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I’ve discovered a fun new game that although it might not be for everyone I sure do enjoy it. I call it Eric suprise. Hopfully it’ll sweep the nation. Well, at least with Erics it might. Wouldn’t make much sense to play Eric suprise if you name is Jim now would it?
But the name isn’t important. I’m always open to changing it later.
You’re proably asking “how do you play Eric suprise?”. Well it’s quite simple. First I need to be in the same room as your version of Melissa. I’ll ask her to do something that will cause her to leave the room for only a few seconds.
Usually “Can you go grab me a blanket from the other room?” works perfectly. Once my small window of opportunity is open when I’m alone is there I must act fast. Time is of the essence.
The shirt comes off and the move is carried down to pants and boxers. It’s one quick fluid movement leaving me with only socks and those kick kicked off last. What’s left is a perfect naked Eric made that way in under 2.5 seconds. Just barely enought time for Melissa to walk back in the room.
It’s like a act of magic to her. One second I’m clothed and the next *pooof*, she’s hit full on by an Eric suprise. The key to pulling it off is acting like nothing changed.
“where are your cloths?”
“what…. Huh?….how did that happen? I was just folding cloths and now I have no cloths! What sort of witch craft is this?”
Take a few moments and practice. The target time is under three seconds. Just remeber if you take to long the Eric suprise will blow up in your face. There’s a fine line between success and failure. You’ll look pretty stupid being caught half way.
A famous Hong Kong model finally gets her own photo book.
Its been a short time coming, but 24-year old Chrissie Chau (周秀娜) has released her first photo album book entitled Kissy Chrissie Saipan 2009 with a lifesize pillow with her image on it in Hong Kong and its available almost everywhere from newsstands to 7-11’s to bookstores. The Chiuchow-born, Hong Kong raised hottie is truly a recent phenomenon.
While we wait in line to get a chance to interview her, HK Magazine got to do a sit down with her and here’s an excerpt:
About four years ago, I went full-time. Encouraged by my modeling agency, I started taking part in competitions. It was a great experience and I learned a lot about presenting yourself in front of a big crowd.
I never intended to get this “bikini girl” image. When I went full time, I tried out a few styles, but this is the one people liked. Naturally, people wanted me for that again and again. That’s fine. It’s not like just anyone can be me.
I never said I liked to be in men’s sexual fantasies, I just said I can’t control what they think. People can like me in whatever ways they want to. Even the most innocent girl in the most proper outfit can become their sex object.
Hong Kong as a city can be open and welcoming. But the individual people in Hong Kong like to say one thing and do another. I believe many people don’t mind what I do, but when they realize people around them are more conservative, they change their opinions to fit in.
Magazine writers may not like me, but it’s important to remember they don’t represent the whole of Hong Kong.
Kissy Chrissie Saipan 2009 features almost 100 photos of Chrissie frolicking aroind the beach, eating ice cream and just looking awesome. The HK$98 book has a print run of 15,000 copies and they are obviously selling at a brisk pace. If you can’t find one let us know, we’ll be happy to get one for you.
Below is a small gallery from the book (buy it for the steamier shots), you can also see more of Chrissie on Neonpunch.com here:
And an advert in Hong Kong:
bron: www.neonpunch.com [18-9-2009], last pic [4-1-2010]
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All by Bokkenphoto – creative commons
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Remember to check back daily at MotherLOADED for the Gallery of the Day section.
Bunch of galleries added today, some including a gallery of Bailey Brooks, Barbie Love, Dylan Ryder, 18 year old cam girl and a Latina playing with her vibrator.
Just so you don’t feel cheated in coming here I’ll give you some stuff down below.
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saturday march 13th
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That day the most famous fashion photographers were angry. They were very angry and very nude. They shot a couple of sexy nudes and consumed their skin, from the inside. I’m Nigel Tomm and this is my new photo installation art (Most Famous Photography by Most Popular, Interesting & Influential Portraits of Sexy Amateur Nude as People or Famous Photographers in One Person Series). Title:
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Most Famous Fashion Photographers in Bikini of Best Nude Photography (2010).
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“ Nigel Tomm’s photography doubles a need into the fashion. “
— William Shakespeare
The Zombies – This Will Be Our Year
The warmth of your loveI haven’t been writing much lately, not because I have nothing to say, but because I have had too much to say, and too little free time in which to say it. But thankfully I’ve had the chance to talk things over with good friends both in person and on the telephone this week, and that’s released a tremendous amount of pressure.
Don’t let go of my hand
now darkness has gone
And this will be our year
took a long time to come
Besides the counsel of Miss D, which is always uplifting, I also got to hang out with Panda Eraser, Mr. Kite, and the Mister earlier this week. Lady K called several times and I also got to talk to the o.g.b.d., who was again surprisingly encouraging, kind, and thoughtful. They all really helped me clarify the things that were on my mindgrapes and squeeze some goodness out of them.
And I won’t forget
the way you held me up when I was down
and I won’t forget the way you said,
“Darling, I love you,”
You gave me faith to go on
My grandmother has been staying with us. It was a move that was supposed to be a brief visit but is now most likely going to be as permanent as possible. While her physical health is still great, her mental decline is staggering. She had always had a sharp tongue, a quick mind; if I had ever dreaded her visits or had negative feelings about her in the past, it was because we had equal minds and could clash over things (especially her daughter, my mother, of whom I was defensive and felt she was too critical). That mercurial and impish figure of my youth is gone. My grandmother now is a million miles from the Dorothy that I thought would be living with me. I am so glad she’s here, and that I’m able to have with her even those few minutes of a time where she has drifted “in,” but the pain of the remainder of her waking hours, her confusion and fear, her redundancy and pacing, is sometimes breathtaking.
Now we’re there
and we’ve only just begun
This will be our year
took a long time to come
What I am now fearing even more than the pressure of her moments of anxiety and loss now is when a physical declination in her health sets in; when I and, when she’s free, my mother are no longer adequately equipped to provide for her physically. I hate to picture her completely unaware of her surroundings, somewhere where no one knows her. I know places like that are full of loving and compassionate people, but what scares me is the times when Grandma has enough on the ball to know that she is in an unfamiliar place, and expresses fear and the sense of being lost.
The warmth of your smile
smile for me, little one
and this will be our year
took a long time to come
She told me several days ago when I came in to get her ready in the morning that she’d woke from a nightmare and been up for several hours, reading, to settle her nerves. “Bethy,” she said, “I dreamt I flew home and I didn’t know a single soul that was in my house. It didn’t look like my house. Other people lived there, people that I had never seen. It was all completely strange to me.” She said the worst part was that then she woke up here, and she thought her dream had come true until she saw a picture of my daughter and I on her nightstand and remembered she was here for what she thinks is a visit. (Given her nightmare, I suspect part of her knows this visit could be permanent.) She concluded by saying, “I don’t mind telling you — I’ve never been so frightened in my life.”
That’s what I’m scared of. That’s why I feel like no matter how hard it is, or how hard it continues to get, I can’t let her go.
You don’t have to worry
All your worried days are gone
this will be our year
took a long time to come
And that’s why I value so greatly all the kind ears of my friendohs right now. I am so lucky to have a support system to whom I can slip away and bitch and moan and noise my anxieties. Whether it’s over sushi, pints, the phone, or wherever, thank god for them. I had thought last year was going to be the most challenging of my life, but this year is shaping up to build on the growing I did then (to put a positive spin on it, rather than say, “this year sucks too”).
And I won’t forget
the way you held me up when I was down
and I won’t forget the way you said,
“Darling, I love you”
You gave me faith to go on
One of the things I’ve been doing to keep Grandma from getting agitated and restless during the day, which is when she paces the house and starts to worry about her money, her belongings, how she is going to get a plane ticket home, etc, is I’ve begun taking her on little day trips and out to stores and such. Even to just window shop, because a) to be brutally frank she does not know the difference whether we buy something or not, and b) it is not as if either of us is made of money and she is happy to people watch.
Tonight, I’m taking her to a vintage-through-the-present hair show at Panda’s cosmetology school, and she seems to be looking forward to that, because she keeps asking me when it is; if they will be videotaped or live models; and whether we have the tickets already. (“7:00 pm,” “live,” and essentially “yes.”) So that’s hopefully going to go well!
