Father/Complex: Tattooed Family Men At The Water Park

There’s a traditional image we hold of Dad.
Clean-cut. Well-shaven. Khaki-clad. Ruggedly handsome without being hard-edged.
Tradition is one part expectation, one part wish fulfillment, and one part convenient denial.
The truth is, not every kid’s dad is a banker, car salesmen, or policeman. Some put food on the table by working as roustabouts, bounty hunters, cage fighters, bouncers, leg-breakers, and fetish porn models, and it’s long past time that we accept that reality.

A Plastic World: Beneath The Valley of The Barbie Boys

Yes, an actual series has a group of highly-functioning, super enthusiastic, oh-so-well-rounded young men — including a poet, two musicians, a jock, a gymnast, a martial artist, two former cheerleaders, and a Jersey Rapper — vying for the title of best human approximation of a Mattel icon.

“Genuine Ken” is an oxymoron for the ages. I read once that if Barbie with her physical proportions actually existed in reality, she’d be unable to stand upright and would have to move about on all fours.

It’s Gangsta Jesus, Motherfucker!

You just know this guy has a wicked long pole. Gangsta Jesus ReMix

Your Diane Arbus Moment: Meet the Munsters

Herman smiles and Lilly drinks the blood of the 9/11 widows as the Kingdom of the Dead glitters below them.
Today the roles of Herman and Lilly will be played by right-wing blowhard Bill O’Reilly and the Funniest Ghoul to ever pollute the national dialog, the “beautiful” Ann Coulter. Is this your first meeting with The Munsters?

Yet Another Diane Arbus Moment

Ever wonder what the Salem witch trials must have looked like when the young girls went into mass hysterics? Screaming and tumbling and being fed upon by invisible black “witch birds?”
Or what Bedlam might have sounded like when the lunatics were hosed down for the entertainment of guided tours?
Behold our evangelical brothers and sisters in the grip of something called “Holy Laughter,” led by Reverend Kenneth “Papa” Hagen.

Your Diane Arbus Moment: A Very Pretty Lady

There is an unmistakable grandeur to this photo and we are not sure at first if — but, of course, it is – a man.
It is titled Barcelona, most likely because that was the name this arresting creature went by. Certainly the photographer, Christer Stromholm, was associated with the sleazy-chic lowlights of Paris, circa 1960, and Madame Barcelona may have been one of the twilight demimondes on parade.

Breeder Alert! Please Control The Heteros!

Aren’t babies beau-ti-ful?
Don’t you wish you could have 10 of them! All those little bundles of joy screaming in the adorable way they do? And they grow up to look just like you! What a tribute!
Only Diane Arbus, a photog- rapher with an eye for the gothic in ordinary life (whose pictures you see here), could capture the rude humanity of it all.