It's Election Day, feminists! You knew that, didn't you? You've voted already, haven't you? You've been reading EvMaroon's Political InQueery series and getting fired up to cast your vote, right? Of course you have! But if you're a procrastinator (and hey, we've all been there), go and VOTE before today's polls close. And if you need that extra oomph, Presente made a video that might inspire you (Warning: it also might make you really angry):
As 2010 draws to a close, it's the time of year that nonprofits ask for donations. Bitch Media is no different; we need ongoing financial support. Usually, we would ask you to make a gift after telling you why you should support us. However, Bitch Media is lucky. We don't need to tell you why Bitch is important because we can let our supporters tell their own stories. This week, former intern extraordinaire Sara Stroo explains why she ♥s Bitch.
When I came across this secret on postsecret.com, I was reminded all over about the reasons I ♥ Bitch. Not only do I love every word of the magazine as a subscriber, but it's even richer for me since I know the behind-the-scenes story of this awesome organization too. I had the chance to intern in the Bitch Media office for 13 months in 2009 and 2010, and I saw firsthand, every day, how much thought, effort, creativity, and spunk goes into producing each issue, blog post, podcast, and community event. I know that each new sustainer and every dollar that comes in as a donation elicits cheers from the entire office. I know that the operations team, the development team, and the executive director all work together to ensure that the organization is always innovating, while staying true to its mission. These happy memories add an extra layer of love to everything I enjoy from Bitch, and they make the necessity of supporting the organization all the more pressing.
I've written about Robyn a lot, I know. This has, as I've mentioned, been the Year of Robyn for me. But this video hit last week and aside from being steamy, sent me spiraling off into a train of thought that I couldn't keep to myself.
Talking with a friend about the video and the tubes full of liquid that Robyn is wrapped in, I used the term "abstract futurism," which is totally me being pretentious. And yet, the tone of a lot of Robyn's songs, both on the Body Talk recordings and her previous work, evokes a world of robots and a world of love--the visual best suited was maybe already snagged by Bjork for "All Is Full Of Love".
Many people who fancy themselves political science pundits have offered their predictions for Election Day on Tuesday, and as one combs through their numbers rackets—I mean, educated guesses as to who will win what—one finds some significant biases—I mean, measurement error—toward their own political affiliations. But this only made one more determined to identify sturdier means of projecting likely results in the 2010 midterm elections. What I list here are the rigorous, the coincidental, and the laughable predictions for this voting cycle.
The launch of the blog series Bechdel Test Canon begins with reflections on 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days.
Cartoonist and graphic novelist Alison Bechdel created a three-part criteria for movies in her seminal comic strip Dykes to Watch Out For. Adopted as the Bechdel Test, movies that meet its standard must feature 1) two female characters who 2) talk to each other about 3) something other than a man.
Lots of fantastic zines have been showing up in our mailbox lately. Thanks to all of your donations, the library's zine collection has been growing like crazy. Here's a little taste of some of the zines that are new to our collection:
I'm going to warn you right away: it was a douchey kind of week. In my time at Bitch, we've never had so many options to choose from for our Douchebag Decree. Lindsay picked the clear winner, but we've had several other happenings On Our Radar:
The Ivy League should win some special sort of prize for consistency in douchebaggery. This week, a Columbia a capella group is in hot water for adverts that pictured one of its members above the tagline "Rape Me."
A Texas high school cheerleader was kicked off her squad for refusing to cheer for the boy who sexually assaulted her. (The Caroline Heldman article has a lengthy comments section, for further reading...)
If you happen to follow me on Tumblr, my obsession with Alison Mosshart is no secret. The witchy-haired singer/guitarist/all-around rock superheroine from The Kills and The Dead Weather probably occupies more space on my Tumblr than anyone aside from David Bowie and Paul Simonon of the Clash (about both of whom, more later). Videos after the jump!
Seducing and then dispatching her rapists (I Spit on Your Grave), tempting horny teenage boys before killing them (Jennifer's Body), getting even with all the boys who ruined her life in high school by becoming sexy and then killing them (Tamara), having a real-life vagina dentate to defend against male rapists (Teeth), becoming sexy and sexual right before she starts killing men. (Ginger). What do all these storylines have in common? They've been touted as feminist because they star a woman who fights and kills her oppressors (see Carol J. Clover's interviewees in Men, Women, and Chainsaws). Personally though, women being depicted as so powerless that the only way they can fight against their oppressors is by using sex is not my idea of a feminist film.