Results tagged “vagina”

We found ourselves asking ourselves lots of questions when we decided to post this piece of urban art that SFist reader Mike found on the corner of Sutter and Larkin last week. We were like, is this not suitable for work? It's just graffiti, and it looks just like all the beautiful vagina clichés that are cliché for a reason. It's like a lovely clam, or a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly, or a head of cabbage resting in a loaf of French bread (see full image after the jump). This tagger is the Georgia O'Keeffe of the streets, we tell you. (But, if they hadn't written "VAGINA," would we be at all sure, it was in fact, a vagina?)

The airtight smiles. Awesome. For those of you somehow not tempted into becoming a part of Van Santian art -- or, you know, if you sport a vagina -- might we suggest catching round II of the Leno vs. Migden smackdown? Sponsored by the Harvey Milk Club, this meeting is sure to ruffle a few plumes and have local politicos affectedly scratching their chins for days to come. That's right, kids, it's on. It is...

That was one important vagina 40 years ago today. Who knew back then that it would poop out San Francisco's fearless leader, Gavin Newsom, who just turned a still-sexy 40? Ta-da! (The presumably wax-sealed, engraved invitation to his soirée must have gotten lost in our mailbox somewhere between the Bed, Bath & Beyond 20%-off flyers and retirement home advertisements. We're sure. Alas.)

This settles it for now. Wagner's Tannhäuser, the first new production ordered by SF Opera general director David Gockley, opened last night, initially making us a bit nervous. Why? Well, Gockley had announced the end of the fedora, and the return of glamorous period productions. Since last year’s most compelling production was Iphigenie en Tauride, a timeless rendition in a naked black cell, we fretted: is this season going to be the return of kitsch?

V-Day San Francisco 2007: Filipina Women Against Violence: Times like this make us wish we learned to speak Tagalog as a kid, instead of just laughing at our Filipino mom every time she swears in her native tongue. (We don't actually laugh at her; we just assume it's bad and flee to the next room.)

It's looking like one of those pitching kids the Giants have been bragging about for years might be living up to the hype. We're talking about Matt Cain, of course, who won yet another game, 4-0 against the Whale Vagina Padres. We love when the Giants play the Pads because they seem to beat them everytime, even when the Pads are in the midst of a five game winning streak. Anyways, Cain pitched seven innings, gave up one hit (he had a no-no going into the sixth), and no runs. In his past five starts he has given up one earned run in thirty-four innings and an era that was once over seven is now under four. Expect his arm to blow out sometime early next season.

You know how in the newspaper biz whenever a celebrity or person of note becomes old and frail and obituaries are written beforehand so they can rush it onto the newswire the moment that person kicks the bucket? Well, we had started writing one up about Barry being indicted just because everyone was so sure that he was about to be indicted. He wasn't.

is all about identity. You name an identity one can have an issue with and it touches upon it-- sexual, political, social, gender-- everything. Which sounds like it could be awful-- all drearily earnest and political and way too 90's, but it's not. It's funny and insightful and, well, pretty darn good.

Our favorite Bay Area funnyblogger and jazz musician, Ian over at Wrapped Up Like A Douche, is staging a pledge drive -- kind of like fellow funnyman Jerry Lewis. Except instead of exploiting sick kids for ratings fighting muscular dystrophy, Ian wants to support UNICEF's efforts help the victims of the Tsunami disaster. Which, as you know, is something that we wholeheartedly support.

WonderCon was almost too much for we little nerds to handle. Look! It's Robot Monster! And over there! Spider-Man! And there's a storm trooper! And look--another storm trooper! And another! And enough with the storm troopers already, sheesh!

Dear Gavin,