https://www.radioactivecookies.com Go on, take a bite! Fri, 18 Mar 2016 20:23:28 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5.3 108799538 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/interactions-with-an-anonymous-stranger-who-will-remain-nameless/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/interactions-with-an-anonymous-stranger-who-will-remain-nameless/#comments Sun, 10 Oct 2010 21:19:17 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.com/?p=2354 Continue reading Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless Vol. I →]]> Following in the footsteps of this centuries RadFem, The Duchess herself, Karen Owen of Duke University (the chick who wrote The Fuck List) I have decided to collect my own data. Not in that way, you sicko, it will be a sort of homage, if you will. Now I've been going out a lot recently because, let's face it, MissBleecker needs to get her party on, work hard, play hard, another rule to live by! I'm sure by now your begging me to stop blabbering and explain exactly what I'm blabbering about, and I will. As you can tell it's called "Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless" (I couldn't think of anything shorter) it will (hopefully) be an ongoing series of posts dedicated to all the randos I encounter out in the world: people I will never see again, a chance encounter that would normally make no difference in my life if I'd decided to not glob about it, a person that will never ever read RadCooks, but a person that you might know or might possibly run into one day. It began with an idea of writing about men I'd meet, that would try to pick me up (and fail) but I might consider expanding it all people, we'll see, wherever the wind tends to blow this post. But we will begin this series with a pickup, a dramatization of my adventure last night, and to you, Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless, thanks for the interaction and have a good life... wherever you are! It all began last night, a Saturday, not unlike any other Saturday before it, I was going to watch a friend's band play at a loft party in the Village... *Ripple* *Ripple* *Fade* *Fade* We walked up to a black door and entered, climbed the three flights of rickety stairs to the noise and various smells above us. A jacked out Jersey Shore wannabe was running the entryway, "IDs, $10," he repeated. In return for the party fee we were each given a gold wristband, which would be added to my left hand collection of random bracelets I would be given. When we walked in it was a bit dead, we found our friend, who would later be playing the Casio in what I would refer to as a Kings of Leon/Rock band but trippy. "I'm glad you guys didn't come earlier," he said as he surveyed the crowd, still forming in the late evening. And so we did what any 20-somethings would do as we waited for the festivities to start, we went to the bar. As I approached the bar, which, let's say just for the record, was not actually a bar, but more like a folding table from K-Mart covered with copious amounts of Cuervo Silver, Svedka, various mixers and Red Bull (which I normally hate but had been craving all night.) As I was standing by the bar, somewhat detached from my circle of friends I felt a presence lurking near me, I turned and saw a man checking me out, "Wanna hook up?" he asked me rather curtly. I just looked at him. He chuckled, "I'm just kidding." "Would you be kidding if I'd said 'yes?'" "No, honestly I wouldn't have. Because I don't know you and I don't just do that. Now maybe if I got to know you it'd be a different story." He extended his hand, "Hi, I'm AnAnonymousStranger." "I'm MissBleecker." "Nice to meet you," he said to me with a relaxed grin, "That's step one." And then he was gone, but it wouldn't be my only interaction with this AnonymousStranger. Read more after the JUMP! Me and my girls were on the prowl, standing in the middle of the crowd, which had been increasing in size steadily. We were scoping the talent from all angels, waiting to find the one to call dibs on. And then I saw him, he entered the room with a confident swagger, he knew where he was going and who he was looking for and nothing else was going to faze him, the best I could describe him as would be a Sexy Hipster Groucho Marx. He exchanged words with the DJ. "Is he with the band?" I conferred with my female compatriots. "He might be." Could it be? An aura of sex-appeal and a musician? I should have guessed. Our drinks were waning, the band was about to go on, and with the promise of an open bar we decided to refill our solo cups. We approached the bar, worked our way through the crowd, and who would it happen to be behind the bar, serving up drinks besides my very own AnonymousStranger. He noticed us waiting, pointed to me with a sly smile, as if he remembered me. "Hey you," he flirted. "Hey. Vodka Red Bull." Side Note: I know I shouldn't be drinking Vodka Red Bull, it's really bad for a person, I won't do it again, I promise. As he poured my drink, he