably reading on your Blackberry, or iPhone or super cool laptop, whilst sitting on a squashed tube, or at home, nursing your numb feet that have been squished into overpriced shoes. You falsely believe you are a Power Woman. That you, with your well paid job in the media or some such, with your designer handbag and ability to quote Audrey Hepburn without blinking, are the epitome of what the modern woman should be. That you’ve broken the glass ceiling, that you’re powering forward in the urban abyss towards success.
Except your heels are so high that you’ve forgotten what it feels like to stand barefoot on the grass. You’ve forgotten how to play on the swings, to push yourself higher and higher until you feel like you can fly. Your life has been crudites and salmon for so long that you don’t remember just how good a jam sandwich tastes.
But lucky for you, it’s not only Women’s Day on the 8th of March, but the Spring Equinox, the pagan holiday of Oestara on the 20th. So really, it’s the month of the Goddess.
For the last week or so I have been staring at everybody’s shoes. I really like shoes.
It’s not a fetish thing, although please don’t think that I don’t like fetishism. Especially if shoes are involved.
I was asked last week why anyone would ever go out in high heels in London at all.
I do see that it is madness- there’s so much time spent on squishy tubes and lurching night buses, and sometimes you’re expected to face cobbles.
But then conversation turned to whether high heels are anti-feminist.
My grandma (Feminist icon #1) speaks about having to make meals and be treated like dirt, whilst also feeling that she was expected to be on stupid, painful stilts. Read the rest of this entry »
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