By Sonja Nikcevic
A couple of days ago, I learned about something called the Lingerie League. Now, because I honestly hope that you don’t know what it is, I’ll explain.
It’s tackle football (or what Americans think football is, then simplified, with no field goals or punts), played by women, 7 on 7, in very specific uniforms. They consist of what you’d expect on an NFL field – shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, garters, bras, and panties. You heard right garters, bras, and panties. I didn’t mix sports uniforms up with strip club uniforms, they just seemed to have magically combined to create the most degrading thing ever. To both women and sports.
They even have numbers, how convenient!
By Veronica Sanchez
With two short videos about Israel Roi Dvir opens his encounter with postgraduate students of journalism in Aarhus. The Deputy Ambassador of Israel in Denmark first plays a clip that covers the achievements of the country in its 65 years of existence. Images that range from S.Y. Agnon Nobel Prize, the Peace Treaty with Egypt, to the development of its aerospace industry appear in a timeline with musical background. The second video promotes innovations created in Israel: the cherry tomato, the USB flash drive, the solar water heaters, the instant text messaging. Neither of the two clips focuses on what the world would normally associate with Israel: the conflict with Palestine.
The Israeli model Bar Refaeli appears in the video ‘Created in Israel’ which shows the innovations and technological advances of the Middle Eastern country. Photo:Internet
By Michael Seckler
“Bierhoff kann sich durchsetzen. Kuba … und Deutschland ist Europameister “! If you are not German you probably have no idea what this sentence means or stands for. If you are however, you probably remember how the commentator Béla Réthy screamed it during the last moments of the European Championship final in 1996. It was a special moment: Bierhoff gets the ball in the box, stops it, turns around the defender and finishes the match with a shot in the far corner. FIFA had just established the Golden Goal rule, which said that a goal scored in overtime ends the match.
Bierhoff after the Golden Goal
by Laura Vilaça
Employed with proper timing, being called a clown is offensive. I think we can all agree on that much. While literally meaning “a comic entertainer, especially one in a circus, wearing a traditional costume and exaggerated makeup”, calling someone a clown with the intent of offending falls into the notion of being a “silly, foolish or incompetent person” (New Oxford American Dictionary).
Since Friday, Portugal has been deeply reconnecting with this concept after a well-known writer, journalist and political analyst, Miguel Sousa Tavares, called our President of the Republic (PR), Aníbal Cavaco Silva, a “clown”. Mr. Tavares stated on an interview to the biggest national economic paper that the country doesn’t need a Beppe Grillo, because “we already have a clown. He’s called Cavaco Silva”.
Courtesy of wehavekaosinthegarden.blogspot.com
The Champions League final is coming! So what? Everybody keeps on telling me that we should gather and watch the match together, but my answer is the same: I don’t fucking care!