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Isolated track of Barbra Streisand singing David Bowie’s ‘Life on Mars’
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ButterFly is probably the most controversial album in Barbra Streisand’s impressive catalog. It was produced by her boyfriend at the time, Jon Peters, who had been a hairdresser and had no experience producing albums ( credits arranger Tom Scott as the “real power” on the album). On ButterFly Streisand ventured far outside of her comfort zone, covering the likes of Bob Marley (“Guava Jelly”) and Buck Owens (“Crying Time”). Streisand’s majestic treatment of Bowie’s “Life on Mars” might be the most successful track on the album (this guy thinks so, anyway) but in the September 1976 issue of Playboy Cameron Crowe asked Bowie what he thought of Streisand’s version and this was his answer: “Bloody awful. Sorry, Barb, but it was atrocious.”

As an album overall, Streisand has named ButterFly as one of her least favorite; in a February 6, 1992, appearance on Larry King Live a caller asked Streisand what her favorite and least favorite of her own albums were; she cited The Broadway Album as her favorite and ButterFly as her least favorite: “That was pretty lousy. I think that’s the only one that I didn’t love. I just don’t remember the songs. I can’t remember what was on it. I don’t remember doing it.”

I don’t know. I’m no Streisand fan, but from this distance ButterFly looks punk as fuck. The sly album cover reminds me of Alex Chilton’s first album Like Flies on Sherbert, and the choice to do those unusual covers exhibits a certain “eff you” attitude that I enjoy. If middle-aged Barbra of 1992 didn’t agree, who could fault her, really. The whole Jon Peters thing and whatever criticism she received probably tarnished it for her.

Hear Babs cover Bowie after the jump…

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‘Dr. Strangelove’ recreated using everyday household objects
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Artist Kristan Horton knows Dr. Strangelove well. I mean really well, much, much better than you do: he’s watched it hundreds of times, the natural outcome of a situation that arose when a VHS cassette of Stanley Kubrick’s masterpiece was the only content he could play on his TV set over a period lasting more than two years.

Horton, who is from Canada, says that this created a relationship to the movie he had to respond to, somewhat like when “Star Wars fans ... log hundreds of viewings and go on to make Storm Trooper outfits for themselves in their living rooms.”

Several years ago Horton decided to make an art project by re-creating hundreds of stills from the movie using ordinary objects you might find in your home. The project is called Dr. Strangelove Dr. Strangelove and was shown at Jessica Bradley Art + Projects and Vancouver’s Contemporary Art Gallery.

Horton had wanted to re-create the movie via animation, but eventually realized that the stills from Dr. Strangelove had a special power and allowed for sober comparison of the original and the imitation:

The project began with an intention to animate [by creating] an animated film. But it was the still that attracted me. The comparison was the exciting part. We can take as much time as we like in making the comparison. Time is on our side, not whizzing by at 24 frames per second.

The project has roughly 200 images, of which we show a small sample here. You can buy the book of Dr. Strangelove Dr. Strangelove and study all of the images at your leisure.

(Click on each image to see a larger view—these are gorgeous, and you’re going to want a closer look.)


More after the jump…

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Rock stars in bed
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Pop Culture


Morrissey in bed 1983
Morrissey sometime around 1983
As I take my guest blogging duties here at Dangerous Minds very seriously, I decided that spending much of the last two days rummaging through the Internet for photos of famous musicians lying around in bed was a good idea. And guess what? It paid off.
Joan Jett on her bed in LA 1977
Joan Jett in her bedroom in LA in 1977. Photo Chris Stein.
While you may be familiar with some of the images you’re about to treat your eyes to, I’m betting that there are a good few that you haven’t seen before. Like the one above of a nineteen-year-old Joan Jett hanging out on her bed in her LA apartment around 1977. I’ve always loved Joan. But after seeing the bondage gear hanging above her head in this photo, I dig her even more (if that’s even possible). The concept for this fairly epic post all started while I was goofing off leering at photos of various musicians clad in their underwear. I know, stay classy, Cherrybomb. After giving myself two bloodshot eyes looking at one too many photos of Robert Plant playing soccer back in the 70’s wearing THIS, I came across a photo of New York Dolls’ guitarist, Johnny Thunders and his then girlfriend, Susanne Blomqvist, (with whom he fathered a child in 1987), likely taken sometime in the early 80’s in Stockholm (Thunders spent a lot of time bouncing back and forth from Paris to Stockholm in the early 80’s). Thus, this post was born.
Johnny Thunders and Susanne Blomqvist early 80's
Johnny Thunders and Susanne Blomqvist. Early 80’s
As I am a stickler for details (as well as a terrible liar), I also managed to track down a little bit of a backstory on nearly all of the photos that follow such as dates and places where the images were captured, when possible. Rock stars, they’re just like you and me. Only richer, better looking, and in some sad cases, dead. Enjoy!
David Johansen and Cyrinda Foxe 1976 from The Legend of Nick Detroit in Punk magazine Volume 1, Number 6
David Johansen and Cyrinda Foxe in 1976. Taken from “The Legend of Nick Detroit”, Punk magazine - Volume One, Number Six
Jimi Hendrix at The Drake Hotel in New York 1968
Jimi Hendrix at The Drake Hotel in New York, 1968
More rock stars in bed, after the jump…

