In that way that some people (read: me) obsessively decide which three wishes they'd choose if they had three wishes, I have considered carefully whose voice I would want if some fairy godmother appeared and granted me the power to actually not sound like a squawking turkey when I sing. The choice gets tougher, though, between the top two.
This week on Grey's Anatomy, Dr. Yang takes a trip to the Coyote Ugly, Dr. Avery's dark past comes to the fore, Dr. Grey and Dr. Karev strike out on their own to save a patient's life, and a whole lot of people get drunk. Really drunk.
Find out what the Grand Rounds crew thought of it all, after the jump!
Due to the dominance of the English language in rock 'n' roll, many artists who have chosen to record in their native language have not gained world-wide prominence. To see what else was out there, I went on a music research quest resulting in this week's BitchTapes mix of songs all recorded in French. Some current electronic French acts, a few synth songs from the '80s, some current rock, and finally a delicious pop song from the '60s (and a couple French Canadians and Belgians) made the cut. Track list after the jump! Appréciez!
Another video clip: The women of Reel Grrls have posted a vlog on celebrity weight loss and the media's obsession with it.
Terry Gross is a divisive figure here at Bitch HQ (She asks good questions! She asks terrible questions! Her voice! It's so soothing/irritating!), but it's pretty undeniable that she's been kicking ass and taking names on Fresh Air this week. We're all about the Jay-Z interview in particular, for his responses to the "Bitch/ho question" (thanks, Terry!) and the "Why do rappers grab their crotches?" question.
Jim McKay's 1996 feature Girls Town came out at an interesting time. It was released a few years after riot grrrl was co-opted by the mainstream and Sassy folded, but a year before Spin Magazine attempted to capitalize on a cultural moment with their problematic Girl Issue and Alex Sichel's coming-of-age drama All Over Me received a limited theatrical release. It made its stateside cinematic debut two days before Annette Haywood-Carter's Foxfire, an adaptation of Joyce Carrol Oates' novel that also focused on a teenage girl gang, which helped launch Angelina Jolie's career, attempted to do the same for Calvin Klein model Jenny Shimizu, and represented a liminal period for former child actress and Rilo Kiley frontwoman Jenny Lewis. While Foxfire is better-known, I'd argue that Girls Town evinces more progressive gender and racial politics.
Whatever sense one makes of the midterm elections this year, some people in Congress now claim they have a mandate or at the very least, a bully pulpit from which they can advance their own agendas, no matter their sensibility or lack thereof. As we press into the weekend before our collective, supposed Thanksgiving next Thursday, let's take a look at who has made vocal declarations for the next several months. One needn't even examine these carefully before identifying which Congressperson made a traitorous claim.
On Tuesday night, the Bitch Book Club got together to discuss Gaudy Night, a mystery novel by Dorothy Sayers that was first published in 1935. While snacking on cinnamon rolls and apple rosemary scones donated by Dovetail Bakery, we talked about this smart and witty book that has gained a reputation as the first feminist novel of its genre.
There always comes a point, when someone asks me to write for them, that I decide it's time to write about sex.
When it comes to a column about music, that's not as difficult as you might think. Sex is everywhere in pop music—rock 'n' roll, hip hop, r&b, they're full of it. From the moment Elvis shimmied his hips on television, there's been something not just sexual, but transgressively sexual about music. From the moment there was a youth culture around music, we've used it to tell our parents that we were thinking about sex whether they liked it or not.
If your grandma seems out of sorts at Thanksgiving dinner next week, ask her to consider Superhero Therapy. That's the solution French photographer Sacha Goldberger came up with when he discovered that his 91-year-old Hungarian grandmother Frederika was feeling lonely and depressed. To cheer her up, he suggested that they shoot a series of outrageous photographs in unusual costumes, poses, and locations. The results of their superhero series will make your day: