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Paperdolls and Raving
Paperdoll Contest
It seems that my paperdoll is getting a lot of people’s creative juices flowing, so here is a proposition to you awesome creative people: the top 3 will be featured on my site, and then there will be a 24 hour period for people to vote/comment. [According to sitemeter I average around 300+ visitors a day, so for some of you that might be some good advertisement for your site!] Whoever wins will receive additional featurage on the paperdoll site itself, and a free e-mail forwarder: YOU@MADPIMP.COM or a gmail account.
Rules: There are no rules. Use other pictures. Photoshop it. As long as it’s still the paperdoll. Straight hood, baby, just the way I like it.
My disclaimer ahead of time: Any inappropriate/insulting/offensive stuff will be allowed, however ALL pictures posted up are fully the work of the artists featured. I hold no responsibility for any edited photos or pictures that are posted on my site that have to do with this contest. Take it up with the artist if you got beef.
Email your entries to madpimp@gmail.com
What happened to raving?
Funny story, during the years when raving was still popular and the word candy didn’t really mean candy, and dropping something didn’t mean that you had to pick it up, I found this picture of myself and had a good chuckle.
What is “Raving” anyways? Urban Dictionary says: An organized underground party involving music and dancing. Raves typically involve one or more DJs playing electronic dance music such as techno, trance, breakbeat, jungle, and ambient.
I didn’t start going to raves until they were already dying. When people talked of the glory days. When people complained about the lameness of the parties and that PLUR [peace love unity respect] was a thing of the past.
I started tagging along with friends to raves when I first started college. Like many asian families, my parents never let me go out at night later than perhaps 10 or 11 pm… And even then, I had to have a solid alibi of where I was — “raving” or even “sleeping over at a friends” would not be enough.
For my first year of college, I was swept into a world of beautiful lightshows, new things, glowsticking, dancing [tutting mostly] and people who seemed too nice to be true.
Then it became a little old… but all my friends still went, so I tagged along. Soon, for me, it felt like it was the same thing over and over. This was for two reasons:
1. I rarely did any drugs or alcohol at these raves so there was very little intoxicated fun
2. I didn’t feel like I could dance anymore because I received some criticism about the motives behind my learning to dance.
3. I was at odds with the people I went with
The raving scene is dead, for me, but I’ve learned it’s not completely because of how good the party is, or how great the venue is, or how many people are there. Raves are good if you like the people you’re with, you enjoy the music, and you can dance in any way you want without feeling self conscious.
Just once more, I’d like to go to a rave (or rave party.. Spundae anyone) and:
1. Get REALLY fucked up
2. Dance my booty off
3. Be with people I can be myself with
