That's Gotta Suck

GiggleSugar — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:30:00 -0700

A day at the bullfights ends badly for one dude who gets pantsed by a bull. He survives the attack, but that's pretty humiliating. (Why do people do this, anyway? Find a hobby, folks!)

Is Nudity a Persuasive Method of Activism?

TresSugar — Tue, 26 May 2009 04:00:00 -0700

A naked person might make you either look twice or cover your eyes; but activists in Spain hope it will persuade you to join their cause against bull fighting. Over the weekend, anti-bull fighting demonstrators in Madrid dressed themselves up in not much more than fake blood. They were trying to raise awareness about the animal cruelty involved with bullfighting.

Going naked or using sexy women to bring attention to neglected causes isn't new. PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) routinely uses human flesh to get out its animal rights message; they even orchestrated a Running of the Nudes to protest the infamous running of the bulls in Spain.

Do you think nudity gets people to pay attention to important causes, or does it come off as a distracting gimmick?

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Women Dressed in Flamenco Splash Spain With Color

TresSugar — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 16:00:00 -0700

Each April the residents of Seville, Spain, celebrate the Feria de Abril festival. The fiesta began as a livestock fair in 1847, and today it marks the beginning of the bullfighting season.

Throughout the week, Sevillanas parade through the city adorned in larger-than-life traditional clothes. I think a lot of people in America would feel too self-conscious to get all decked out like this. Lucky Seville that they have a tradition that gives them an excuse to!

The flamenco dresses are gorgeous, and no two are the same. I'm dying for a reason to wear one! Take a peek. Source

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Running of the Bulls: Cruel Tradition or Bunch of Bull-oney?

LibertySugar — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 03:00:08 -0700

The annual running of the bulls kicked off in Pamplona, Spain yesterday and so far one Irish tourist has been killed. Despite the risk of death and injury, thousands of people let bulls chase them for over 800 meters on the way to the bullfight arena.

While human injury upsets everyone, some animal rights activists get particularly upset about how the traditions entails "torturing and killing a defenseless animal." PETA describes the festival like this:

Bulls are bred in fields and are not accustomed to the noise of the crowd or being surrounded by people. They are kept in crowded, dark enclosures, and when they are prodded onto the streets with electric shocks, they are momentarily blinded by the sunlight. They are terrified and are hit by runners with rolled up newspapers.

In order to show their opposition, PETA supporters participate in the Running of the Nudes two days before the major tourist-attracting bull runs. Whose side are you on - PETA's or Spain's?

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Come Story Telling with me!!! The Completed Story

DearSugar — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 09:30:00 -0700

I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create, read more

I hopped into the shower and felt the sting from the hot water on my sunburned back. Turning my neck to look, I noticed the imprint of my bandeau bikini top. It is going to burn for days but my fabulous time at the beach BBQ was so worth it. I still cannot believe that the first time I run into him I am relaxed and wearing next to nothing...couldn't have been better! Sure he may have been toting a pretty skinny little Christina Aguilera look-alike on his shoulder and I might have just gotten out of a Britney-post-Kfed phase, but I knew I looked good all cleaned up! I had gotten my act together since that fateful day when I found the my ex-husband stole all of our money on our joint bank account so he and and his young, blonde mistress could start a new life in Malibu. I don't know what's worst, that I didn't try to seek revenge like my girlfriends have suggested or that this sort of thing, husband leaving wife for a hot younger girl is so typical in our society.

I'm hoping that my trip to Madrid, funded by my wonderful mother, will change my life, and who knows, I might meet a gorgeous Spanish bullfighter. Okay a woman, in her mid-30s, can still wish like a teenager, right? Anyways as I look through the closet filled with turtle-necks sweaters and cardigans, I thought of hitting the local boutiques to find myself new wardrobes. That's when I realized that my old friend from college Elizabeth has a villa on the Southern coast of Spain in Puerto de Santa Maria in Cadiz! She owns and runs a beach bar with her boyfriend Enrique, maybe I could get a little place there and work behind the bar for awhile. I turn from the closet eager to contact her and go to the nightstand where I left my Blackberry. I dial her up and tell her about my situation. She invites me over for coffee. When I arrive at her villa, I am taken aback by the beauty of it's architecture. I walk into my room, as Elizabeth proposed that I stay with her and as I looked out my window in the mid afternoon, I saw that Spain is just amazing - its architecture, it's culture so rich! This is a great escape from the craziness that I was in. I plan to enjoy myself, have a good time and meet some great people.