Noise artist Aaron Dilloway is raising money for the Nepalese earthquakes with his field recordings
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Current Events


One doesn’t have to be especially a fan of the noise underground to have heard of Wolf Eyes. The Michigan band leveled up in the mid oughts from cassette culture to Sub Pop, and the group continues today. Their classic early lineup featured the gifted sound manipulator Aaron Dilloway, who left in 2005, but remains an active solo artist based in Oberlin, OH, where he runs the store Hanson Records, which is also the name of the long-running label on which he’s released cassettes by the likes of Emeralds, Andrew WK, and of course Wolf Eyes.

According to the Detroit Metro Times, Dilloway has ties to Nepal via his wife, who did PhD fieldwork there, and he’s been raising money through the sales of his own field recordings to help the victims of the devastating recent earthquakes.

As soon as news broke of the devastating earthquake in Nepal two weeks ago, Dilloway offered his epic box set of field recordings for sale online, with all the proceeds benefiting quake relief. As of yesterday, he posted that he’s raised over $5,000 towards relief, just from sales of this one set.



The set is titled Sounds Of Nepal Volumes 1—3, and the digital download is yours for a $15 donation. Proceeds go to the America Nepal Medical Foundation, who have a direct fundraising link on their web site if you’d like to donate but “Buddhist Cremation Music” and “Cow Drinking From Public Water Tap” aren’t your bag.

More after the jump…

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Derek Erdman: America’s greatest living ‘Art Garbage Movement’ painter
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“In McMembrance”
Derek Erdman is currently one of my favorite American artists. It’s not just that I connect with his absurdist outsider pop images, but it’s his entire philosophy about producing art which is accessible—both figuratively and literally—that draws me to his work. In addition to being a highly prolific painter, Erdman is an infamous prankster, as well as the mastermind behind “Rap Master Maurice,” who, for $17, will make a “revenge rap” phone call for you. Erdman also happens to be a receptionist at the venerable Sub Pop record label.

His website contains hundreds of works for sale, and, incredibly, also includes a link for price haggling

After the recent purchase of a lovely portrait of a certain 1970s, Flavor-Aid-serving cult leader, I had the pleasure of talking to Derek about his work and refreshingly anti-classist approach to the “art world.”

I can’t be the first person to have made this joke, but since you’re an artist and you also work at Sub Pop, does that make you a “Sub Pop artist”?

Derek Erdman: I reckon that’s the case, yes. I’d very much love to have a SP catalog number for one of my paintings one day, that’s kind of a dream. Dean Whitmore’s (Sub Pop Sales Department) daughter has a catalog number. Art Director Jeff Kleinsmith’s wedding has a catalog number. Founder Bruce Pavitt’s daughter has one. It’s wild over at Sub Pop. Wiiiiiiiiild.

Does your “day job” allow you enough time to be such a prolific artist? Do you still “need” a day job at this point in your career?

DE: I started working at Sub Pop because painting all day at home was really lonely. At times I totally forgot how to communicate with people. In a way, I’d say I’m only just now acclimating into office life. I have a feeling I’m pretty annoying in the office, like the guy who bursts into a room wearing a beanie and interrupting everything. My co-workers have great patience, but also a penchant for losing their bus cards, which I have to replace. I love my role there, and in a way I can make art while at work, or at least have ideas that I can go home and make into paintings. That place also encourages pranks, which is nice. I could hustle enough money to live without it, but Sub Pop allows me to get my teeth fixed and eat foods that aren’t black beans and rice. Plus having a schedule is a good thing for me, otherwise I’d just stay up for 36 hours at a time in some kind of manic flurry. And that hardly ever ends well.

