In Mumbai and Delhi, several fashion designers are making their radical politics known on the runway, and in fashion capital New York City, one Indian woman is drawing attention to the need for quality education for children living in the slums of her homeland with one little black dress.
As a result, I've been thinking about women and food in film and have come up with a short list of women preparing and/or enjoying food on screen. Some of these I've seen, and some I haven't, but here's a delicious sampling to whet your appetites!
"Rave On" is the Page Turner series that asks feminist writers, artists, musicians, activists, leaders, and scholars to talk about a book that completely rocked their world. Today we feature filmmaker Therese Shechter, creator of the documentary I Was a Teenage Feminist, on Woman: An Intimate Geography, by Natalie Angier.
My feminist inspiration came from an unlikely place: the world of science. Natalie Angier's book Woman: An Intimate Geography is all about women's bodies—from the smallest component, the single-celled egg, to great big concepts, like female sexual desire.
Angier describes what she does as "liberation biology," mixing hard science, personal stories, and sharp analysis of so-called conventional wisdom in a totally readable style. She wants us to love our bodies—but not in an Oprah way. She wants us to be exhilarated by our XX chromosomes and all that comes with them. Her question is simply, What makes a woman? The answer is a revelation.
I came across the book in an airport bookstore at an especially rough time in my life. I had just left a lucrative job in Chicago journalism to try my luck at being a filmmaker in New York. Approaching 40, single, childless, insecure in a challenging new career, alone in a new city, not exactly looking like a supermodel, I felt totally unmoored. It felt like everything about me was wrong.
One swift glance at the People of WalMart blog and I've got all the fodder I need to write this post. It's almost too easy to critique it. This site is an example of what happens when people fail to have class consciousness, folks.
Hold on to your hats feminizts, because I Can Has Feminizm? is back! I may have let a few LOLz haters get in the way of my providing animal-and-feminism-based laughs these past few weeks, but no more! LOLz are back by popular demand and the first one this weekend comes to us from a Bitch reader and her, well, bitch. Check it out:
How cute! And it's nice to see that the Consumed Issue is a hit with the canine set.
Our next kitteh is responding to the Grrrl on Film post from earlier this week about Disney's purchase of Marvel comics and what that might mean for girls who are hoping for a woman superhero to make it to the big screen one of these days:
We're right there with you, cat friend! Do you think she's got her paws crossed for a silver screen adaptation of Kitty Pryde or what?
And just in case you forgot that gender norms can affect our animal friends as well as us humans:
Srsly, look at that girl forcing her cat to wear a pink apron! It's like The Feminine Mystique was never even published or something.
Have a good weekend everyone, and enjoy the LOLz! Don't forget that you can make your own feminizt LOLz by visiting the I Can Has Cheezburger? LOLbuilder and sending your creations to us here.
For those of you enjoying your Labor Day weekend with some end-of-summer sexytime, gather 'round. We'll visit--and bitch about--Glamour's "helpful" article that promises "6 ways to turn your summer fling into the real thing."
Be forewarned: some of the stuff I fling will not be Glamour-approved.
I read a lot, and in my perusal of the Interweb today I came across several international television commercials that had me wrinkling my nose, furrowing my brow, and rolling my eyes. I'm not easily offended, and really, I'm not sure it's a feeling of offense that has me writing this post. It is more a response to my disappointment with the lack of creativity on the part of advertisers, feeling of boredom with their attempts at sensationalism, and surprise at the lack of sensitivity regarding a recent act of terrorism that has had global repercussions.
Calling all funny feminists! We are in possession of not one but FIVE copies of Randa Jarrar's fabulous book A Map of Home (reviewed in the Buzz issue) and we're jonesin' to give them away! And guess what? All you need to do to obtain a copy of this red-hot prize is enter the Bitch Magazine Feminist Joke Contest!
Look! The book wants you to enter and win!
So give us your best feminist joke in the comments section and this book (and all the fame and glory that goes with it) could be yours! The winners will be selected in one week. So what are you waiting for? Get joking!
Let's face it. Male musicians (and some female ones) have been writing songs about their female muses ever since the first teenybopper swooned for some nerd holding a guitar. The girl's-name-for-a-title song is an important part of the pop music aesthetic, and one that I personally love. A song that is a straight-up ode to a woman I'll never meet has always held a certain mystique for me, as it lets me speculate about who she is and what her relationship with the musician is really like. So today I bring you nine songs written about nine ladies: The I Call Your Name BitchTapes.