It’s hard to believe I haven’t been there for a whole year! That’s the longest I’ve ever been away from the city. I’m excited, if a little bit stressed, because what started out as a nice relaxing vacation has become a fully booked plans-and-packing-palooza. Poor Stark, I don’t think I’ve allowed us any time to ourselves. Between back to back games of Scrabble, bouts of beer drinking with assorted friends, Mets games, Liza concerts, trips to Coney Island, five mile runs, and voyages out to the outer reaches of Westchester, every evening is now occupied. And now that my parents have sold their house and need to be packed by the end of August, every morning will be spent working and every afternoon spent packing and going through the last of my stuff in New York. Fun fun fun!!

In my positive news: Porter Air for the win! This will by my first time flying Porter, and barring some horrible disaster, I am well pleased. I booked a flight from Toronto Island Airport to Newark a few months ago for $99 bucks. Already that’s cheaper than Air Canada, and leaving from and heading to way better airports. Air Canada requires an hour long trip out to the noisy, hectic Pearson, where they inevitably leave three hours late with no reason or explanation, and then eventually arrive in La Guardia, an even noisier and more overcrowded nightmare of an airport, out in the nether regions of Queens. Toronto Island Airport, on the other hand, is a short cab ride and/or free shuttle ride away, conveniently located to downtown Toronto. The island is a thirty second ferry ride away from land. You could swim it, if you felt inclined to touch Lake Ontario with bare skin.

But, I’ve gotten ahead of myself. So, a few months ago I booked my flight. A few weeks ago, I realized I would have to change it to a week earlier. I called them, and not only did I not have to sit through five years of “Press 2 for French, press 3 for assisted suicide, press 4 to hold FOREVER AND EVER,” but a human actually picked up the phone after two rings. They were friendly and helpful and being that the flight I wanted to switch to was actually cheaper (only 59 bucks from Toronto to New York!!), THEY GAVE ME MONEY BACK. Who has ever heard of such a thing?

So, this morning I got up hella early to leave for the airport, expecting the usual hassle. No, I took my cab down to the cheery ferry dock, checked in, hopped on the ferry, admired the view of downtown on the short jaunt over the water, was through security in two minutes, dropped off my bag, and am now sitting in the clean, quiet, and peaceful lounge in a comfy chair with my FREE cup of coffee and my FREE cookie, typing away happily on my FREE Wi-Fi. What is this nonsense? This isn’t how air travel is supposed to be! Air travel is supposed to be overpriced and full of surly staff, extra charges, noisy terminals, and rude security guards. This is just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Get me back to Air Canada. I can’t take this courtesy and competence.

So, some assorted reviews for my future reference and for possible use on Stark and my queer book/movie review site, if we ever get that going:

MOVIES

Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead: A

This was a really decent thriller. Great performances. Good script. Just a straight forward movie that didn’t try anything flashy or attempt to be unique. Movies these days are always trying to hard. This movie was what it was, and what it was was simple, intelligent, and disturbing. I want to marry Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s acting talent. Marisa Tomei is hot as always.

Paris, je t’aime: A

Oooh, I love vignettes. Some were hit and some were miss, but they were all five minutes long, so, y’know, it was easy to wait for the next one. Highlights: The Coen brothers’ take on waiting for the train, Wes Craven’s take on comedy (and Oscar Wilde), Gus Van Sant’s gay boys, Maggie Gyllenhaal speaking French, and Alexander Payne’s American tourist. So much fun.

Escape from New York and LA: B+ and B-

I saw LA years ago when it first came out on video. It was right up my alley at the time, what with the industrial metal soundtrack (that I still own and which got me hooked on Tori Amos) and the early Nineties dystopia subject matter. It’s still not a very good movie, but it was fun seeing a few actors that I didn’t recognize at the time (Michelle Forbes in uniform, Pam Grier as a tranny) but am now fond of, clowning around. NY is the better movie, though (as it should be), and I loved how truly anti-authority/anti-hero/anti-social it was, no excuses or explanations or glamour. Snake really is just out for himself, there’s nothing really redeemable about him besides the fact that he can see through the world’s bullshit. But that doesn’t really make him good, just consistent. I have a feeling that if they remake this movie, they’ll throw all sorts of patriotic shit in, make Snake an American hero, and play down the USA as Evil Empire.