“She Made Them Realize”
I mentioned the word “prolific” in the last question, and that’s no understatement.  How many paintings would you say you’ve done? There seem to be hundreds on your site.

DE: I’d say I’m between 5,500 - 6,000. Those aren’t Steve Keene numbers, but I’m cool with that. I like naps.

Your work seems equally inspired by the Pop Art movement and the Outsider Art movement. If you were to “art-historian” yourself, under what category would you classify Derek Erdman’s work?

DE: Oh jeez, I dunno. Art Garbage? The Vague Sincerity Movement? Old Country Buffet?

When I first saw your paintings, I was reminded a bit of the art of Sam McPheeters. Are you familiar with his work? I also got a Howard Finster vibe. Are there any artists who inspired or informed your style, or do you think that these sort of outsider “lowbrow” styles develop of their own accord? Is it fair to use the term “lowbrow”?

DE: Lowbrow is fine, I don’t take offense to that. I find coolness or being fancy to be pretty unappealing. I probably couldn’t be an art museum grant-having, complicated-explanation artist if I tried. My style mostly comes from the clip art of Tom Tierney, my work ethic from being raised in Cleveland, Ohio. It’s rough and tumble there. If you don’t work hard, you end up all rusty and alcoholic. I love Sam McPheeters, his sense of humor is perfect. I was in a band for a week that did Dead Milkmen covers in college and we opened for [Sam McPheeters’ ‘90s band] Born Against in a pizza shop basement. At the beginning of the show somebody made the declaration that there shouldn’t be any anti-religious statements during the show, I think there was a then-current controversy. So in between Dead Milkmen covers we made up a song called “Fuck the Church.” God, we were the worst. I later made a fake “distro” newsletter listing bootlegs of a ton of Born Against and Universal Order of Armegeddon shows, you know, like Grateful Dead tape trader style of dates and different cities. I sent a copy of it to Vermiform [Records] and whoever got it really didn’t like that joke. Moss Icon though, holy shit.

“Nighthawks in the Bathroom”
What is the typical process involved in doing a painting?

DE: Usually acquiring different sizes of wood and painting them different colors. Then I’ll eventually have an idea that seems vague enough to have multiple meanings, and paint them onto the wood with house paint. I like to watch 48 Hours type true crime murder mystery TV shows on YouTube while I paint. There’s a really good documentary about the “Paul is Dead” controversy called The Winged Beatle. It’s so dumb. I love the difference between stupid and dumb. Sometimes my paintings are dumb, but I hope for them to never be stupid.

I first became aware of your work from the Can’t Kids Brushes Touches Tongues album cover, but I think I was late to the game. What was your first “big break” in the art world?

DE: It doesn’t really feel like I’ve ever had that. Sick shit has happened and I’ve done some bigger projects that I’ve been really proud of, but there hasn’t been a particular instance that I can recall. I did have a summer where a bunch of friends and I were pretty into cough syrup. That helped a lot, I was kind of an asshole before that summer. We called it the Summer of Tuss. 2003. The best year of my life. That’s not really true.

Among your massive online portfolio, one can see that your work seems to be divided between “serious” portraits and pieces that inject absurd humor. Do you prefer to do work with intentional humor?

DE: Humor is really important to me, yes. Even if it’s a joke that only two people will get (see the above Born Against/Vermiform story). Laughing is probably my favorite thing. Unfortunately, I feel that life is ultimately bleak, a giant overwhelming sadness, and that’s a ripoff. The best parts are the laughs in between, but then everything always flutters back to despair. Geez, I had no idea I even thought this before I typed it.

“Hitler - Cross Eyed and Chubby”
Correct me if I’m wrong on this. Did I read somewhere that you stopped doing Bill Cosby portraits after the dozens of rape allegations that came out against him? If I’m getting that correct, you’re still producing portraits of guys like David Berkowitz and Hitler. How do you decide what’s OK and not OK for subject matter? Is anything taboo?

