One of the web's longest running participatory art projects came to an end last week. For seven years, Learning To Love You More cataloged art "assignments" ranging from photographing strangers holding hands to acting out someone else's argument.
You know how sometimes you just fall into an emotion funk? Like, self-doubt and constant criticism are hiding behind every corner of your house, and only a good movie marathon or indulgent internet purchase seem to do the trick? I found myself in such a messy state over the weekend and was lucky enough to stumble across YOU ARE AMONG FRIENDS (rather than spending over $50 on etsy stress shopping).
So, Selena Roberts' Alex Rodriguez book, A-rod: The Many Lives of Alex Rodriguez, hit the shelves yesterday—earlier than its original release date, due to the jib-jab ratcheted up by the recent reportage on leaked bits of the book. I would be remiss in not mentioning A-rod, but, really…I don't want to read it. God, please don't make me read it.
OK, I'm gonna hafta read it.
Barbie was all over the Lakme Fashion Week in Mumbai this year. The doll celebrated its 50th Anniversary by sponsoring the event. At first I thought it was the company's obliviousness to irony that prompted the fashion show sponsorship, but then it all came together when I read this article last week.
I became pregnant, the first time, in October 1997. Starting in my earliest days of trying to conceive, I kept a stack of pregnancy-related books on my nightstand, and I read through them religiously several times a day, every day. Given all that, I'm sure I must have skimmed over the sobering statistic--an estimated 1/3 of pregnancies end in miscarriage--at least once during my pregnancy. But I don't recall it. Who had time for sober? I was heady with all things baby. When I eventually joined that sad 1/3 sorority nine weeks into my pregnancy, I really could have used a resource like Exhale magazine.
Sometimes people like to mention Bitch in their newspapers, blogs, and magazines. Be this coverage good, bad, or indifferent, we round it up and put it in a nice little package for you. (Maybe it's just our egos talking, but we like to think you enjoy it.) Check out the Bitch news in this round-up, starting with the exciting announcement that...
Bitch has been nominated for an Utne Reader Independent Press Award! That's right; we were nominated for the "General Excellence" category, and the winner will be announced next weekend. Keep your fingers crossed for us! The folks at Utne also flash copies of Bitch around a few times in this video (do you think they're trying to tell us that we're lowbrow?):
Lots of twelve-year olds are crazy about dinosaurs, and who can blame them? Dinosaurs are awesome. Rarely, however, does a twelve-year old come along who supports her entire family with her knowledge of dinosaurs, and then goes on to become one of the world's most influential fossil hunters. Mary Anning, the subject of this week's installment of Adventures in Feministory, did just that -- and more! Let's learn about her, shall we?
Born in 1799 in Lyme Regis on the Southern coast of England, Mary Anning started life off with a bang, literally. At fifteen months old, she was the sole survivor of a group of people that was struck by lightning. One of only two of her ten siblings that lived to maturity (yikes, England sucked in 1799), Anning took after her fossil-hunting father and was interested in dinosaurs beginning at a very young age. When he died in 1811 (see what I meant about England sucking back then?) twelve-year old Mary took over the Anning family bread-winning responsibilities by selling fossils she found in the cliffs near their home.
Did this plucky twelve-year old fossil hunter go on to discover the world's first full ichthyosaur and plesiosaur skeletons? Is she the subject of a famous tongue twister? The answers to these questions and more, after the jump!
Mother's Day is this Sunday, and while we're sure your mom can't wait to spend some quality time with you, one organization is hoping you'll
do a little more than shell out for brunch and a movie with your own
maternal unit. Bay Area microcharity Help a Mother Out was formed when
two local mothers — one of whom is former Bitch editor and eternal
Friend of Bitch Rachel Fudge — began hearing about the growing numbers
of homeless women and children in the state, and the difficulty of
women's centers and shelters in affording diapers and other hygiene
During the 1990s, while still in high school, Ariel Schrag produced a number of autobiographical comics — Awkward, about her freshman year, Definition, about her sophomore year, and Potential, about her junior year. The series started off as a relatively light, entertaining look at high school life — crushes, getting drunk, obsessing about bands, hanging out with friends. Over the course of the three books, however, Schrag dealt with more and more fraught material: her parent's divorce, her coming out, and finally her devastating relationship and break-up with her girlfriend, Sally.
Schrag finished the writing and drawing for Likewise, about her senior year, soon after she graduated from high school, but then college and life — including a stint writing for the L-word — intervened. She didn't complete the inking for another decade. The book was finally published by Touchstone this year. I spoke to Schrag about it on May 1.