Now we’re there
and we’ve only just begun
and this will be our year
took a long time to come
This Sunday, after church, the o.g.b.d. is taking kidlet and I to lunch, and then much later in the day he and I are going to what is probably the last theater in America showing Sherlock Holmes right now. I’m looking forward to seeing it one last time before it leaves theaters. He had expressed interest in it last week after surprising me by suggesting we catch a movie sometime together when my mother was free, to give me a break from caring for my grandmother and have a fun night out, but he said that he was pretty sure it was no longer showing in our area. So he was super-pumped and surprised when I talked to him today to confirm our lunch plans with kidlet and told him that I’d found a nearby second-run theater that was still showing it through this weekend. The way Robert Downey, Jr. plays Sherlock as very herky-jerky, pugilistic, intense, and accidentally brutally honest really, really, really reminds me of the o.g.b.d.; I wonder if he will notice it, himself. I’m not going to say anything and we’ll see if he brings it up first.
Yeah, we only just begun
yeah, this will be our year
took a long time to come.
I had talked with Panda about how I am persona non grata with all the women in his life, and, just by talking about it, I started feeling less horrible about it. As Panda pointed out, if they want to give me that kind of control over their lives, that is their business, and I’ve done my best. And we agreed that probably his wife will come around, and she is only acting this way because she is hurt. So I’m hoping to have the opportunity to talk to him about these revelations, because I really feel like we are in this cool new place where we are a team again, in our queer and broken way.
All in all, I’ve had time to adjust to these new turns of events and I think I am going to pull through. And thank god for it.
Kristy DVD cover
Hopefully a new DVD of me will be coming out soon. Then we will really have something to celebrate.
Kristy’s new DVD Summer Reverie.
The dresses at this year Oscar fall neatly into a few color schemes including nudes, pastels, metallics, black, blue and red. One-shoulder straps and cascading ruffles are also popular.
1. Nudes:
I didn’t even know who this girl was but her dress is one of my favorites. Anika Noni Rose (Dream girls, The princess and the frog)
Anna Kendrick, very subtle and elegant.
Demi Moore. Yes, her skin does match her dress … Talking about the Snooki trend.
Diane Kruger. Do the black embellishments of this dress remind anyone of drag queen costumes?
Miley Cyrus appeared very hunchbacked in her dress, afraid it might fall off? I hate her biker’s blown hair.
Sarah Jessica Parker. A very bad choice, from the shiny fabric to the unflattering inverted-triangle silhouette. I feel like she’s being stabbed by the spear-like top and then strangled by the scarf.
22-year-old Keelie started the affair after grandma and boyfriend had asked her to move in with them after she became job-less. A while ago grandma Margaret saw her boyfriend and granddaughter fooling around nude on the couch. Margaret threw them out of the house but Keelie thinks she did the right thing because old Jack has a healthy appetite for sex and is better off with her. They all told this to british tabloid News of the World as if this is something to be proud of. What trailer trash.
Part of our logo
Together
Tattooed tenderness
I figured since it’s been along time,I would throw a couple of pics up here. I don’t know about you, but I have missed seeing them. Hope you like them as well.
Portraying nudity (female or male) is a true style exercice. Some photographers only specialise in this matter.
As a portrait photographer, I am also interested in this style, and then, it is not easy and even very difficult not to reproduce what was already done (and far much better) by other great artists. Here also one has to find one’s style, one’s originality to create amazing images.
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This video of a Hong Kong girl showing off her new C-cup breasts became popular recently. In the video, she is taunting her ex-boyfriend who had dumped her. Many netizens believe that her boobs are fake and the effect is just made by the push-up bra.
The Cantonese translation goes like this:
Ng ga ching, you cheap bastard! Before you got me, you did whatever I asked of you. After you got me, we had to go Dutch on everything. Ok, that was still fine, but then you started complaining that my tits are AA cups and too small! And you dumped me because of that?
Today, 3 months after we broke up, I want to show you something. Now, take a good look, I have a C cup! Don’t you regret dumping me now? And I bet you want to do me again, right? But sorry, you don’t stand a chance anymore. I won’t see you again and I will NEVER let you touch my C’s.
Ng Ga Ching, you could say I’m a bitch or that I have princess syndrome, but whatever it is, you can never say that I am small again. Look at them, they are C’s! You don’t even have a C on your school certificate.