DE: People stopped ordering Bill Cosby paintings, I didn’t stop making them. Like a lot of my early paintings, I would never remake them for myself because they’re pretty boring now. But shit, if somebody ordered one, I’d make it. I’m not the boss of people, but I’ll gladly have their money. Plus, that’s a real easy painting to make.

I think being mean is a taboo. But there’s a lot of cultural sensitivity today that’s painting entertainment into a corner. Sure some of it is warranted, but for the most part, if somebody doesn’t like something: fuck ‘em.

Fine art is often reserved for the well-off. The last time I purchased one of your works, I thanked you for being so “affordable,” and I also thanked you for the drill holes, which made the work easy to hang without going through the expensive process of framing. You told me that it was part of your philosophy of art being “for the people,” which REALLY resonated with me. Would you care to expound on that a little bit?

DE: I’m anti-classist at heart, so I’d be really disappointed in myself if the things that I made became inaccessible to everyday people. I also really like the idea of paintings as decoration that could go unnoticed, but once inspected could have a subtle message. So, you know, just hanging in a kitchen or bathroom in low light. Framing seems elitist to me. It’s so expensive. A proper frame will set you back much further than a perfectly good piece of art, and that’s fucked. I’m not trying to change the world with these opinions though, that’s just my way of thinking. I decorate my house in my own paintings, I guess that says something!

“Denise Eckersley”
As a working businessman who happens to be an artist, thematically, what “sells the best”? I’m going to guess “cats,” but I’d love to be proven wrong.

DE: Bears on old reclaimed windows in different colors. You can buy the windows for $5, clean them up and then sell them for $120 all day long. Otherwise yes, cats. Pet portraits.

Is there anything you haven’t painted because you’re too intimidated to tackle it?

DE: [No.] Fuck em’!

Here is a selection of Erdman’s work. There are literally hundreds more amazing pieces on his site:

“The Woman With Bird Earrings”

“World War 2/ Bay of Pigs/ Desert Storm”
More Derek Erdman after the jump…

For the discerning Satanist: Demonic sculptures made from bones
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Untitled No. 2
Sculptor John Paul Azzopardi creates these lovely, elaborate skeletal structures from actual bones to a sort of “Refined Satanist” effect. The works invoke a kind of “pop pagan” iconography—ram’s heads, bats, a mysterious structure that looks like it belongs on an altar etc.—but the articulated detail of each sculpture prevents them from being perceived as too… “serial killer?” Azzopardi does not say where he gets his bones, but they appear to be small animal bones, or possibly small children’s bones, humanely sourced from crooked orphanages and Marilyn Manson’s trash cans.

From his site:

Bone is a collection of fossilized structures that explores the gentle temperance located within the constitution of sound, i.e. its very silent centre.  The architectural relationship that oscillates back and forth from the simple and the complex to the living and the dead connects space and form, creating existential structures of interwoven silence. The death embedded in its form, its life. This might confront the spectator with a spectre, the simulacrum of itself that stalls, halts being something in its tracks.


Untitled No. 2

Untitled No. 6
Continues after the jump…

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Fart in a jar: Get mail-order poop puffs delivered to your friends and enemies
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In ye olde Middle Ages it was commonly believed that storing farts in a jar could ward off the plagues like the Black Death. Many a yokel kept farts in a sealed stone jar—only to be opened and the noxious contents inhaled once plague appeared in the village or neighborhood. The theory was similar to the homeopathic belief that “like cures like,” and it was thought the more noxious, creamy and nasty the fart, the more powerful and curative its properties. For this reason, many health-conscious types stocked up on jars of pungent goat, pig and cow fart.

Moving on quite a few centuries, and we find this history-steeped tradition has not died, nay, but has been reinvented as Send a Jart—a novel way to send farts in a container to people we don’t like.

Send a fart in a jar. ‘Cause you can.

Know someone who’s been a total assberry lately? Let ‘em know with a sealed fart in a jar. When they open the jar to read the note inside, they’ll unleash the almighty stench of our signature Ass Air© .

Boom. You win.

Jart: ‘Cause you can.
Yes, for just ten bucks you can send a jar filled with the scent of “Hungover Frat Boy,” “Competitive Eater” or the evil “8hr Trucker Fart.” “Each fart made of 100% real odor”—well, it would be kinda strange if it was made of anything else but odor… and each jar is made of “100% real glass.”