Then I hear Elizabeth calling me so that she can show me around. As I come down the stairs, I see Elizabeth and Enrique's friend Ocatvio who is extremely gorgeous standing there in khaki shorts and a blue button down shirt accompanied with brown leather loafers. He smiled at me, all six foot two--manly broad shoulders of him--smiled at me. I lusted myself towards him and held my hand out to greet him. He leaned down and kissed my hand when I felt I was blushing and then noticed that Elizabeth and Enrique were staring at me like a museum exhibit.

Elizabeth chimed in and grabbed the both of us saying "Octavio is Enriques family friend, ahem, hes a very astounding artist here in Spain and he also has an amazing yatch that we are so reluctant to be able to spend the day on! Right Ocatvio??" He laughed and said "of course, I hope you have some deck shoes because those heels wont do you any good on the boat."

i looked down at my shoes, took off the straps of my shoes, placed them aside and slipped in a pair of Elizabeth's sandals. "That was fast," Elizabeth said with a smirk. We all started to laugh as I though to myself that everything will go smoothly today as long as I don't get seasick. We pile into Enrique's small silver car and cruise through the Spanish streets toward the marina. I'm in the back seat next to Octavio, the wind running through my hair. I turn towards him and he leans in and whispers, Pardon me for noticing, but your dress strap has, uh, slipped. I looked down and groaned -- apparently I had been channeling my inner Britney or Tara, and half my breast was showing. I covered up, and then tried to make light of it by saying, "Oooops... guess my girl couldn't wait til we got to the beach to come out. I've always wanted to go to a European beach where clothing is optional. I can imagine it to be a very liberating feeling. What do you think??" Octavio smiled and said,"You can be 'liberated' once we get on my yatch."

As we were walking towards the yatch I tripped and fell and face planted into the ground. I broke my nose and blood spurted everywhere. Enrique, Elizabeth and Octavio ran over to me as well as everyone else on the boat dock. Enrique pulled out a cloth from his pant pocket and held it over my nose as Elizabeth shrieked at the site of my blood. I sat up and noticed I had torn my dress and I was a complete mess. All of a sudden I felt a deep cry coming on and tears began to uncontrollably roll down my face. I couldn't control myself, I was sure a sight to tourists because people wouldn't stop starring. Suddenly Octavio picked me up while Enrique grabbed my tote bag and carried me onto his yatch. He sat me down on the couch below deck, pulled out ice from the champagne bucket then wrapped it in a towel and placed it over my nose his soothing voice comforting me. My sobs of pain and embarrassment soon began to quiet down, traded in for little giggles as Octavio joked about the time he fell off his yatch.
"I was sure a sight!" He said, and I laughed. Elizabeth brought me some water and soon I began to slowly drift off to sleep, with Octavio holding me I woke up some time later, with that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where you are, or how long you've been asleep.

Immediately I felt a pounding in my face around my nose and I recalled with all-to-clear accuracy where I was. Whether I was asleep for minutes or hours, I didn't know, but Octavio had not moved from his spot. He smiled down at me as I woke up and said "How do you feel? Everyone is on deck getting ready to have lunch, are you up to some crab cakes?" I pondered the thought of moving from where I was because my dress was still torn, my face still throbbing and I’m sure I was rather unattractive at the moment. "Sure, I just need to freshen up, where’s the restroom?"

After I safely made it to the tiny restroom that was big enough to only bend at a 45 degree angle, I dug through my bag and changed into some shorts, my cute bikini I just got and a white flowy tunic. I looked at my face in the mirror. Not too bad, it was workable. I pulled out my concealer and dabbed it over my pink nose and soon I looked decent enough to be seen in public again. I threw on some sunglasses, my big floppy hat and made my way upstairs to the deck where I could hear music blaring, laughter and the sound of champagne bottles bursting open. I glanced around searching for Octavio, then saw him waving at me from his table. I made my way towards him, brushing past strangers and stopping when Elizabeth asked how I was doing. I assured her I was just dandy, and continued my way to Octavio, who had the most cutest grin on his face! Plopping myself down beside him, he poured me some champagne and set the crab cakes he promised in front of me.

"Dig in!" He said, and I did. As I ate in such a hurry. It had been hours since I'd eating and crab cakes were one of my guilty pleasures. "I see you keep your word" I murmured as I swallowed the tasty crab cakes. Octavio plastered a huge grin across his face as he whispered in my ear "You look very lovely today, despite your little accident, the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on" Of course I started to blush and giggle like a school girl. He grabbed my hand and squeezed gently and stared me deep in the eyes. I couldn't stop concentrating on his beautiful lush brown puppy dog eyes, I could feel myself falling, and falling fast, as his face grew closer to mine. "I know our day didn't start out on the right food, but I am so happy to have you as my guest, I just have a funny feeling this is the beginning of something amazing."

I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me -- I gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I couldn't have said it any better".