It seems like just yesterday we were transitioning from winter to spring... but now summer is here! And with it comes a steep, almost exponential increase in readily available advice on how to hate your body, courtesy of the magazine rack. There's plenty of instructions on how to flatten your stomach (don't breathe) and mandates to buy rhinestone-encrusted flip-flops and expensive bathing suits that won't fit you. Glamour even has the "best swimsuits for every body"... as long as your body closely resembles any of their three virtually identical cover models. Yes, these magazines are indeed useful in the summertime - they can be used as fuel for beach bonfires or wrapped around greasy hot dogs straight off the grill. You can use them to disguise that box full of fireworks, make a distinguished paper fan, create cute little bowls or coasters... the possibilities are endless, really.
I stumbled across Morgane Richardson's Refuse the Silence project via a link on Twitter. Immediately, it made me think of a discussion in the comments section of an earlier Y&F post about where the stories and conversations around the non-archetypical Millennial experience were and the need to bring attention to these stories as a means of fleshing out and adding dimensions to the (at present, pretty flat) media portrait of Gen Y. There are interesting people out there doing interesting, culturally significant work that has nothing to do with selling us luxury cars (I wish this was a joke) or advising us on how to leverage our blogs into a middle management future; they should get a bigger spotlight.
How many times have I heard people describe a new new laptop computer or i-Whatever as sexy? So much so that apple has built a brand on technology that people want to touch, hold, explore. Sleek, clean, shiny. High-touch and high-tech. And yet, when I think of sex toys design, I often think garish, clunky, and tacky. Why would the ultimate in touchable tech not follow suit?
In the first post in this series, I looked at how white and nonwhite characters in representation and death on the Island at the center of Lost. While the Island is the focus of Lost, flashbacks and other off-island plots are the main way in which the show develops individual characters, and these stories deserve individual analysis.In this post, I'll be looking at the other narrative side of this complex show: off-island action, in flashbacks, flashforwards, and sideways flashes, with help from my friend and fellow Lost fan, Renee Martin of Womanist Musings.
Attention PDX-ers (that's code for Portland, Ore. residents)! Don't forget that next Tuesday is the semi-annual Bitch Clothing Swap!
Note: Leslie Hall will not actually be present at the clothing swap. But that doesn't mean there won't be a sequined leotard with your name on it.
This year we'll be at the happening Jupiter Hotel at E. 8th and Burnside. It's only $10 to attend and swap to your heart's content, and $7 if you bring in a bag of your own clothing to exchange. There will be some boutique items on sale for additional moneyz. Get there early to drop off your clothes and get first pickins' (although as someone who has had last pickin's, there are great finds throughout the evening!) All proceeds benefit Bitch Media, and items left at the end of the night are donated to the community. One person's awkward jacket is another person's priceless find, so spread the word, clean out your closet, RSVP on Facebook, and support what you love while getting a new wardrobe! Details after the jump....
Today marks my introductory blog post for Bitch, a publication I have such admiration and appreciation for, it has taken me several months to settle on what I might write about that would be worthy of the association.
I decided to discuss my travels and travails as a touring musician, with a focus on the women's advocacy work with which I am involved. There will also be time for stories. An example: one time before a show in Shreveport, LA. a man at the bar asked me if I would go to a motel with him and "that hooker lookin' lady over there" and smoke a doobie and have a threesome because she liked Asian people.
COMPLETELY UNRELATED: I am so pleased to announce the debut of our music video directed by Dianna Agron (Quinn of Glee). We gave the exclusive premiere to Oxfam America in hopes we might draw more attention to their work overcoming poverty and social injustice. Right now they are working on promoting a climate change bill that supports the world's poorest and most vulnerable in adapting to and surviving the effects of climate change.
Sometimes a simple acknowledgment of douchery just isn't enough.
Sometimes you have to step back and marvel at how consistent, how
dedicated, how impressively shameless a person's commitment to being a
total asshole is. And that's why Bitch has decided it's time to start
recognizing those individuals as the All-Star douchebags they are.
Practically, it just makes sense: We plan to be awarding Douchebag
Decrees for many years to come, and there are some people it would just
be easier to mention once, acknowledging that not only have they
already amassed an impressive body of douchebaggery, they will surely
keep it up for the foreseeable future.
It's in this spirit
that we give a nod today to the lifetime douchechievements of Mrs.
Caitlin Flanagan: author, columnist, wife, mother, professional scold,
and 24-karat-gold douchebag.