Sending malodorous missives isn’t new—Farts by Mail offer a similar service supplying mail order farts for $8.99 a pop:

Each fart comes with a greeting card with a custom message, heinous odor, and hilarious fart sound!

Mail sometimes sticks, but no one expects a fart!

Farts by Mail: Farts just like dad used to make.

It keeps people employed, right?

More of this shit after the jump…

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‘The Pot Smoker’s Song’: Neil Diamond’s terrible anti-weed anthem
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There’s no shortage of candidates, but my vote for the worst song in Neil Diamond’s catalog goes to “The Pot Smoker’s Song” from 1968’s Velvet Gloves and Spit. While it’s possible to write a decent anti-pot song—Jonathan Richman’s “I’m Straight” comes to mind—it seems Diamond’s ruthless songwriting instincts, so adroit with other kinds of subject matter, led him to adopt the most hysterical position on cannabis: smoking grass leads directly to shooting scag. (As readers of the stoner bible Newsweek know, it does not.)

In ‘68, says Laura Jackson’s Neil Diamond: His Life, His Music, His Passion, the Jazz Singer’s visits to an NYC rehab called Phoenix House inspired him to start an anti-drug group called Musicians Against Drugs (MAD). The organization soon changed its name to Performers Against Drugs (PAD), though I’m not sure it’s a better acronym for an anti-drug group—doesn’t it make you think “crash pad”? Anyway, the crystallization of that late-60s drug activism is “The Pot Smoker’s Song,” an album track which combines grim field recordings with a jolly chorus. During the verses, actual junkies from Phoenix House talk about how grass made drug fiends of them and ruined their lives, accompanied by merry instrumentation and backing vocals. (I think this is how Neil Diamond does sardonic?) See if you can come up with a melody for the first verse:

I started when I was thirteen, and, uh, I had saw some people smoking pot, and I bought myself a nickel bag, and I went behind my building and sat on a bench all by myself, and I smoked that bag—y’know, until I finally got high. Uh, I started with pot ‘cause I was curious, and at that time I was having problems with my family. I remember on one trip, I was at a party, and, uh, I got very sick from, uh, from speed, from meth. And, uh, I used to shoot it in my spine. I also used to shoot acid in my spine. And, uh, I had too much, I was building a big thing up over a week, and I got sick, and I tried to commit suicide.

Jackson’s bio reports the song was subject to such derision that it was omitted from later pressings of Velvet Gloves and Spit. I see no evidence of this on Discogs, but the song was left off of one UK pressing. Never mind: “The Pot Smoker’s Song” was lame. Neil said:

“The Pot Smoker’s Song” almost cost me my career. People just laughed at it.


But in the fullness of time, the scales fell from Diamond’s eyes and he repented of his error. Ben Fong-Torres’ classic piece “The Importance of Being Neil Diamond,” from the September 23, 1976 issue of Rolling Stone, opens with a 50-man squad from LAPD and the LA Sheriff’s Department raiding Diamond’s house on a cocaine tip. The Man didn’t find any coke at Neil’s place, but the search did turn up a little herb. Fong-Torres knew Velvet Gloves and Spit, and he nailed Diamond:

There is a track on a 1970 [sic] Neil Diamond album called “The Pot Smoker’s Song.” It begins, “Pot, pot, gimme some pot, forget what you are, you can be what you’re not, high, high, I wanna get high, never give it up if you give it a try.” And between the bouncy choruses are spoken testimonials from kids connecting grass to speed, acid, suicide and worse.

Today, Diamond says “The Pot Smoker’s Song” was “essentially misdirected”; that he learned the real villain is heroin after “The Pot Smoker’s Song” came out. He started smoking dope – “mostly out of boredom,” usually on long road trips.

“Fortunately, when I went through this stage,” he adds, “I was old enough to discern between marijuana and heroin.” Diamond is 35.

Fortunately? I, for one, would really have enjoyed hearing the results of a scag habit on Diamond’s later work, but I guess my loss is his gain. It’s never too late to start, Neil…

New study finds that smoking weed DOES NOT cause psychotic episodes in teens
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Well, whaddya know…a new study conducted by researchers from the Centre for Brain and Cognitive Development, Department of Psychological Sciences, Birkbeck, University of London, the University of Oxford and the University of Leeds runs counter to arguments put forward by drug prohibitionists by concluding that cannabis use in adolescents does not cause psychotic episodes.