tried to strike up conversation. "See, I remembered you." "Oh yeah, what's my name?" "I have no idea." "Oh, too bad. I guess we won't get to step two." We got our drinks, found a place on the floor and eagerly awaited the band to start. And I'll have to say, they were pretty fucking good. But somewhere between the blood-pumping Red Bull, the bass and the lack of air, I needed to take a mini-break from the party, so I ventured towards the stairs only to find that there was a super chill after party one floor up. And so I changed venues with a flight of stairs; I went from smokey, crowded musicfest to blue lit, air-conditioned, leather sofa, hookah smoking chillstation. And it was exactly what I needed, but I eventually felt as though I should return to my friends and the music, so I descended from the more comfortable haven. As I was looking for my posse I found my Sexy Groucho Marx and found myself following him (I know, right) which was fine, because he eventually led me to my group. Shortly after, we decided to leave and as we were on my way out I spotted my AnonymousStranger trying to mac it with some ladyfellow. I patted him on the shoulder, said, "Have a goodnight." Bumped him with my hip and never looked back.]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/interactions-with-an-anonymous-stranger-who-will-remain-nameless/feed/ 3 2354 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/katy-perry-the-ironic-feminist/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/katy-perry-the-ironic-feminist/#comments Mon, 23 Aug 2010 21:19:03 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.com/?p=1815 Continue reading KATY PERRY: The Ironic Feminist →]]> Katy Perry's been on everyone's radio, television, computer screen and various other implements of technology for a couple years now. As a facet of popular culture Katy isn't granted much nevermind, her music is taken at face value as something to grind up on a stranger to in a crowded club that your friend dragged you to, because she's had a rough week and she really just wants to dance but you really just want to stay in, open a bottle of wine and watch Saturday Night Live even if it's not been that good lately. I digress... What I was saying is that no one really dissects her music because, as it is pop music, most people don't really feel the need to read into it. (Just listen to it, you ear-bud drone!) The first time I heard California Gurls I was like, "Catchy, but not my cup of tea." (I'm a rocker!) And then I saw the video and then I watched it again and something clicked. Katy Perry might not be just another pretty, dumb, pop singer. Maybe she's smart, maybe she's trying to say something... maybe she's a feminist in centerfold clothing! And so I present to you, without further adieu (because there's already been far too much adieu): Katy Perry: The Ironic Feminist! Click the links below to get schooled by MissBleecker and my special guest blogger, Prof.PurplePants! LET'S TAKE A JOURNEY! Introduction: The Ironic Feminist Chapter 1: A Brief History of Katy Perry Chapter 2: Music Video Anthology Chapter 3: In Concert: The 'Hello, Katy' Tour 2009 Chapter 4: Ur So Gay: Tools & The Women Who Love Them Chapter 5: I Kissed A Girl: Every Man's Fantasy Chapter 6: Hot N Cold: The Myth Of The Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Chapter 7: California Gurls: Sugary Sweet & Fake As Tits Chapter 8: Teenage Dream: The Follies Of Youth Chapter 9: Will Cotton's Cover Art by Prof.PurplePants Conclusion: That's What She Said]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/katy-perry-the-ironic-feminist/feed/ 1 1815 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/christina-aguileras-not-myself-tonight-a-lesson-in-radical-feminism/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/christina-aguileras-not-myself-tonight-a-lesson-in-radical-feminism/#comments Mon, 03 May 2010 20:37:36 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.wordpress.com/?p=1182 Continue reading CHRISTINA AGUILERA’S “NOT MYSELF TONIGHT”: A Lesson In Radical Feminism →]]> Okay kids this is an educational post so Miss Bleecker is going to use her impending college degree to do a super, special, fancy post. Get ready to get schooled! Smarty pants language starting in... 3... 