I will update when I think of more. This question was made for me. I genuinely hate middle school. NERDS -. JOCK -. WEEBS -.
What do you call your vagina? Way before "pussy" or "punani" people have been obsessed with nicknames for it. Or basically, everyone's obsessed with vaginas so we come up with lots of nicknames for them. Even the technical names for vaginas have some nickname-y origins: vagina comes from the Latin word for sheath, as in for a sword read: penis , while vulva means wrapper , and originally also meant the uterus. But saying penis and vagina can sound distinctly unsexy, so it's no surprise we come up with other slang. And they vary from place to place— one of my most confusing moments was when first having sex in the UK and the guy referring to my "fanny" and learning it has a really different meaning than in the U.
It's The View. With bodies. OMG, ladies.
Young love — especially when it's with the star of the football team — can make a girl crazy. In pre-Depression, small-town Kansas, good-girl Natalie Wood is so tortured by her sexual urges for beau Warren Beatty and conflicting pressure to be moral that she attempts suicide after a school dance and ends up in a sanitarium. It's the ultimate depiction of overwhelming first love, and — sorry, religious right — a chilling PSA against the dangers of teen abstinence. There are many reasons 10 Things I Hate About You stands the test of time better than most of its contemporaries in the glut of late '90s teen flicks, but we'll name two of them. For starters, child-star-made-good Joseph Gordon-Levitt turned in an understated, endearing performance as a lovelorn and totally undercover hot geek. The film also served as a breakout role for a then little-known Aussie named Heath Ledger, who sung, danced, and smirked his way into the heart of ice queen intellectual punk Kat Stratford Julia Stiles. That's without mentioning a stellar soundtrack, its brilliantly caricaturish deconstruction of high school cliquery, and a house party worthy of the name Bogey Lowenstein. Every generation has its variant on the girl-dresses-as-boy, girl-as-boy-falls-for-boy, boy-freaks-out tale. And this immensely fun, if minor, romp from the '80s perfectly captures the decade's raunch-lite spirit and funky fashion sense. As the cross-dresser caught in the middle, Joyce Hyser's aspiring journalist learns the hard way that there's more to being a dude than just stuffing a tube sock down your pants.