Cinematic depictions of spies devoid of engaging personalities are no novelty. In fact, with the exception of James Bond, more often than not, cinematic spies tend to provide more authenticity when they are not weighed down with personality traits at levels best left to proverbial used car salespeople and late night, television discount electronics peddlers
We've taken a look at the past these past two months. It's like looking at a star, shining brightly from some other corner of the galaxy; by the time the light reaches our eyes, a hell of a lot of time has passed. Okay, it's not like that at all. Many of these stories are more like train wrecks—ugly, despicable, and very messy, with many bodies left as aftermath. But no two moments have been the same.
Gratuitously girly writing implements, knee-highs paired with chunky Mary Janes, faux Oxford collars, Coolio's "Rollin' with My Homies", and Paul Rudd's career—Thanks, Clueless! Fifteen years ago, the bubbly feature launched the success of these trends--for better or worse—and a television show with a theme song almost as sticky as Cher's situation with Christian. But, this post isn't about the gang. It's about That Dog, the surprisingly overlooked 90s pop punk quartet who have stolen my heart.
Most people with a finger on the pulse of pop culture (and I'm guessing that includes you if you're reading this) know that the new season of AMC's Mad Men premiered on Sunday. Now, for those of you who are waiting for it to come out on DVD, fear not: This is our weekly advertising forum, so no plot spoilers will be revealed here. I want to talk instead about the ways in which advertising is being dealt with within the show so far. (If you're interested in a plot discussion though, I like Slate's TV Club. Good stuff.) Now, on to the advertising!
Today's Adventures in Feministory is brought to you by a smart and informative video from the Women's Funding Network. Watch it and learn about the history of the Women's Donor Activist Movement! (We could all use a fun video on a Monday, right?)
Yesterday Lisa from A Woman's Ecdysis sent me a call for submissions to an anthology she is editing, called Dear Sister: Letters to Survivors of Sexual Violence.
I encourage you all to submit and forward this call widely. As we know the prevailing silence around sexual assault, it is my hope and request that you take a moment to contribute to this outreach and forward this to any and all allies and survivors of sexual violence. If you know of any coalitions, agencies, shelters, or organizations, feel more than free to offer this to them.
This is a long time vision of mine to build something for survivors and, I hope, this is just the beginning of community healing and radical memoir.
I was in San Francisco last April, having dinner with an old friend
from college. His mother married, many years ago, a close business
partner of Rupert Murdoch. This had been, back in our school days, the cause of many
a sympathetic, slow shake of the head, because we liberal middle class
kids felt badly that he was only two degrees of separation from a man
we thought sucked in a big way. I asked him, not really remembering the
Murdoch connection, how his mother was doing. He smiled and said she
was fine, and then started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
husband was over at Fox News in New York last week and oh my God those
people are so dumb. They're all running around, talking about needing
to be conservative enough for Rupert, and guess what? Rupert doesn't
care what the fuck they say on TV."
He kept laughing through the
rest of his sentence, something to the effect of Fox News is so
right-wing because they think they're supposed to be right-wing, not
because they really want to be.
Hollywood has a well established history of ineptitude as it relates to balancing the wishes of fans with the desire for strong box office numbers. Producers would be wise to create entertainment, which privileges preservation of source material or genre conventions over profit concerns, as many of these films enjoy tremendous success at the box office. (Lord of the Rings, Twilight and Bourne film franchises are good examples.)
This summer, I'm reading lots of young adult literature. Re-visiting some of my favorites from high school, catching up on some of the gems I missed, and paging through what has been published since I reached adulthood. I invite you to do the same. Re-read an old favorite, or discover a new one. You don't need to be a teen, parent, teacher, or librarian to read YA Lit. All you need is an interest in how stories are being told to teenagers.
The week has come to a close, which only means one thing: it's time for another installment of On Our Radar! We're rounding up some of the most interesting things we read this week.
Canadian Teen Melodrama Degrassi: The Next Generation is adding a trans character to the cast. Jos Truitt of Feministing is optimistic for the potential of a "good learning opportunity".
On Colorlines, Julianne Hing writes on the stunningly ignorant makeup collaboration between MAC Cosmetics and high-fashion line Rodarte. The collection, inspired by the "etheral nature" of Juarez, Mexico, the world's deadliest city and a free-trade zone. Hing also includes the apology issued by both MAC and Rodarte, which promises to donate a portion of the proceeds to charity.
On the Ms. blog, Kim Voss stresses that the women's pages of 1950's and 1960's weren't just about fashion and homemaking- they often included progressive political and social issues that other newspaper sections never touched.
On Womanist Musings, Renee Martin takes a look at TLC'S child beauty pageant documentary series Toddlers & Tiaras exemplifies the "Euro-Centric standard of beauty" and its effect on girls of color.