Ripley’s Game: B+

Oooh, such a fun movie to catch on IFC. The more I see of Ripley, the more I want to read the original books. Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich. Some really interesting developments for the Ripley character since Matty Damon played him, plus a big Italian villa to ogle.

BOOKS

The Devil’s Cup: F

Boy was that a crappy book. HOLY RACISM, BATMAN! That was the most Annoyingly Condescending White Man Book I’ve read since Shantaram. The author was just this asshole trying too hard to be cool and failing miserably at humor. At one point he compared his crappy relationships to the crisis in Somalia. At another, he wished he had his own Nubian slave girl to service him on the plane. He was very jealous of the Shah’s harem. He was way too interested in the slave torture room on a Brazilian coffee plantation. He said Calcutta is the greatest city in the world because the rich are disgustingly rich and the poor are so poor they could drop dead right in front of you on the train. Yeah, that spells great to me. I found it really hard to believe a word he said about anything, and thus I learned nothing from that book. Also, he says Starbucks coffee is AMAZING. Clearly, he knows nothing about anything, let alone coffee.

Two Ends of Sleep: A

I was so pleased with this book. At first I thought a story about a woman who slept all day because her MS and her depression left her exhausted might be boring. Then I thought that maybe it would be kinda crappy but tolerable in that way that lesbian books and movies tend to be. But no! It was great. Rusty, despite her sleeping all the time, was a great character, I really dug Lizard Jones’ style of writing, and the dream sequences were trippy and fun. Good stuff.

The Glass Cell: B

My first foray into Patricia Highsmith, bought on sale at the queer bookstore during their moving sale. They didn’t have any of her good gay books, so I bought this one figuring it would be like Oz in the Sixties. The first half was indeed like that, and I quite enjoyed it. As a whole though, the book was so realistic that it was just too bleak and depressing. The main character is depicted so honestly as to be… hard to read. But it was well written, and after seeing “Ripley’s Game” on IFC the other day, I am looking forward to reading other Highsmith books.

The article about the Canadian Club project was finally published in Time Out Chicago last week. It made the front page of the site, which was awesome. I’ve sort of reached a bit of a block while thinking about doing an adbusting blog. I just have a million projects going right now, and the thought of working on all of them at once has left me with no choice but to retreat to the couch to read magazines.

But, in exciting news! My parents came to visit and brought me two old cameras they had found while getting ready to move. One is a Cine-Kodak 8mm camera, which is really cool looking, but unfortunately 8mm film is no longer manufactured. And who can afford to process film anyway?

The other is a Voigtlander Brillant which, miracle of miracles, is a medium format camera that uses 120mm film! Stark and I are going to get the lens cleaned and buy some film for it, and hopefully many photographic adventures will be had.

This weekend is Pride, and I’m hoping I’ll get some good shots of the crowds.

Now, on to some general notes on things I’ve seen and read lately. Not really full reviews, but just for my own future reference:

Movies

Juno: B+ My expectations were really high for this movie, what with all the acclaim and the Oscar and whatever, so when it wasn’t as incredible as I was led to believe, I was disappointed. It was a bit overly precious, the dialog was trying a bit too hard. The script sounded like it was trying to be Buffy or Dawson’s Creek or a girl version of Kevin Smith, and it had that same stylized sound, but it just didn’t flow as easily and ended up sounding forced. But the soundtrack was great, the cast was great, the set design was great, and mostly everything was great except for a few trite moments and some clunky dialog.

Sweeney Todd: B- Meh. I admit - I am automatically prejudiced against anything having to do with Stephen Sondheim. I just don’t like the man. I think his stories are always too easy, too cliche, too pat. Also, one time I had to listen to the Into the Woods soundtrack on repeat for three months, so… yeah, I developed a bit of a problem. The cast, the effects, the look of this movie, it was all perfect. I just think the story and most of the songs are lame. I can’t help it. Sondheim ::spits::

I’m Not There: A+ This movie was everything I expected it to be and more. Todd Haynes is 3 for 3 in my book. I love his version of the rock biopic. I feel I learned more about Bowie and Dylan, their eras, and their importance from Velvet Goldmine and I’m Not There than I ever did about any of the other musicians featured in all those super-serious three hour biopics. Haynes’ movies are about ideas and feelings and music, not factual minutiae. Also - Cate Blanchett is so hot, I could die happy just having seen her portrayal of Dylan.

