How do you listen to Canadian music?
With your ears, eh? Silly…
Sorry, must have been the feminist jokes post from earlier today that inspired that one.
Anyways, we are indeed heading to the Far North for today's B-sides as we rock out with Nova Scotian and lady tune-weaver Leslie Feist.
Performing as Feist, the woman who made counting fun again ("1,2,3,4"…) has been on hiatus since her last album, "The Reminder" came out in May 2007. Come back!? Please?!
The reader response to "Rear Ended by Porn" was big and vocal, and frankly, pretty awesome, with plenty of you bitches bringing up aspects of the debate that I didn't write about in the original post. There was hateration, too, but I chalk that up to the fact that when you encourage women to take a critical look at their sexual behavior, they're going to resist. Our society feeds us a constant diet of shame and negative messages about sex, so a lot of women automatically default to feeling judged as soon as you suggest that their sexuality might be influenced by something other than their own very special personal free will. But I loved (nearly all) of the responses that I got, especially the one from our righteous feminist sister Amanda Marcotte at Pandagon. Read on...
Oh hey! You there, the hungry-looking feminist! Do you have plans THIS THURSDAY NIGHT? You don't? Perfect! Because your pals at Bitch are teaming up with your pals at Voodoo Doughnut for our CONSUMED ISSUE RELEASE PARTY! Oh, you heard right. Peep this awesome flyer if you don't believe us:
If this awesomeness still isn't enough for you, guess what? We are hosting a DOUGHNUT-EATING CONTEST and the winner gets $50 TO POPINA SWIMWEAR!
Bitch Consumed Issue Release Party. Thursday, September 24. 7:00 pm. 1501 NE Davis (Voodoo Doughnut Too). You. Us. Feminism. Doughnuts. Be there.
Thanks so much to everyone who participated in our feminist joke contest earlier this month! After much careful consideration, we have chosen our top five. Because we don't have addresses and contact info for the people who comment on this site (you know, because we aren't creeps), if you are one of the winners you'll need to contact Kelsey (that's me) with your info so that she (I) can send you your prize: A copy of A Map of Home by Randa Jarrar!
THE WINNERS (in no particular order):
Q: (you, the awesome woman telling this joke, hold up pointer and middle fingers together) Why can't you masturbate with these two fingers?
A: (you, as the awesome woman telling this joke, have to say this) Because they're mine!
From Joe Wilson to that death panel lady, everyone has healthcare on the brain lately (or at least we think they do – who can afford a CAT scan these days?). This includes the folks at Funny or Die, who put this video together. Jon Hamm, Linda Cardellini, AND public healthcare? We'll take it.
Like speed metal and banda music, jazz is one of those musical genres
where the presence and contributions of female artists never quite
mitigates the overall sense that it's a dude's world. For Toshiko
Akiyoshi, crashing the sausage party as an Asian woman was extra
challenging. Nevertheless, the award-winning jazz pianist and big-band
leader was the first woman in the form's long history to compose and
arrange an entire library of music.
Because I live in Brooklyn and I like books, it's been hard to escape the name Jonathan Ames, but I haven't, admittedly, read him. His popularity among a certain set of people has triggered the contrarian in me and I gracefully skirt his work in bookstores and magazines alike. You see, Ames is the kind of person who, the Village Voice tells me, does delightfully irreverent New York things like attend charity events of which he can say, "It's to raise money for Chihuahuas." He names his protagonists after himself. If you've caught my drift, this is the kind of writer who I worry is so well-regarded because he represents a certain kind of trendy New York existence in which everyone nurtures a delightful hip Zooey-Deschanel-esque quirk so that they may safely inhabit a world without regard to responsibility or the dreary business of doing things that are true or meaningful. Or, um, wage-earning.
Someday I shall have to test this prejudice of mine out by reading his books, obviously. For now, HBO has obliged me in delivering a version of Jonathan Ames (penned by Jonathan Ames and called, of course, Jonathan Ames) in thirty-minute morsels (called Bored to Death) to confirm my prejudices. While I've only watched the one episode - which aired last night on HBO but which you can get from OnDemand or, I believe, as a free podcast on iTunes - thus far it has done nothing to alleviate my concern.
That's my arm. I thought it only fair, if discussing the representation of tattoos, to be up front about my own. This one, taken directly from a life science textbook, falls in line with most of the work I've had done: science-y and metaphorical: half-directive, half-reminder.
Time for another episode of Bitch Popaganda! It's like The View, only we all believe the earth is round.
Tune in as Andi, Jonanna, Sara, and Kelsey discuss the idea of modern civility. Celebrities invoked include Kanye West, Serena Williams, Joe Wilson, Michael Jordan, Patrick Swayze, and Tiger Woods. Listen right here, or subscribe to Bitch Media on iTunes and listen whenever you'd like.