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.
By now, you're probably aware of the Disney Princess Industrial Complex, an entire industry built on encouraging young girls to fantasize about being princesses and convince their parents to spend tons of cash making their tiara-clad dreams come true. Well, apparently the folks at Disney don't want to stop at marketing their characters to young girls, because they are teaming up with MAC Cosmetics to offer a line of Disney-inspired makeup. And what's more, the makeup is not modeled after Disney's princesses, but rather their "Venomous Villains." You too can look like Cruella Deville or the Evil (nameless) Queen from Snow White! Finally!
If you haven't gotten the Action issue of Bitch yet, or if for some bizarre reason you're not a subscriber, here's three offerings from the magazine on our website. Read 'em as a break from shorter pieces on the web, post 'em to your various Twitter-book-pages, and leave your insightful comments, and all that fun tech-y stuff you can't do with a paper copy.
And now, feast your feminist eyes on "Lavender Menaced" which discusses the changing use of the word "lesbian"; Queers on the Run, an interview with Eric Stanley and Chris Vargas of Homotopia and Criminal Queers; and finally "Eat, Pray, Spend," a feature on priv-lit (and I'm guessing you can tell which popular bestseller falls into that category).
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Representation is not necessarily anti-racism, and Lost's framing and depiction of nonwhite characters is often violent and damaging. A pertinent example of this in the current, last season came two weeks ago in the episode "The Candidate", in which Sun, Jin, and Sayid–three out of four of the remaining characters of color from the original cast - were killed within the span of a few minutes so white characters could live.
The supermarket where I shop plays music of a certain vintage (which, as we've recently discussed, could be anything from last year's Billboard Top 40 to ditties from the War of 1812). The other day it happened to be Fleetwood Mac's "Don't Stop". As I browsed the selection of veggie sushi, I thought of how appropriate this particular song is for the commencement season (forget about Clinton campaigning to it back in the 90s), especially a commencement season in which there isn't exactly a lot of cockeyed optimism being dished out for the class of 2010.
Of course, my brain started whirring and I tried to think of other oldies radio staples and bona fide pop classics (very loosely defined as songs at least as old as the kids I'd dedicate them to) that would suit the occasion. I came up with the following mental mix tape that I'd offer up to the country's newest crop of college grads. Feel free to chime in in the comments section with your own (more current/eclectic) selections.
The widely popular video game Bayonetta boasts an advertising campaign that rivals the onscreen sexism of the game itself. In Tokyo, a large billboard in the subway invited passersby to literally strip off flyers to reveal Bayonetta naked underneath. The campaign perpetuates and encourages sexual and physical harassment against women, an epidemic in Japan (and many other countries, including the United States). Check it out:
You've likely encountered the work of writer and editor Ada Calhoun—whether it's her editorial work on Babble.com, of which she was founding editor, her pieces for Time and New York magazines, or her blog conversation 90s Woman—where, among many other admirable feminist pursuits, she and author Kara Jesella try to pinpoint the "most 90s woman" song of 2010.
Now Calhoun has published her first book, Instinctive Parenting: Trusting Ourselves to Raise Good Kids, which chronicles her life as a new mother and outlines her parenting philosophy. Consider her the feminist lit voice for a back-to-basics approach to mamahood in the era of "helicopter parenting," the obsessive Gen X and Y response to the laissez-faire style of their parents. It may just be the only parenting book blurbed by Kathleen Hanna.
Page Turner recently interviewed Calhoun about her take on parenting culture, the gender spectrum in raising a boy, her "get out of hell" mantra for crisis moments, and how playground life circa 2010 really can evoke Heathers-era teen flicks.