So, I was tooling around the Interwebs the other day trying to find some old-school ladies' sports footage for that last blog piece, and I stumbled upon some pretty sweet YouTubery—the site is loaded with tons of amazing bits of video that relates to women and sports. I ended up spending the last two days hovered over my laptop trolling through dozens of old newsreels, current news bits, interviews, play-by-play excerpts, and pretty much everything else you could think of, and I found plenty of stuff to pass on, some of it inspiring, some of it totally depressing, but all of it fascinating.
So, kicking things off is the old newsreel obituary for the great Babe Didrikson, who may be the best female athlete to ever live. She died of cancer at the age of 42, after basically kicking ass her entire life. Here's how ESPN describes her:
The first to prove a girl could be a stud athlete, Babe Didrikson began as a muscular phenom who mastered many sports and ended as a brilliant golfer. An exuberant tomboy whose life was athletics, she was accomplished in just about every sport - basketball, track, golf, baseball, tennis, swimming, diving, boxing, volleyball, handball, bowling, billiards, skating and cycling. When asked if there was anything she didn't play, she said, "Yeah, dolls."
Americans love our fast food, and you know what we like most about it? It's not the trans fats, or the corporatization of farming, or even the ridiculous amount of waste the packaging generates (so if you guessed one of those, you're out of luck). Nope, our favorite thing about our favorite type of food is... offensive commercials! If it weren't, then why would EVERY f*ing fast food chain in the country advertise its plastic-y foods with a ridiculously offensive ad campaign?
So, in honor of America's apparent love of offensive fast food commercials, we're having (wait for it...) AN OFFENSIVE FAST FOOD COMMERCIAL SHOWDOWN! The contestants for this showdown include a date-rapey toaster oven, a Warrant-loving park pervert, and a booty-shaking creeper in a king mask. Four ads enter, one ad leaves! Which will reign supreme as the most offensive fast food commercial? YOU MAKE THE CALL! (Oh, and warning: These ads contain ads)
Our first contestant is an ad for Jack-in-the-Box smoothies:
I'm sorry, did that man in the bobble head just call menopausal women "street rat crazy"? WTF? More, after the jump!
I recently went to a screening of the film Handmade Nation at
Portland's excellent Museum of Contemporary Craft. And while the movie was good,
what really stayed with me was what I saw on my way to the screening
room. Seattle artist Mandy Greer's installation Dare alla Luce, which
closes next week, manages to combine macro and micro in the most
striking of ways: The installation comprises ropy tangles of fabric
that hang from the ceiling like primordial chandeliers, shimmering with
shells, beads, and buttons. Beaded orbs and stars hover between them,
and a huge black pelican holds court in the corner, its mouth spilling
streams of sparkling fabric onto the floor of the space. Getting up
close to the different parts of the installation, it's impossible not
to marvel at the intricacy of each one — what look like random masses
of fabric and yarn are carefully sewn, crocheted, beaded, and knotted.
If you haven't checked out the Midwest Teen Sex Show yet, it's not too late. When it comes to frank yet funny sex talk, this video cast is so good it almost makes me wish I was a clueless, awkward teen again (Say it with me now, "♪ Allllllll-most! ♪"). Read on for more about this awesome web show and where it's headed!
If you've been hearing strains of Ray Parker, Jr. coming from your entertainment news lately, it's not just Slimer playing tricks on you. Ghostbusters 3 is going to begin filming this winter!
Now, you're probably thinking either, "I ain't afraid of no ghosts" or, "WTF does this have to do with a feminist response to pop culture?". Well, first of all you probably should be afraid of ghosts because they are dangerous, and second, here is a quote from the Entertainment Weekly piece on the new film:
Aykroyd told the Times that he envisions a new five-person team of ghost hunters that could even include several women.
Women busting ghosts? Certainly there is a feminist response to be had here. Let's talk about which women we'd like to see wearing those new proton packs, after the jump!
Perhaps I am slow on the uptake, but I was just recently exposed to The A.V. Club's resident sassypants The Hater, who splits sides on topics ranging from French's mustard commercials to the Jamie Foxx v. Miley Cyrus fiasco. Today, however, she tackled the most bizarre gendering of the most random board game I have ever witnessed (perhaps because I cannot think of anything that rivals its randomness): the new pink Quija board! Not only is it pink, signifying it is indeed made for the ladies, but it comes with questions because, as Gillette points out, "Thinking up questions about your own life to ask the dead is hard!" Quite frankly, I am not sure why Hasbro chose this particular moment in time to decide that genderized Quija boards were the way to go. I grew up playing what I can now only assume is the masculine version of the game, and I turned out okay. Gillette does a smashing job of explaining just exactly why the pink version is better for girls. Read the full story here, and for the love of God, Amelie, keep up the good work.