In other words: the “mamading” video looked too familiar to be shocking.Īnd I couldn't help but think, how long have young women been doing sexual things for free drinks - or even lame swag? Wet T-shirt contests.
Often the men, who apparently can’t be bothered to take off their T-shirts or polos, begin by pulling out their dicks, without actually dropping trou, and wagging it in her face and then the woman begins suckling like a starving pup. That’s not to mention the gangbang genre, in which one woman is partnered with several men - sometimes a roomful, sometimes an arena’s worth. The video looked like countless faux-reality porn videos where sex is turned into a competitive game or women are talked into humiliating acts in exchange for money or the promise of a job (see: such franchises as “Bang Bus” and “Casting Couch”). When I watched the video, the jaded part of me, the part that has for years now watched porn - increasingly so for work and not pleasure - was unimpressed. Now, there is an abundance of headlines like this one: “'Mamading': The Sexually Degrading New Trend Humiliating Young Brits In Spanish Bars.” There is apparently a name for what she did - this alcohol-fueled game of performative sex - and it’s “mamading,” which comes from the Spanish word for blow job. press is all over the story and has already identified the girl and interviewed her horrified parents. It’s all captured in a now-viral video by an onlooker at the bar in Magaluf, a party-destination on the Spanish island of Majorca.
The blonde 18-year-old repeatedly curled her pointer fingers at the men, as if to say, “Bring it on.” In all, she reportedly serviced 24 men in that crowded nightclub, all in the name of a contest for which she was rewarded with a $4 bottle of Cava. She bobbed up and down three times before moving onto the next man, and then the next and the next. The disc jockey could be heard urging her on as she squatted in front of a man with his flaccid penis in his hand. It seemed like overkill, but with President Obama at the UN right at that moment, they probably had no choice.She wore a loose-fitting white tank top that revealed the sides of her breasts and a pair of fluorescent-pink cut-off shorts. Photographers, supporters, art fans, and straight gawkers formed a thick crowd all up and down the taped-off perimeter of the painting area, with only a light presence by the NYPD until it was time to parade, when they bolstered the ranks significantly and employed familiar march-control tactics. Suddenly they all look good, or at least they all look different, but in different ways than before, and it made me wish that I and everyone else could appreciate and instantly see the beauty in all bodies as a matter of course.Īnyway, the scene at Dag Hammarskjod Plaza was pretty wild, with loads of creative energy from the artists-there were apparently 75 painters on hand-and an infectious sense of liberation, and exhilaration, from the models. It's just that after a while you don't see, and think about, these nude physical people in the way that you're used to-as sexy, say, or imperfect, or unappealing, or sensational. Not that every work of bodypainting here was a great piece of art, though most were pretty amazing. The occasion was NYC Bodypainting Day 2015, organized by Andy Golub and Young Naturists America, and, after spending a couple of hours watching dozens of artists do incredible things to these gloriously nude "canvases", who, as a whole, boasted an extraordinary range of body types, I'd have to say the banner is correct. "All Bodies Are Works of Art" said the banner at the front of the modest, three-block march some 100 fully naked, fully painted people embarked upon yesterday afternoon, walking from Dag Hammarskjold Plaza to an NYPD holding pen ( thanks, Obama!) across from the United Nations.
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