I know this was all over the Internet last week. But. But. But. If you haven't watched it yet you must. It is incredibly sad and funny, and shows in such a chilling way how even the most well-intentioned adults force gender roles upon kids.
Last night I had the pleasure of not just watching The Runaways, not just supporting my local Rock'n'Roll Camp for Girls, but seeing Cherie Currie, lead singer of the first all-female rock band, field questions after a screening of the movie.
For the past several Mad World discussions, we've looked at ad campaigns that are somewhat lacking when it comes to progressive gender politics. It seems high time, then, that we highlight advertising that gets it right where gender is concerned. The only problem is, where the hell is it? Does mainstream, sexism-free advertising even exist?
Former Cherokee Nation Principal Chief Wilma Mankiller died in the morning hours of April 6 at her home in rural Adair County, Cherokee Nation officials confirmed to the Cherokee Phoenix.
Wilma Mankiller has gone to the spirit world. The way I understand it from some of the teachings I've heard, a lot of our people didn't used to look upon death so sadly because the doors of life and death are the same doors. And if you read the statement she prepared for this time after she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, it seems she knew that too.
To me, Wilma Mankiller was the symbol of strength, tenacity, and determination that to learn the ins and outs of the system was to get inside of it and make change - something I've personally really struggled with. Wilma is without a doubt one of those people who make me incredibly proud to be a Native feminist.
Whether you hated Whip It due to its Hollywood treatment of roller derby, or you loved it and found yourself jonesin' for more (or you just want to watch a fun documentary about women kicking the crap out of each other in the name of teamwork and sisterhood), you're bound to fall for Brutal Beauty, an action-packed film by Chip Mabry that provides a behind-the-scenes look at the sport of roller derby as told by the women of the Rose City Rollers.
Welcome to the first entry in a series I'll be doing called "Tuning In." Over the next eight weeks, I will be highlighting intersections of music culture and television from a feminist perspective. As music is often relegated to the background or given minimal consideration when used in other mediums, I thought a post on Lane Kim, protagonist Rory Gilmore's best friend in the long-running series Gilmore Girls, would be a good introduction to my interests here.
The province of Quebec in Canada, in all its infinite wisdom (insert witty sarcastic comment here), has decided to table legislation that would ban the niqab - and any face covering if worn from receiving public services from the provincial government.
The alleged grave concerns? Identity theft and impersonation. The likely realities? Racism, ignorance, colonialism, and general Islamophobia.
Now the intersection – what are feminists saying about this issue?
Welcome to The Young and The Feckless! I thought I would take this inaugural post to do a little table-setting, namely to introduce myself and to give you an idea of what the next eight weeks will have in store. My name is J. Maureen Henderson (ask what the J stands for at your own peril) and I write extensively about Generation Y/Millennial issues and youth culture more broadly, both on my own site and for True/Slant, with an emphasis on personal development (the former) and current affairs (the latter) for those of us in our twenties and thirties (or the quarter-life crisis set). I want to use this column to dig a little deeper into issues at the heart of the intersection between young adulthood and cultural, political and economic influences.
A recently revived obsession with Dolly Parton's 'Jolene' inspired me to share my fave songs penned with a named woman in mind. But of course, the mix has been done, and quite well. So I got to thinking (yes, in that Carrie Bradshaw kind of way) and wondered what the general feeling was of songs penned by women about men. Conclusion? Unlike the lovelorn narrators of Mandy, Help Me Ronda, and Roxanne, the songs on this BitchTapes deal not only with the kind of love that makes you want to scream another's name until someone calls the police, but engage also with the other relationships that women can have with men – from concerned anti-drug sister to a pupil of punk rock to the naïve straight girl who just doesn't get Johnny. Enjoy!