Books

Persepolis I and II: A+ I’m so excited to see the movie. Also, I realize that I know pretty much nothing about Iran. These were the best memoirs I read since Fun Home. The graphic memoir is wiping the floor with the regular ol’ book these days.

After Dark: B- Wow, this was just such a disappointment for me. Murakami is my favorite author, and I always have such high expectations for his work, but… meh. I think this might be my least favorite Murakami novel of all time, which is saying a lot, because I remember really disliking South of the Border, West of the Sun. I just couldn’t get into it, it was like a long short story. I also hated that it was told from this impersonal camera viewpoint, not from the perspective of a camera. It just seemed cold and it didn’t really go anywhere.

Cover Me: B I wanted to experience Mariko Tamaki before I saw her talk at Pride, so I read this novel in two days. It was fun. I loved reading about how different Toronto was even ten years ago.

Oh yes, they have very high standards. Here is an example of their high standards, which was linked to me by Audra Williams:

On Friday, Canadian Club Whisky will host a spoof protest outside Toronto showings of Sex and the City to “protest the rise of the pink, girlie cocktail and the demise of the masculine cocktail.”

The campaigns will probably be ignored by those who attend the movie this week, an audience that is expected to be almost exclusively women.

Sigh. Apparently, it’s responsible marketing to pay men to jeer at women going to see a movie so that they won’t buy your product.

Also, I’ve received several new ads for the campaign, including three very bleak ones that I’ve added to the original entry. It’s amazing how this project has evolved. I had this idea that it would mostly focus on female musicians, but it’s really evolved into something else entirely.

Based on a suggestion I received from one of the commenters and from discussions (insane rants) I’ve been having with Stark, we are thinking of starting a feminist ad busting blog. Basically, it would be a collaborative project where people could rework any ads they found offensive and send them in to be posted. It would keep the protest focused on current campaigns, and it would be a great way for lots of people to participate and stay informed. Are there any ad campaigns you’ve found to be particularly offensive lately? Any that you would like to satirize and share with the world? Ideas, people. Don’t force me to go out and buy a copy of Maxim to find these things myself. I shudder at the thought. Also, what should this blog be called? The name is crucial, of course.

Okay, so the first section was confused. Then the book has a middle section that accounts for about a quarter of the length of the book. This is the section on the blackout. It was a decent recounting of events, but once again, I didn’t feel the follow up to be very satisfactory. There was all this time spent describing the years before 1977, but none describing the years afterwards. You never get a sense of the fallout of all these many historical moments, just a few sentences left in passing.

After the section on the blackout comes a slightly shorter section devoted to the Son of Sam. Why is this section a standalone when everything else is told in alternating chapters? One of the strengths of the miniseries was how it moved between the suspense of the police task force looking for Son of Sam, to the women outside the discos who went dancing despite the climate of fear, to the fans in Yankee stadium, sitting in the midst of the burnt out Bronx. But the book just dismisses Son of Sam in a few chapters, never really showing the effect of his reign of terror on the city. After the Son of Sam has been discussed, the book just moves back the Yankee’s run to the World Series, and the mayoral race. A winner is announced for both those contests, and the book ends. There was no real synthesis of topics. The book promised to link the battle between Reggie and Billy to the events in the city - obscene wealth vs. terrible poverty, the growth of a tabloid empire, the failure of social programs, the death of neighborhoods, racism, and violence - but that thesis was barely ever explained, and definitely never proven. And how did New York get from the poverty of the Seventies to the Gordon Gecko Eighties? I think this was an important point that should have been dealt with instead of endless descriptions of Martin’s arguments with George Steinbrenner. All in all, this book had some good chapters, but if you’re not obsessed with baseball and you already know about the Seventies in New York, there’s no real point in reading it.

This is how it’s gone so far:

1. After I posted the initial entry there were some responses from the Livejournal community, where the project was also posted, and by fandom related people who probably saw the ad campaign on Trancer’s journal. This got the attention of Rebecca Tushnet , which got the attention of Laura Quilter at Derivative Work.

2. After the post was up, I decided to go looking for other critiques of the Canadian Club ad campaign. I found one on Shameless Magazine’s blog, which I commented on with a link back to my project. Shameless, in turn, posted an entry on the faux ad campaign. This drew the attention of Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious, who asked if she could reprint my post.

3. My post then appeared at Racialicious, prompting two new ads. “Your Asian Wasn’t Quiet” was first posted at Resist Racism and then again at Racialicious.

