The Week: April 26, 2014

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Apr 26, 2014

This round-up is a day late. My apologies for that. It’s also got quite a few links of a sexual nature. No apologies there because, hey, it’s the weekend.

Enjoy.

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A map illustrating the most popular baseball teams by county. (Apparently nobody cares about Canada.)

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“‘Wow-sabi?’ Is that like Wasabi, but with added essence of douchebag?” A scathing review of the menu of Guy Fieri’s new Vegas restaurant.

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Prince Harry racing Usain Bolt.

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This wasn’t really a surprising revelation, but it’s still a fascinating read: “The Way We Board Planes Makes Absolutely No Sense.”

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The Telegraph compiles the top hardest countries to get a visa.

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A lovely little essay on the city-dweller’s struggle for privacy.

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Sex Advice from an Uncomfortable Guy Who’s Afraid of Sex.

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Denmark has taken a creative approach to combat its low birthrate – encouraging people to get it on while on vacation (video is mostly SFW).

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Steven Coogan explains why he hates the song “Lady in Red” so darn much. The upside: it’s a funny interview. The downside: guess what song I now have stuck in my head.

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Stars of the adult movie industry talk about what it was like to “come out” as a porn worker.

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See you Monday!

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