Basically this whole ordeal is pretty pathetic: Him for dumping her for her small breasts. Her for her poor choice in men. Her for the effort taken to “augment” her breasts and to make a video to get back at him. They both are pretty much shallow.
bron: www.chinasmack.com [24-2-2010]
Just love this girl, she has some of the most beautiful photo shots, check her out for more photos of her and enjoy.
©2010 *miss-mosh
Too warm for pants... again.
Do you sleep in the nude? Summer yes, winter no.
Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Several times.
Have you been naked in a moving car? Yes, and no I wasn’t driving.
Do you prefer sex with lights on or off? Either.
Have you ever taken a non sexual shower with a member of the same sex? Yes.
Would you participate in a wet t-shirt contest? With a bit of peer pressure, I’m sure I would.
Besides yourself, who was the last person you saw naked? Roomie.
Have you ever gone to a strip club? Yes.
Would you undress at a nude beach with other people around? Yes, and even at a regular beach if I wouldn’t get arrested.
Are you naked now? LOL… no.
Someone dares you to drive naked through a drive-through? What is your reaction? Depends on the situation and who’s doing the daring.
Would your reaction be different if they offered you 20 dollars? Yes!
Who has the most beautiful body: Men or Women? Women!
What non-sexual body part do you find the sexiest? Hair.
Which body part of yours do you wish was bigger? Boobies.
Which body part of yours do you wish was smaller? Hmmm.
Would you ever consider cosmetic surgery to have the perfect body? I doubt it.
If you could trade bodies with any celebrity, who would it be? Carmen Electra .
Do you prefer natural beauty or surgically enhanced beauty? Natural Beauty.
Blue & Bald. Like your girls with that cue ball look, Keith Allen Phillips will make you happy!
Send in the Clowns. Signe Kristine’s stream is more than a little weird.
She’s A Very Rare Bird. Josh Exell’s stream is another offbeat photostream.
Like an Egyptian. Austin TX has girls, nude girls and definitely strange girls…
Mrs. Cyclops. When viewing Eroganza’s photostream think pretzels.
Backtalk Baby. Amazingly, the rest of Maxim Off’s ’stream is virtually normal!
Beyond Twisted. Some artists are so weird they defy definition. d.rex is for sure one them…
Masked for Painting. The rest of Cameraforaface’s stream has some fine bondage photos!
Playboy’s centerfold spread in their February, 1959 issue was an interesting shoot for the still somewhat fledgling magazine. In it, you can see that Playboy had by now moved away from prepaid-for-nudie-calendar shots and into its own photography, but was still finding its footing in terms of genuine artistic merit in the still-developing genre of the erotic nude, juxtaposed with the larger and more commercial task of bringing in strong circulation numbers.
Photographed by a valiant, early, and not-much-thereafter-rewarded, artistically-westward-stabbing Ron Vogel.
Playboy and Hef had begun to establish themselves as hallmarks of legit gentleman’s refinement, but the magazine’s output was continually looking to find its sea legs insomuchas sex could meet sophistication at the corner. This shoot, featuring the lovely and talented Eleanor Bradley, is a really interesting one in terms of composition. This for me is especially true of some of the more unsual framing — sometimes it’s cropped very close-in and tight, like the above shot, making Ms. Bradley seem larger or more looming in the viewer’s eye than she is (the upward-facing angle of the camera contributes to the forced perspective in the centerfold shot as well).
But in other instances, the framing is positioned with so much room around her, such a vast empty lookspace or headroom between her and the composition’s outer edges that you get the sense you yourself have just left the picture, stepped back to take the shot, or maybe that you are trying to memorize the total scene for maximum later recall. Do you see what I mean, contrasting the centerfold shot with the ones just above and below, and does that make sense?
Varied framing is the cut of my jib here, people. Is it translating? Are you on the trolley? Because I feel like all that may have got away from me. I’ve been sick. I really like subbing but I think the teacher I was in for on several contiguous days last week must have left her desk-things littered with germs because I’ve been in dire, Ny-Quil soaked straits for several nights now.
Anyway. As I scrolled through some of the truly well-done shots in the pictorial, I found myself paying close attention to eye-popping bursts of primary color and interesting compositions and it seemed to me like what Mr. Vogel accomplished here was an early, though somewhat curtailed (perhaps by budget??) attempt at a spread with an actual factual unified artistic theme. Yay!
