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Panty stuffing is more than just a sordid violation. It almost feels like a perversion of purpose, having something that should be protecting your intimate hole crudely shoved deep inside it instead. To be filled with your own panties is to be penetrated roughly. It's not like a finger or a cock that slides in smoothly, skin on flesh. The seams and textures of intruding panties scratches and scrapes. If I were to inspect you, and find that you'd soaked your panties like a very naughty girl, I’d have to slip them down and take them off.

I was gone…I was working on a live event and a NEVERWORNS episode with beloved Vogue writer Plum Sykes…now I’m back. Below is a bit about why I love Plum’s writing. Also, here is the audio from our in-person talk. That NEVERWORNS episode is coming this week. What a rush…I chatted with Plum Sykes for the first NEVERWORNS Live! event on Thursday. Some background: Plum’s Vogue articles from the ‘90s and early ‘00 are the Old Testament for fashion writers.

“Book”, in Portuguese, is “livro”. So, to talk about books, we use “livros”. It seems quite straightforward: the plural is formed with an “-s” at the end of the word. When we actually hear the plural “-s” coming out of the mouths of the Portuguese, it becomes a bit more complex. Syllable-ending “-s” can be read as (I’m using the International Phonetic Alphabet): [ʃ] if the word is isolated or the following sound is a voiceless consonant (“livros todos”); [ʒ] if the following sound is a voiced consonant (“livros dados”); [z] if the following sound is a vowel (“livros azuis”).

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I’ve seen the 2004 film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind so many times that it’s difficult to see it through any lens other than one of admiration and teenage heartache. I was graduating from high school when I saw it in the theater on its opening weekend. When a friend of mine asked me to see it with her and a group of friends, I hadn’t seen a trailer or even heard about it.

If you missed Part I of this series on the poetry of Breaking Bad, you can check out the first post here: The Poem That Explains Walter White The role that Walt Whitman’s “The Learn’d Astronomer” plays in Breaking Bad is one of the first things I ever wanted to write about for PopPoetry—seeing the work of a poet being such an integral part of the … Read more 2 years ago · Caitlin Cowan

Looking for a romcom to watch this Valentine’s Day? Why not check out one of the best adaptations of Shakespeare starring fresh-faced young heartthrobs (it was kind of a thing in the 1990s). Joining Romeo + Juliet, O, and My Own Private Idaho, 10 Things I Hate About You is a loose adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew. The film turns an astounding 25 years old next month. With an all-star cast and a vibe so 90s that you almost feel like they’re making the film in retrospect as an homage to the 90s, it’s required viewing for millennials, 90s film aficionados and, yes, poets.

I am not a fan of forced conversation or small talk, especially icebreakers. Sometimes, my yoga teacher will have us introduce ourselves to the people next to us (which is fine) or tell them our favorite color (which is stupid). I don’t really have a favorite color (usually I say blue or purple, like a muted purple, or shades of pink, like a lighter pink, but not salmon and never orange—does anybody like orange?

One of the most underrated Saturday Night Live skits ever starred Phil Hartman as president Reagan; the premise was that his dotting old man routine was a schtick and in reality he was the mastermind running everything, including the Iran-Contra affair: If you notice, Hartman-as-Reagan isn’t just smarter out of the public eye, he’s also more short-tempered. This plays on a old trope of presidents displaying one persona in public and a different one in private.