4. This got the attention of a lot of people, including the f-word all the way in the UK. Awesome! Between Racialicious and The F-Word, the project has spread even further, getting mentions at Faux Real, Mental Hygiene, and Noli Irritare Leones, as well as suggestions for new ad campaigns from a number of people who find Photoshop confusing (who doesn’t?).

5. Finally, and most importantly, today I got an email from a woman at Beam Global, the company that owns Canadian Club. She wants to talk to me about the fake ads. This could be either really good or really, really bad. That’s to be determined I guess. Until I hear back from her I shall nervously eat leftover Thai food and squeak a lot.

La Vie En Rose: A-

Finally! A movie that was nominated for an Oscar this year that I actually enjoyed. This was fantastic. I thought it was a way better biopic than Ray or Walk the Line, which were overrated. It’s not that I didn’t think Joaquin Phoenix and Jamie Foxx were great in their roles, it’s just that those movies were sorely in need of an editor to cut them down. We don’t need to see every single drug overdose or affair or scandal - we could get the idea with one or two and then some well-written dialog. But no. All these movies always have to be five hours long these days. I sound like a crotchety old lady, I know, but things really were better in the past, when movies over ninety minutes were few and far between.

But anyway, La Vie En Rose was fantastic. Marion Cotillard… I am speechless. What an unbelievable performance. The first time I saw her was when she accepted her award at the Oscars, and I couldn’t believe this was the same woman. I admit I didn’t know much about Edith Piaf’s life, so most of this was new to me. I loved all the sequences from when she was a child up until she first became a star in Paris. After that, I had a few problems, mostly dealing with the time line.

There were big gaps in the story. I sat through the whole movie waiting for the section on Edith Piaf’s life during World War II, but that never happened. Also, the story kept shifting around from the present to the past to the future, and it wasn’t always clear exactly when certain things were taking place. Because of this, the story got a bit muddled. I can understand why the filmmakers wouldn’t include every single lover and husband and affair - that was exactly the fault I had with movies like Ray - but it became confusing when sometimes Edith was married, sometimes she wasn’t, the movie would shift forward a bit and she would be married again to a new man. I found that confusing. My other issue with the movie: the actress playing Marlene Dietrich. She looked nothing like Marlene, didn’t sound like Marlene, and didn’t even bother to put on a German accent. Would it have been so hard to find a Marlene impersonator? Or at least tell the actress who was on screen for a total of five seconds to fake a German accent? Sheesh.

But besides that, this was a great movie. I very much enjoyed the depiction of Edith’s intense “friendship” with Mômone - even when the storyline slipped into the background it wasn’t neglected. You really got a sense of their relationship over the course of Edith’s life. As much as they pushed the storyline with the boxer, the real love story in this movie was between Edith and Mômone. And the music was great, as is to be expected in a movie about Edith Piaf. The concert sequences, her early street performances, the recordings playing in the background - all of it was just thrilling to hear playing over the wonderfully created images of Edith’s life.

The Savages: A+

I’ve been waiting to see this movie ever since I saw the preview a year ago. It looked like a wickedly mean black comedy, which is my favorite kind, and it starred Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Laura Linney, two of my most favorite actors. I also learned that it was filmed at the house of one of my friends from high school. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, this movie was even better than I thought it would be. First of all, it’s not really a comedy at all. It has some funny moments, but it is most definitely a drama. Also, despite the name of the movie and the implication in the preview that this story was going to be about two truly awful people, this movie was actually about regular people; just two unhappy, damaged siblings struggling their way through life. They are called upon to deal with their sick father, who needs to be put in a nursing home. It is implied through their reactions and through subtle exposition in the script that this man was a bad father, abusive and unsupportive, and that their childhood was far from happy, but the details are never hammered into your head with painful amounts of flashbacks or endless expository dialog. A million points to The Savages for that.

This movie wasn’t full of annoying indie movie quirkiness or overdone cleverness. The nursing home storyline wasn’t chock full o’ maudlin sentiment like every single other depiction I’ve ever seen. Phillip and Laura’s characters were well drawn. They had flaws, but they weren’t bad people. They weren’t depicted as monsters for not being able to afford to put their father in Grassy Green Lawns, the fancy, private nursing home. They were allowed to feel guilty and bitter and angry and to say awful things in the heat of the moment because they were real people. Philip and Laura had a real chemistry together as brother and sister. All in all, this movie was near perfect. Also, it was fun seeing the house in which I attended many beer filled parties in my teen years.