Please note hi-fi rack is holding an album cover of Frank Sinatra.
The interior shots are even okay. But I must say. Though I am a huge fan of the black velvet capris and who can argue with toplessness?, I’ve always found the iconic shots of Frank Sinatra in the composition here kind of … inexplicable. No real good reason for their inclusion in the spread is to be found in the copy accompanying her pictorial nor in the very shady and shallow delving in to Ellie’s own history that the article skitters about performing before grinding to an abrupt halt.
Moreover, unlike Sinatra, she was from a small town outside Chicago, at the time Hef’s home and the magazine’s HQ — quite the enemy “second city” still at this time to NYC, Frank’s preferred stomping-grounds, and a far cry from his native Jersey, so we may also strike those connections from the list of raisons d’etres vis-a-vis this shoot and its stylings. Further, though never out-of-style in this Italian girl’s opinion, even I must admit that Ol’ Blue Eyes did not make a movie that year nor re-release any particular hits. Strange choice of prop.
In fact, during this time, Sinatra was mostly known for increasing embitterment over his flagging record sales and for criticizing rock music as widely and often as possible. He is quoted in the late 50’s as saying, “[Rock 'n roll is] sung, played, and written for the most part by cretinous goons. It manages to be the martial music of every side-burned delinquent on the face of the earth.”
That’s right, you side-burned, delinquent whippersnappers. Why, when Frank was starting out as a musician, he walked uphill both ways in the snow barefoot to his heroin dealer’s house after his recording sessions, and he liked it. Fight-fixing was a dime, whores were a nickel, and gin was free if you kept your mouth shut about which gangsters were illegally hiding money in offshore accounts in Cuba. Those were the times! These corrupt, lazy beatniks and mods wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes on the mean streets of Capitol Records or the MGM Grand in Vegas. Un-American crop of Commies, is what they are. Damned hippies are all soft — soft , I tell you!
(In case your sarcasm-early-warning systems are offline for routine maintenance today, what I am driving at here is that the Rat Pack were a madly loveable but fairly goddamned degenerate bunch of pots, to be popping off and calling kettles black. Look to the plank in thine own eye, hepcats.)
Is this picture not fabulous? Very Vertigo, yes? And well ahead of that thriller’s time.
Anyway, back to the issue at hand. Playboy sez:A chance encounter made this small-town girl our February Playmate.
A lovely-visaged Valentine to brighten the short, drear days of the year’s shortest month, Eleanor Bradley became our February Playmate almost by accident — or was it fate? A small-town girl from the Midwest, she’d looked forward with excitement to her first West Coast vacation, to the wonderful time she’d have in sun and surf.
And fun she had; but what Eleanor didn’t anticipate — and what proved to be the high point of her vacation — was that our photographer would discover her strolling the glistening strand, and that this would lead to her becoming our valentine Playmate. We believe our readers will share our feeling — after gazing on her tawny beauty — that fate was kind indeed to bring us this sweet siren by the sea.(“Vacation Valentine,” Playboy, February 1959.
That is the entirety of their write-up on her. So while pictorial spreads were getting loads better, the Playmate interviews were still pretty much in their infancy.
Bradley was discovered by Playboy while she was in Los Angeles to visit her sister. After the pictorial, she remained active with Playboy for several years, usually with promotional trips and the like; she also was a regular on the syndicated TV show Playboy’s Penthouse and “Playboy After Dark.” She also posed for other men’s magazines in the early 1960s, along with her career as a mainstream model, mostly in the Midwest. She again posed topless for Playboy for the magazine’s 1979 feature “Playmates Forever!” (source)
Do not click the link to that source if you don’t have a pop-up blocker and/or you are at work. Then again, I guess if you’re here and haven’t already closed this browser window, you probably are not at work. Sometimes I forget my own journal is pretty NSFW, too.
Here are some more details on the Waukegan, Illinois native direct from the source herself, in an article she wrote for the Lake County News-Sun, published in 2009.I worked my way through high school at the Jewel Food Store, the first one in Waukegan, on Washington Street across the street from Waukegan Township High School. We lived in a rented room ($10 a week) in the back of Carmella Corso’s beauty shop on Butrick Street. Wow, that name just popped right back into my mind.
