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Am I hot or not?
Appalling, horrible and addictive -- a new Web site lets the world rate your attractiveness.
My editor made me do it. I swear, I did not want to put up my picture in the Am I Hot or Not database, but he was cruelly unyielding. “Sometimes you just have to make sacrifices for the team, Janelle,” he said.
So there I am, in all my youthful glory (hey, the only decent picture I could find was five years old), subjecting myself to the harsh judgment of the Net population: Am I hot or not? You tell me. Do I really want to know? Actually, no — I’d prefer to keep my self-image intact.
A friend in the venture capital world e-mailed the URL to me when the site launched on Monday: “I think this is quite viral,” he wrote. But I almost choked after my first glance — Am I Hot or Not is nothing more than a virtual meat market to which anyone can upload a picture and let viewers “vote” on his or her attractiveness on a scale of 1 to 10.
It’s indescribably horrible … and yet utterly addictive. As picture after picture whips before you, you can mercilessly savage the egos of perfect strangers. Bad hair? Give ‘em a 2. Needs a shave? A 4. Cute, but could use a trip to the gym? Maybe a 5. (And people do seem to score viciously low: Even No Doubt’s sexpot lead singer, Gwen Stefani, who oddly enough is also in the database, scored only a 6.6. After a while, I found myself giving everyone a 10, if only to make the participants feel better about all those other low scores they’d received.)
Talk about your fashion police with a twist — the poor victim sees just what others think, with the added joy of getting to peruse a distribution chart of the various scores he or she receives. Consider it a kind of personal market research, a study of your attractiveness quotient; as any Vogue editor will tell you, one should always seek encouragement to look your very best, and if the lessons learned along the way are painful, well, so be it. It sure beats visiting a singles bar, if just for the sheer size of the focus group.
Unfortunately, the site also manages to throw the whole idealistic notion of “beauty comes from within” right out the window in about three seconds flat. I wince to think of the lessons being learned by the teenagers who have already discovered the site. But Am I Hot or Not’s creators, two Silicon Valley entrepreneurs who prefer to remain anonymous (“We only did it for fun,” one says), think in more benevolent terms. As one founder explains, every person seems to receive a high score from at least one or two voters: “It’s a ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ type of thing,” he says optimistically.
I’ll nurse that notion as I collect those low scores. Go ahead, I can take it.
Janelle Brown is a contributing writer for Salon. More Janelle Brown.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
Continue Reading CloseMother-daughter sexperts
Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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