2... There is a strongly held belief that to be a radical feminist one must contradict all traditional aspects of feminitiy. In the Bleecker's opinion, the strongest feminist embraces her femininity. If you know mah homegirl Christina Aguilera, you know she feels the same way. There's been a lot of controversy surrounding the release of Christina Aguilera's latest music video, Not Myself Tonight. The main arguments involving the video are: that Aguilera is selling her sexuality for shock value and that Aguilera is copying other female artists. Both of these statements are true, but not for the reasons the online media explains them to be. Introduction: Aguilera's Feminist Manifesto Chapter 1: Aguilera's Music Video Anthology Chapter 2: Analysis Of The Not Myself Tonight Lyrics Chapter 3: Madonna: Holding Out vs. Putting Out Chapter 4: Freedom 90: Musical Bondage & Breaking Free Chapter 5: Sex and the City: When Is Sexuality Acceptable? Chapter 6: Beyonce: Getting Out Of Relationships Chapter 7: Lady Gaga: The Line Between Benefits & Heartbreak Conclusion: Getting The Mixed Message If you haven't seen the video don't even bother reading this post. But you really should watch the video. Probably the uncensored version too. ]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/christina-aguileras-not-myself-tonight-a-lesson-in-radical-feminism/feed/ 3 1182 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/the-real-l-word-more-pussy-than-one-show-can-handle/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/the-real-l-word-more-pussy-than-one-show-can-handle/#respond Wed, 07 Apr 2010 16:31:39 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.wordpress.com/?p=799 Continue reading THE REAL L WORD: More Pussy Than One Show Can Handle →]]> This isn't exploiting and oversexualizing lesbians at all! It's out with the old and in with the reality! Showtime is following up their hit, yet corrupted, series with a reality twist in The Real L Word. I'm guessing it's going to be a bunch of lipstick lesbians trotting around Los Angeles physically and emotionally screwing each other... much like it's scripted counterpart. Side note: Thanks for the great traffic on the sex posts (you sick bitches!) but I do understand that lately I've been leaving my LGBTQ brothers and sisters out... basically I'm implying there's going to be a couple of gay posts coming up!]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/the-real-l-word-more-pussy-than-one-show-can-handle/feed/ 0 799 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-have-a-vagina/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-have-a-vagina/#comments Wed, 24 Mar 2010 23:12:07 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.wordpress.com/?p=669 Continue reading Why It Rocks To Have A Vagina →]]> As promised I am delivering my first part of my first two-parter. If you loved Why It Sucks To Have A Vagina you'll moderately like this! 10 Reasons Why It Rocks To Have A Vagina 1. Babies - Freud says women have penis envy, well I say that men have womb envy. Yeah, you men claim to be so grateful that you don't have to deliver babies; but really, deep down inside, you're jealous. We give life unto the world and that rocks! 2. We Live Longer - Hello insurance check! Women generally get another few years on this earth! 3. We're Prettier - Let's face it, there's a reason countless paintings, sculptures, songs and poems have been dedicated to the bodies and faces of women. We're better looking! 4. Better Orgasms! - It's true, women have better orgasms. The clitoris is many times more sensitive than the tip of the penis. Our orgasms aren't only more intense than a man's but we can have different types of orgasms, count 'em, 3 types: clitoral, G-spot, and the newly discovered female prostate! 6 more reasons being a chick is awesome after the jump! 5. Multiple Orgasms! - Yes, I'm making this two separate items because it deserves to be noticed. Guys, you can discharge/recharge, but we don't have to. If we get going just right we can come like a wave! 6. Boobs = Free Stuff - We've all done it, flirted, flashed some cleavage, worn fuck-me shoes to get some swag. There's a reason women don't have to pay to get into clubs and it's because the good club owners know women = money. We can get men to buy us drink after drink without even so much as giving away our digits. 7. We Are Master Manipulators (aka Mental Terrorists) - How often have you flashed your puppy dog eyes, whined or manipulated your way into getting what you want? Women are, as my future baby-daddy Dane Cook (CLICK IT) explains, Brain Ninjas. We know what to say to get what we want and we know how to fuck with your head. 8. We Get To Be Picky - Men, you have to deal with rejection, it sucks. Women, on the other hand, we get to be picky about our mates (up to a certain point of course.) If we don't like you we have no qualms about throwing you back. 9. Personal Style - While men tend to uniform themselves, with jerseys, same old pair of jeans and t-shirt and more formally with suits and tuxes, a woman is pushed to flaunt her personality through her own style. We know that variety is the spice of life and you can usually tell how we're feeling by how we look that day. 10. Girly Shit - It's awesome to be a woman because every now and then we get to be girls! We get to have manis and pedis and facials and drink fruity drinks and go shopping and have slumber parties and braid each others' hair and have pillow fights and teach each other how to french kiss... oh my, have I said too much? Well, there you have it. Being a chick rocks! If you enjoyed this check out Why It Rocks To Have A Penis. Take it away Shania! ]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-have-a-vagina/feed/ 2 669