PZ Myers-owned copy of Skepchick nude calendar now on eBay!

Copies of the now-infamous Skepchick nude calendar are hard to come by these days, but Skepchick fans can now get their hands on a copy previously owned by PZ Myers himself.

Myers, the celebrated evo-devo biologist and popular feminist blogger, is auctioning off his personal copy of the racy calendar as part of the The Pamper Initiative, a fundraiser created to send a dozen people to this year’s Free Thought Convention. The fundraiser aims to cover airfare, hotel and convention fees to the members-only event hosted by popular skeptic and atheist bloggers.

“It’s an item that has enormous sentimental value, obviously,” Myers told reporters. “I’ve always kept it as a reminder that women aren’t objects, and that the female form can be empowering, in this case as a way to raise money for a good cause.”

The original image of Rebecca Watson from the Skepchick nude calendar (left) and the PZ Myers-owned copy up for bid (right).

Bidding started at a modest $150, but by Tuesday — just a day after the auction went live — the highest bid had topped out at $3,216.43.

“Item is classified as fair to worn condition,” the auction description reads. “Cover is faded and scuffed from storage under mattress. The following months on the calendar are either worn, bent or stained: April (Rebecca Watson), June (Greta Christina), September (Amy Roth), and October (Melody Hensley). Pages for June (Greta Christina) and July (Jen McCreight) are joined in some places by organic adhesive. Buyers must agree to purchase calendar as-is, with the understanding that this is a used item. Refunds will not be granted based on item condition.”

More than 300 users posted bids to own PZ Myers’ personal copy of the infamous Skepchick nude calendar.

Watson drubs MRA scrub in Skeptic Battle Raps XVI: The Wreckoning

It was the punchline heard ’round the world.

Rebecca Watson was looking to cruise through this year’s Skeptic Battle Raps semi-finals en route to another championship, but MRA stalwart and speed-flow specialist Gary “The Rapist” Bayless was having none of it.

“It’s second nature to me, they call me the Atheist Chief,” Bayless rhymed, “Imma magna cum loud,  all over your communications degree!”

As the crowd erupted into a collective “DAMN!” and Bayless clutched for half a bar to let the laughter die down, judges D.J. Grothe and Phil “Thundaf00t” Mason were doubled over in fits of manginular giggles. At one point, Mason was able to suppress his laughter enough to stand up and declare, “Bitch got SERVED!” to the delight of the angry men in the crowd.

Rebecca Watson, feminism’s shining light. Little known fact? Also dope on the mic.

Watson, face reddened with embarrassment, wasn’t deterred. The eight-time champion issued a blistering salvo, telling Bayless that wack isn’t just what he is, “wack is what you do alone in your room at night!”

“This is new ground for the both of us,” Watson rapped, “so don’t act like a wussy. I don’t wreck many rookies, you don’t get any pussy. Little birdie just fly away, another woman won’t give you the time of day! Bitch, this battle is over: Mangina Raped!”

The venue shook with the delivery of Watson’s final stanza, punctuated by the shrieks of feminist icon Amanda Marcotte, who cheered Watson on from the rear of the crowd where she lounged with a martini, held aloft in a palanquin by a bevy of well-muscled and shirtless men. What followed was a surreal scene as Watson crowd-surfed during a spirited 20-minute ovation. A clearly shaken Grothe took to the podium but was unable to command the attention or respect of the crowd until Watson herself silenced them.

“Let us hear what this man has to say, shall we?” Watson asked.

Grothe, appearing shaken, prostrated himself before Watson on the stage. Watson settled back into a throne that was quickly carried on stage by emasculated MRA activists and, as she fed candied figs to one of her three dragons, settled her gaze onto Grothe.

“Speak.”

Grothe’s mouth moved, but no words would come. In desperation, the humbled misogynist looked to Mason for help, but the might “Thunderf00t” was frozen in fear, a pool of terror-piss forming  beneath his feet as Watson’s dragons roared.

Wattage: Skeptics clamor for more Rebecca Watson coverage

We’re back with more correspondence from our mailbag, this time from reader heteronormative_pornographer@xxxx.com out of Pussy Creek, OH:

“I was appalled to stumble on your site and discover there’s actually a fan page for Rebecca Watson, a woman who has been a blight on, and divisive force in, the skeptical and atheist movements. It seems like you’re not even bothering with the pretense of interest in skepticism, just Watson herself, as if she belongs in the pages of People magazine alongside Angelina Jolie. If that’s the case, then please remove any references to skepticism or the skeptical community on your blog, so actual skeptics looking for information won’t have their time wasted.”

Sit down, little buddy, and let us tell you a delightful story.

Back in 2008, before the people behind the James Randi Educational Foundation were exposed as the patriarchy-supporting scum they are, Rebecca Watson was a speaker at the group’s events, headlining TAM 5.5 alongside Neil Tyson, Richard Saunders, and a few other less-important skeptic leaders. It was a golden age for skepticism, and the following year Rebecca Watson returned as a speaker for The Amazing Meeting 7 in Las Vegas.

TAM 7 had a hell of a line-up, including Bill Prady, the creative force behind juggernaut sitcom The Big Bang Theory; Jennifer Ouellette, a celebrated science journalist who regularly appears in the pages of Discover Magazine and the Wall Street Journal; Adam Savage, the beating heart of Mythbusters; actor Steven Bauer, he of Don Eladio in Breaking Bad fame; and Ray Hyman, psychology professor extraordinaire, pseudoscience bitch-slapper, and certified OG of the skeptic movement.

But ask ANYONE about TAM 7 and what they remember from that weekend, and without a moment’s hesitation they’ll tell you it was the impromptu wedding of Rebecca Watson and Sid Rodrigues, a London-based skeptic who enjoyed a fleeting moment of fame during his marriage to Watson.

Video of Savage’s talk exists on the web, and a search turns up a post-TAM interview with Hyman. But Bill Prady’s speech is notably absent from popular video sites like Youtube, Ouellette’s talk barely registered a blip on the radar, and no one knows who Bauer is. By contrast, Youtube and co. have no less than seven vids of the Watson-Rodrigues marriage, SGU devoted a two-episode special to the news, and the skeptic blogosphere nearly broke the internet with Miley Cyrus-size traffic numbers on posts about the nuptials.

As you can see in this eight-minute clip of The Watson Wedding, it’s a beautiful moment — romantic music, poetic vows and all eyes on Rebecca Watson, with nary a word about atheism, skepticism or science. As the camera zooms in on Rebecca’s face, we see the embarrassed smile of a woman who is clearly uncomfortable in the spotlight, reluctantly becoming the center of attention, emboldened by the cheers of an audience showering her with love.

And if you listen closely, just after the vows are complete and the happy couple lean in for a kiss, there’s a collective grunt and a sort of deflating sound nearly drowned out by the cheers. What the fuck is that, you ask? It’s the sound of dreams dashed and a thousand dicks going limp.

The Amazing Meeting? More like The Amazing Wedding. So you see, dear heteronormative_pornographer@xxxx.com, we’re just giving readers what they want. *

* With the exception of one visitor from Indonesia, who happened by the site via the disturbing search query “mark addy celebrity nude”