I went to court today to contest a ticket for something or other and I won! I actually won. I can’t believe the judge believed me.
Harmony is a new type of sex doll – one that can move and talk.
Her head, eyelids and lip movements are fairly crude and her conversation is even more limited.
But she is part of a new robotics revolution that is seeing artificial intelligence incorporated into an extremely human-like body.
Some think that it will revolutionise the way humans interact with robots while others believe that it represents the very worst in robotic advancement.
The uncanny valley – the idea that the closer we get to replicating the human form, the more scared we become of our creations – seems to have come to life in this unassuming factory on the outskirts of San Marcos, California.
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The doll will go on sale later this year and there will be two versions – one with computer vision that enables it to recognise faces, which will cost $10,000 (£7,700) – and a cheaper version without vision for $5,000.
Whoa.
A robot that can recognize faces? That’s nuts. Remember how kids in the ’80s and early ’90s used to think that in the year 2000 we would have flying cars? The reality is that we’re too busy building sex robots to make flying cars.
As sharp instruments penetrated the fragile surface of her eyelids, reshaping them from a single lid to form a creased, double lid, Weijue Wang remembers likening the sensation to someone felting on her skin.
“Although I can’t feel the pain, I can feel the doctor using needles going through my skin and pulling on the muscles,” Wang tells Creators. “When I was laying on the surgery bed, I became the felted animals I used to make when I was a kid.”
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The cotton candy sculptures that dominate Boobroom are deceptively precious—that is, until Wang draws parallels between the frenetic, subjectively violent, and stabby process of needlepoint felting and the hidden physical and psychological violence involved in her own plastic surgery and surgeries she has felt pressured to undergo.
Yup. Now, I never want to get plastic surgery.
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The Impressive History of Cunt (Ms Naughty)
“A Nasty Name for a Nasty Thing” goes into incredible detail on the linguistic origins of the word and it’s usage over the last 800 years, in literature and everyday life. There’s so much I’d love to quote but here’s a glimpse.
Cunt, however, predates both these terms and derives from a Proto-Indo-European root word meaning either woman, knowledge, creator or queen, which is far more empowering than a word that means ‘I hold cock’. Plus, cunt means the whole glorious goodie bag; inside and outside. There’s no need to split pubic hairs when it comes to cunt. Words like ‘vulva’ and ‘vagina’ are linguistic efforts to offer sanitised, medicalised alternatives to cunt. And if that wasn’t enough to sway you over to team cunt, in 1500 Wynkyn de Worde defined ‘vulva’ as ‘in English, a cunt’ (Ortus vocabulorum, 1500).
Cunt is not slang; cunt is the original.
Hear that, Peepz? Cunt is not slang; cunt is the original.
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