Published in the Psychiatric Research Journal, the report “Psychotic experiences are linked to cannabis use in adolescents in the community because of common underlying environmental risk factors” questioned 4,830 16-year-old twins—to rule out genetic factors—asking whether they had ever tried cannabis? Respondents answered “Yes” or “No.”

The researchers then examined whether the respondents had ever had any psychotic episodes (PE) which were divided into five self-report subscales:

...paranoia (15 items), hallucinations (9 items), cognitive disorganisation (11 items), grandiosity (8 items), anhedonia [the inability to experience pleasure from activities usually found enjoyable] (10 items) and one parent-rated subscale: parent-rated negative symptoms (10 items)....Response scales related to frequency of experiences for paranoia and hallucinations (“Not at all” (0),“Rarely” (1), “Once a month” (2),“Once a week” (3), “Several times a week” (4), “Daily” (5)).

The end result found that both cannabis use and psychotic episodes were triggered by environmental factors—ranging from being poor to bullying (“peer victimization”).

The report revealed how children who are under stress for other reasons tend to smoke cannabis, and are also at higher risk of psychotic episodes. The researchers found:

Cannabis use and psychotic experience co-occur due to environmental factors.

Focus on specific environments may reveal why adolescent cannabis use and psychotic experiences tend to ‘travel together’.

Exposure to socioeconomic disadvantage may induce stress that triggers the development of psychotic episodes and cannabis use.

However, the report “investigated the association between cannabis use and PEs and not clinical psychosis. Findings should therefore be interpreted with the view of PEs as trait based phenotypes, and not clinical psychosis.”

The whole report can be read here.

It’s not just teenagers who enjoy a smoke… here’s some grandmas trying weed for the first time….

H/T Metro, via Psychiatric Research Journal

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‘Sexist’ chicken cutlets are a thing in Germany?
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“Poultry mood for dream couples—finally, a poultry product for her and him!”
A company in Germany called Friki recently unveiled a puzzling product—two chicken cutlets, one “For Him” and one “For Her,” in a single package, with pink and blue coloring on the package to distinguish them visually. The kicker? The man’s version is spicy, while the woman’s one is mild. 

If you go to this page on Friki’s website, you’ll see the picture at the top of this page, with a caption in German that translates roughly as follows

Tender “minute” chicken cutlets, finally in typical female and, on the other hand, in typical male flavor-profiles ensure that poultry enjoyment will now be more fun than ever. The new dream couple comes in the flavor varieties “Fruity Lemon/Spicy Chili” and “Spicy Tomato/Spicy Peppery.”

In the first pair, fruity lemon and spicy chili are (according to the text and the colors) appropriate for the lady and the gentleman, respectively; I haven’t seen a picture of the second pairing yet, and I suspect it hasn’t even been manufactured yet.

Photo by Alice Atmega on Twitter
This one merits a huge eyeroll for sure. I like spicy food and I’ve not noticed this to be a particularly gendered issue. I’ve met plenty of women who enjoy spicy food, and I’ve met plenty of men who prefer milder fair. And I bet you anything that the wonderful women of India and Mexico can handle spicy food just fine. In my estimation this has something to do with Mitteleuropa above everything else—if I may indulge in a bit of cultural stereotyping of my own, I spent several years in Austria, with occasional visits to Germany, and that experience left me with the impression that the German-speaking world as a whole has some difficulties with spicy food, not so much that they don’t like it (they do not) but that they have a kind of phobia about it, as if the worst thing that could happen to you is that you eat a little vindaloo when you were promised tikka masala.

For what it’s worth, Charlotte Haunhorst of the respected newspaper Süddeutsche Zeitung wrote an editorial about this with the hilarious title “Hört auf mit der Hühnerkacke!” (“Stop the chickenshit!”). She thinks that the whole controversy has been concocted by Friki as a media ploy, although she does confess that she gets irritated when she orders a fatty breakfast and the waitstaff somehow assume that the bacon was ordered by her male companion.

Interestingly, there’s a clear precedent for this. The Kühne company has put out “his” and “hers” pickles, with the names “Gurken Madl” and “Gurken Bub”—that is, “Pickle Girl” and “Pickle Boy.” The jars come in pink and blue, with the girls’ one being “knackig und lieblich” (crisp and sweet) while the boys’ one is “knackig und kräftig” (crisp and strong).

via Nerdcore

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