Last week, we had our first-ever Mad World Book Club meeting, and it was great! As many of you know, we discussed Jean Kilbourne's Can't Buy My Love, and everyone had lots to say about gender, persuasion, advertising, and fried dill pickle chips (we met at Bernie's Southern Bistro). However, as many of you also know, most of our readers don't live close enough to meet us in person for pickle chips, which is why we're hosting this virtual version of the Book Club.
Don't pack up your jerseys yet folks! Don't you put that vuvuvuvuzazula on eBay! The next World Cup is just one year away! In fact, it'll be the twentieth anniversary of the first FIFA Women's World Cup.
Think back just a couple of years, and you'll return to the tail end of the Bush Administration. For some, it marks the terminus of the good times: when America didn't look to allies in order to make foreign policy, when we were on the right road against "abortionists," and abstinence-only education got boatloads of money to save our children from certain sexual promiscuity and queerness. For others of us, it was like waking up from an eight-year nightmare.
Hot Pantz provides readers with an understanding of anatomy, recipes to conquer yeast infections and hormonal imbalances, an extensive glossary of self-healing herbs, a list of aphrodisiacs, and it provides instructions on how to give foot massages that will alleviate cramps! I can't tell you how often I consult this zine, or how excited I've been to share information from this zine with a friend in need.
Is it already Friday?! We're rounding up some of the most interesting things we read this week in another edition of On Our Radar.
Johannes Mehserle, the ex-BART officer who shot and killed Oscar Grant, has been found guilty of involuntary manslaughter. Speaker's Corner offers a succinct round up of the mainstream media's (non)coverage.
Tasha Fierce has a call for submissions up for an anthology entitled "Occupied Bodies: Women of Color Speak on Self-Image" on Red Vinyl Shoes.
Shelby Knox offers Google some suggestions of accomplished women that the search engine could honor with doodles. Over the past 11 years, Google has featured 109 "innovators, artists, revolutionaries and creators" on their front page, only 8 of which have been women.
Over at Broadsheet, Stephanie Hughes highlightsfeminist summer camp. The program, started by activists Jennifer Baumgardner and Amy Richards four years ago, brings young feminists from all over the country to New York City for a week of networking, workshops, and, of course, bonding!
Chloe Angyal writes on "lady tool kits" on Feministing.
Spoiler alert?! Sady Doyle Garland Grey reviewsTwilight: Eclipse and offers some much-needed "distinction between Twilight fans and Twlight, Inc."
On Shakesville, Melissa McEwan pans FatBooth, the new iPhone app that allows the user to upload a photo that magically makes you (assuming you're thin, of course!) look fat.
Maya Dusenbery of RH Reality Check roots for the abortion on tonight's episode of NBC's Friday Night Lights, one of the first abortions on television since the 1972 episode of Maude.
For those in Los Angeles, there will be a panel by MAGNET (Media Advocates Giving National Equality to Trans People) on negative representations of trans women in the media on July 15th. Details are at Transgriot.
Find something that piqued your interest this week? Leave it in the comments section!
The 2010 FIFA World Cup final is this Sunday! Soccer/football and music have a long and wonderful history—championships have official songs and teams have unofficial anthems and chants, from the obvious (Queen's "We Are the Champions") to the unexpected (Rodgers and Hammerstein's "You'll Never Walk Alone"). Most of the songs here are about European teams, because I tried to choose ones that got far in the World Cup this year, but you can find more at this database or this plainly and accurately titled blog. If you're looking for some good old-fashioned male objectification, the ladies at Kickette can help you out there. Throw on your kits and prepare for inappropriate nationalism!
There's nothing like trying to create a 10-point guide of how not to be a disrespectful immature jerk when dumping someone to make me think of the far more than 10 disrespectful immature jerks who have dumped me. My pain will hopefully be someone else's gain.
United States of Tara, a show about a woman with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), recently wrapped up its second season. I haven't yet seen it, but I thoroughly enjoyed the first season—I love Toni Collette and Diablo Cody, and there are not a ton of shows about women by women. There are even less shows set in my home state of Kansas. It's a funny, well-written, and on some levels well-executed show.
But, after rewatching and researching the show's origins and authorship in a critical context, I was perturbed to realize that the show's portrayal of disability was not only sensationalistic, but inherently based on appropriatiion. In United States of Tara, DID is used as a metaphor, an analogy, a plot point—part of the human experience, yes, but also an opportunity to speculate, crack jokes, and make grand statements about Life (normal life: that is, with able privilege) and Being A Woman (an everyday woman: that is, one who is not crazy).
From his anti-Semitic attacks during his 2006 DUI arrest, his homophobic and sexist remarks in interviews, to his racist films, Mel Gibson has long deserved the honor of the Douchebag Decree. The latest allegations against Mel Gibson, though, just might push this super-douche into the hall of shame.