Eagle Vs. Shark: A

Stark and I rented this movie because we had seen a preview before the feature on another DVD we rented. It looked pretty funny, and the cover was cute, so we decided to get it. Neither of us have seen Flight of the Conchords, so we had no real experience with Jemaine Clement. The only thing I’d seen him in before this was a commercial for Outback Steakhouse.

Yay! This movie made me bounce on the couch and say “Yay!” a lot. The story is about a nerdy, shy girl who works at a fast food restaurant in the local mall. She has a crush on a guy who works at the video game store. She sees him as the pinnacle of manliness, but he’s really just another nerd with bad taste in clothes. He even has a mullet. She invites herself to a party he throws, where everyone has to dress as their favorite animal. He dresses as an eagle, she dresses as a shark. It’s true love.

Things I loved about this movie (besides the awesomeness that is the New Zealand accent):

1. The story focuses on the nerdy girl, not the guy. Every other movie like this focuses on the guy and his dream girl, who is usually beautiful and seemingly unattainable. In this movie, the girl was cute, but normal looking, and she wasn’t the head cheerleader, she was a bit of a social misfit. And she gets the guy’s attention by nearly beating him at his favorite video game. Awesome!

2. The guy is a bit of a jerk, but still lovable. You get a sense of why he is the way he is, and at the end he doesn’t morph into something totally different. This isn’t one of those wretched makeover movies, where the “nerd” with the glasses is made “cool” by having to change their outfit and their interests and all the things that make them them. This is a love story between nerds. No one is cool. It’s awesome!

3. Hee! It’s funny. The script is really good. I kinda want to own it… Yay!

Color Me Kubrick: B

This was another movie Stark and I rented because the cover was funny looking and because of who was in it - namely Mr John Malkovich, Divine Chewer Of Scenery and All Around Source of Constant Entertainment. John plays a man who spent years conning people by pretending he was Stanley Kubrick. Whether it was free drinks, plane tickets, a hot young man to bring home, or thousands of dollars, this guy could get it by “impersonating” Stanley Kubrick. I put impersonating in quotes because this con man didn’t really do anything to actually impersonate Stanley Kubrick - he didn’t look like him, he didn’t talk like him, he didn’t even know what movies Stanley Kubrick had actually made. But because Stanley was a recluse, he got away with it.

This movie was just a bit of entertaining fluff. The sole reason for its existence is to put John Malkovich in different funny outfits and make him mince around, doing increasingly bizarre accents. John’s “Stanley Kubrick” is alternately an impression of Cary Grant, Jerry Lewis, Tony Curtis, and assorted other silly voices. It’s not a great movie by any means, but it’s fun. And Malkovich doing Cary Grant - totally worth the cost of the rental.

Firstly, NICOLA GRIFFITH HERSELF wrote a post that quoted my review of her book. She says I’m funny. Nicola Griffith says I’m funny. Okay, I have to take a moment to regain composure.

And! There have now been a bunch of new ads made for the Canadian Club Fake Campaign. Three awesome ones by Trancer21, one awesome one by Robbie of the fantastic music blog Womenfolk, one from my partner Stark, and two others in addition to that! I have added these to the bottom of the updated original post. I’m waiting to see if I get any more, and then I’ll make a new post featuring the submitted ads.

Also, some fellow bloggers have written about the project:

A legal commentary by Rebecca Tushnet, whom I very much admire, and subtle arguments for subversive billboard alterations and culture jamming from Laura Quilter. Also, the project got a shout out from Shameless Magazine. Hooray!

It’s not too late - make your own Canadian Club ad now!

While I was out for a run recently, I saw a new ad for Canadian Club Whisky. The campaign is called “Damn Right Your Dad Drank It,” and features photos of white men doing manly things circa the Seventies. There are several of these ads. One reads “Your Dad Wasn’t A Metrosexual,” another reads “Your Mom Wasn’t Your Dad’s First.” The one that really annoyed me was “Your Dad Had Groupies.”

