Apparently a large, green, blow-up Christmas tree in the centre of Paris is outrageous and humiliating if you’re of a right-wing political persuasion. The sculpture, which was part of an exhibition of modern art, was vandalised by right-wing protestors. Why? Because it looks like a butt plug.
I have to confess that I didn’t even know what a butt plug looked like (and I’m not really sure why anyone would want to use one) but now thanks to Google, I’m a little less naïve and can say that the Christmas tree really does look like a butt plug. Or it did, before it was deflated. It doesn’t seem like a big deal to me and certainly not worth protesting about. Surely there are more pressing issues that these people can protest about like child poverty, or the exploitation of animals, or climate change. But a blow-up plastic butt plug? Who cares?
I spent almost the whole day yesterday in our new garden. It’s quite large – bigger than our garden in Auckland – but we share it with the person who lives in the flat downstairs. However he doesn’t garden at all and was more than happy for me to put my stamp on it. I’ve always loved gardening and I thoroughly enjoyed my day ripping out numerous deadly nightshade bushes, shredding my hands on the thorns of a wild blackberry, and just generally trying to tame an overgrown back yard.
Deadly nightshade is an interesting plant and one I have seen before in a backyard we had in Christchurch. I might be wrong about these particular plants here in which case I’ve just ripped out four or five unknown shrubs for no good reason, except that they were a bit ugly. But the berries of deadly nightshade are highly toxic and apparently two to five of them is enough to kill an adult. They are used in the manufacture of the drug atropine.
Late this afternoon we went to the park for a play and I took this beautiful photo of Elizabeth:
I crocheted the hat and jumper over a year ago now and both are getting a little small. I’ll have to get some yarn and become a hooker again 🙂
There are some lovely homes in Aberdeen. I love this door:
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I skipped over everything in the title and just looked at your lovely daughter. 🙂
It’s a lovely photo, I agree.
That’s a great picture of Elizabeth and I like the door. I always thought a butt plug was something one used on a person who keeps saying “yes, but ~ “
They don’t make doors like that today. I love how big the doors are too. And I like your definition of butt plug 🙂
A beautiful photo of Elizabeth indeed! I’m sure I can see a resemblance to Mum in her expression. Love the door too. I knew about butt plugs only because a work colleague had one in her collection of sex toys. She used to regale us with details of how she and her partner used it.
Lucky you! I’m sure that’s exactly what you want to hear all about at work 🙂
You daughter is a beauty and your subject is errrrrrr, interesting! 😉
Thanks, Cindy.
Gorgeous photo of Elizabeth. As for your garden, would love to see some before and after photos.
Thanks, Bronwyn. I wish I had taken a before shot. There’s still lots of work to do in the garden so I’ve taken a photo now but I didn’t get the mess of weeds that I ripped out on Sunday.
Elizabeth looks so cute, love the crocheted hat and jumper and yes, time for some more 🙂 That door is lovely, I agree. As for the butt plug, I’m not so sure I want to know but I can hazard a guess… 😮
I’ve ordered some yarn and intend to start a new jumper as soon as it arrives 🙂
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My goodness, the world is more filled with the innocent than I had thought. 🙂 Of course I say this as a resident of Gomorrah (just across the bay from Sodom, dontcha know). Without the intervention of butt plugs there’d probably be no there here to this day. 🙂
That photo of Elizabeth bears more than a slight resemblance IMO.
Lovely Georgian (that old?) door, but putting on my design critic hat I think it would be improved if those center panels were also stained glass. Regardless, the effect of those adjoining windows is unfortunate.
Maybe people are too embarrassed to admit that they know what butt plugs are.
The windows next to the door are unfortunate. I meant to crop them from photo but didn’t get around to it. There’s also an ugly red alarm to the left of the door which I tried to hide behind the tree.
In these parts, IIRC about 25 years ago, a bunch of nice middle-class ladies were doing quite the business, even unto the outer ‘burbs, marketing sex toys a la tupperware and received quite a lot of mainstream media publicity for it. (Media here take great pride in spotting new trends they think might catch on nationally and globally.) I think that was the end of any lingering pretense of innocence about such things.
Ah, I see. I’ve never been to a tupperware party. Clearly I’m missing out 🙂
I bet that must have been an interesting Google search 😉
Lovely photographs 🙂
Thanks! And yes, Google searches can be very informative 🙂
Informative Mmmmm, yes you could call it that LMAO