The genesis of my cinema love affair can be traced to two films: The Wiz and Serpico, both directed by Sidney Lumet (father of Jenny and Amy Lumet and son-in-law of the incomparable Miss Lena Horne) Despite being two decidedly different films, they share a lineage and many visual stylistic elements, which tends to make a double-feature of them oddly harmonious.
I feel geeky admitting that each major crew member of The Wiz had a corresponding Cabbage Patch Doll, imaginary friend or personal effect named in their honor. My typewriter was named "Joel Schumacher", my Fisher-Price record player, "Quincy-Vandross," (of course!), and my Fisher-Price camera was named after trailblazing film editor and personal bad ass chick hero: "Dede Allen". Allen died this past April, leaving a legacy of iconic film imagery and countless imitators.
Mary Wilson was born in 1944 in Greenville, Mississippi. She later moved to the Detroit Brewster Projects where at the age of 13 she met Florence Ballard and Diane Ross, the girls with whom she would become the greatest girl group of all time–The Supremes.
We're back again with another edition of On Our Radar - bringing you some of the most interesting things we read this week!
Riddhi Shaw takes a look at the misogynistic and homophobic undertones of BrosIcingBros on Broadsheet. The drinking game, wherein a bro (never a female, and never gay) surprises another bro with a warm bottle of Smirnoff Ice and forces him to chug it, has garnered national media attention in recent weeks.
Jessica Wakeman interviews the always fabulous Margaret Cho on The Frisky.
Over at Sociological Images, Gwen Sharp writes on the the hypersexualization of Latino boys.
South Korea's newest proposed method of psychological warfare against North Korea? According to Foreign Policy blogger Blake Hounshell, it's blasting music by all-girl pop groups into the demilitarized zone.
Sady DoyleC.L. Minouopines on Tiger Beatdown about "Mr. Soon-To-Be-Faceless-Cog-In-The-Matriarchy" Ross Douchehat's (whoops, excuse me, Douthat!) New York Times' Op-Ed piece on how feminism is over or something (or, "consolidated its gains"?!) because a bunch of conservative women won U.S. primary races.
On the Ms. Magazine blog, Ruth Rosen questions whether special "women's sections" like Salon's Broadsheet and Slate's Double X are good or bad for the success women's news.
Find something that piqued your interest this week? Leave it in the comments section!
Today, I conclude my comparative review of South Park and Family Guy. This is the last part of a four-part series (one, two, three for your convenience) called the Offensive Olympics. These shows are both notable for their propensity to rely on political shock value and the oppression of marginalized bodies to make their jokes, so I am investigating which is worse, and on which axis.
Dames on Frames: A Feminist Bike Zine is the first in a series of four zines that explore the relationship between feminism and bikes. When Claire Stoscheck was in Bogotá, Colombia — the city that is said to have the most extensive bike paths in the world — she realized that only around 1-2% of the bicycle commuters she saw on the streets were women. Stoscheck began to ask questions about Bogotá's gender gap in bicycle riding, which then led to questions about the relationships between gender and bikes when she went home to the Twin Cities.
June 28, 2010, is a Monday. It is also roughly a week after the summer solstice, so just as the days start getting shorter here in the northern hemisphere, the United States Senate will begin hearings to confirm Elena Kagan as the next Associate Justice of the Supreme Court. Sound the trumpets and flip the play button on a rousing Sousa march.
Elena KaganWait a minute—it's probably not going to transpire that way.
Hollywood seems to reserve a special hell for female actors who do not play nice, and the most enduring example–for me anyway–is Sean Young. Young's performance in the 1982 Ridley Scott sci-fi classic Blade Runner left an indelible impression on me as a teenager and even more so when I saw the first of many "director's cuts" theatrically.
This week's douchebag decree goes out to all of the douchebags who are responsible for the BP oil spill. Because there are so many filthy rich BP Oil Execs who have repeatedly displayed their lack of concern about how the spill is affecting the environment and its inhabitants, I've decided to honor a couple of them with this week's decree.