“Eleanor Bradley visited many Marine training bases around the United States as Miss Marine Air Reserve.” (Courtesy the Chicago Sun-Times and Lake County News-Sun).The Globe Store reminds me of when, I think in 1956, several classmates and I modeled bathing suits in their window and shocked passers-by; we pretended to be mannequins, then just slightly moved — what fun. Also did their fashion shows and some print ads.
My most influential teacher was Miss Schwinger; she encouraged me to stay in school and graduate.
I graduated in ‘57 and went to work as secretary to Fred Lawson, head of public relations for Abbott Labs.
I became Playboy’s February 1959 centerfold, went to work for Hugh Hefner at headquarters in Chicago, and traveled 100,000 miles around the country doing appearances at colleges. I did all the original “Playboy After Dark” television shows. As Miss Marine Air Reserve, I visited many Marine training bases around the United States.
After Playboy, I got married, had four children, started high fashion modeling with A+ modeling agency, became a top 10 model for 13 years.
I was on the 25th class reunion committee. The meetings were always at Bertram’s Bowl on Washington Street.
(“Modeling bathing suits: Modeling career began in storefront window.” Giannetti, Eleanor Bradley. April 27, 2009. Lake County News-Sun.)
As Ms. Bradley has very nicely summarized her achievements in her own lovely words, which is normally exposition I would cover, I will instead concern myself between the remainder of the pictures from this spread with relating a few facts about Waukegan’s surprisingly numerous sci-fi connections. (E’s journal: come for the porn, stay for the geek-talk!)
My all-time favorite science fiction author and king among personal patron saints, Ray Bradbury, was born in to a long-established Waukegan family in 1920. (His great-grandfather was elected mayor in 1882, to give you an idea of his roots there.) Bradbury grew up in the town and has used it as the inspiration for his fictional Green Town, where he’s set stories and novellas such as Farewell Summer, Something Wicked This Way Comes (my very-favoritest among very-favoritests, which I re-read at least once a year), and Dandelion Wine.
Another sci-fi writer concerned with Mars hails from Ms. Bradley’s hometown as well. Though he lives in Davis, California now, Kim Stanley Robinson, Chomskyite author of the Mars trilogy and self-described green socialist, was born in Waukegan. Mr. Robinson wrote his doctoral thesis on Philip K. Dick and he’s married to an environmental chemist, just to ratchet up his sci-fi magnificence even higher. Like Ray Bradbury and some of Vonnegut’s work, Mr. Robinson’s writing is regarded as an intersection of science fiction with genre-transcending social themes and polish: literary science fiction.
The character of Jason Blaze in Ghost Rider hails from Waukegan, as does non-fictional comedic genius Neil Flynn. You know Flynn as Janitor on Scrubs, but, if his most recent sitcom role in a pretty nerdy and delightful series is not geeky or esoteric enough to fit this theme for you, he also played a cop on an episode of Sliders in 1991. Before I wind down the sci-fi angle altogether, I need to ask:
Am I the only person who’s been stumbling over the clunky and rather laughable, upwardly mobile phrase “speculative fiction” lately in its apparent attempts to supplant “science fiction” and “sci-fi” as the new hep nomenclature for all things dorky? Because I am NOT drinking the kool-aid on that one. I don’t care if it dates me in a decade at a convention or something. I will be That Guy. I don’t care. I’ll call it sci-fi ’til you pry the replication phaser out of my cold, dead Wolverine-barbecue-mitt-covered hand.
As a final and more sobering but still sci-fi-related thought, Waukegan is home to a whopping three Superfund hazardous waste sites. To give you an idea of the slightly unnerving disproportion of that figure, the National Priorities List identifies only about 1200 in the entire country. Sadly, the hazardous waste has not imbued anyone with superpowers — quite the opposite, in fact, and it’s a major health concern. For more info on all that crazy eons-of-environmental-shenanigans and horrors of irresponsible corporate greed, pick up the book Lake Effect by Nancy Nichols, a 2008 true account of the effects of PCBs on Waukegan residents, including the death of Ms. Nichols’ sister. Troublesome and very next level.