Here are the ads, click on the thumbnails to enlarge:

I find this campaign offensive on so many levels. First of all, if Canadian Club is attempting to change their image to increase sales, I find it odd that they are being so exclusionary with their re-branding. Apparently, the only people invited to the Canadian Club Club are White Males, Ages 18-30, women and people of color need not apply. It’s not that surprising to me that a company is aiming at that small demographic, but the way they’re doing it is truly offensive. Basically, they are appealing to men who miss the days (whether or not they were born yet) of grabbing the asses of their secretaries, playing a few rounds at the all-white private golf club, and then going home to their wives, the happy homemakers who would mix them drinks, cook them dinner, and wait on them hand and foot. None of this women’s lib, civil rights, limp-wristed liberal bullshit that men are expected to follow these days. No, let’s go back to the days of rampant sexual harassment, before women could expect to be seen as equals and before the gays turned all those masculine men into pansies with waxed eyebrows. Let’s return to the days when men were men. Please.

Adding insult to injury, visitors to the site are invited to “Put your own dad (or yourself or your friends) into one of our Damn Right ads. It’s downright easy to do, and when you’re done you can download your ad and send it to your friends.” This Ad Maker is where I got the idea for the following project: I was going to remake the ads, but with women. Women who were old enough to be my mom or my grandmother, and with tag lines like “Your Mom Didn’t Shave Her Legs” or “Your Grandma Built Fighter Jets.” The first one I made was “Your Mom Had Groupies.” I included a selection of female musicians that I love, some that were well known, others that were not. Here is my version of the Canadian Club Damn Right ad (click the image to see a larger version):

The Raincoats, an all female post-punk band, who started making music in the late Seventies. Here’s their page on YouTube. Buy: emusic or Amazon

Jesse Mae Hemphill, blues artist and electric guitar innovator. Watch her sing “You Can Talk About Me” on YouTube. Buy: emusic or Amazon

The Go-Go’s, all-girl rock band. Reunited after so many years, check out their homepage. Buy: Amazon

Precious Bryant, Southern blues singer songwriter. Visit her website. Buy: emusic or Amazon

Joan Armatrading, English singer songwriter. Visit her website. Watch on YouTube. Buy: Amazon

Okay, so that’s the end of my contribution. Here’s where the fun participatory multimedia project comes in. As I was working on my version of the Canadian Club ad, I thought, “Hey, wouldn’t it be great if lots of people made new versions of the ad, just like Canadian Club intended, but replacing all the men with women that they find inspiring or influential or whom they love?” So I’m throwing this out to all of you - make a new Canadian Club poster. Put together a “Your Mom Had Groupies” poster with your own set of female musicians. Who would you pick and why? You can make your own poster, or you can just leave a comment, telling me who you would choose, or posting a song that you love. To make it easier, I’ve made a template that you can download. Click to download the larger file:

If you want to play with the other ads, that would be fantastic as well. Put in photos of your own mom, make up new catch phrases, anything at all. Maybe at the end we can send what we have created to Canadian Club and show them how much potential business they’ve lost by not making even one ad catering to women, or we can post our own ads around cities, showing our disgust with the campaign. If I get enough musical selections together I might make up a playlist that will be available for download. So, go forth and be creative! Whatever you make, you can post it wherever you like, but leave a link or an image as a comment here, so that I can pull everything together.

And we now have some of the first reader contributions to the fake Canadian Club campaign (click for larger versions):

“Your Mom Built Fighter Jets” and “Drunk Driving Is Illegal For A Reason” were made by my partner Stark

“Your Mom Had Groupies” was made by Robbie, from the fantastic music blog Womenfolk (featuring appearances by Cyndi Lauper, Nina Simone, Chrissie Hynde, Stevie Nicks and Kim Carnes)

“Your Mom Wasn’t A Stepford,” “Your Mom Played Sports,” “Your Mom Was A Pilot,” “Your Dad Wasn’t Your Mom’s First,” and “Your Mom Wasn’t Your Dad’s First” were made by Photoshop addict Trancer21

“Your Dad Was A Real Man” was made by Wonko.

“Your Dad Wasn’t Your Mom’s First” and “Your Dad Had a Van For a Reason” was made by Coolbyrne.

“Your Asian Wasn’t Quiet” and “Your Dad Doesn’t Buy It” were made by Resist Racism.

“Yours Was the Best” was made by RedHeadInRed.

“Your Mom Knew About Poisons” was made by Elena Landriscina.

“Your Dad Always Apologized” was made by Mental Hygiene.

“Your Mom Was Your Dad” was made by Roman_Machine.

My comments on the spread of the project across the Internet can be seen here