Wow, Burger King did it. I was sure Carl's Junior had this in the bag, but no. Burger King has actually succeeded in airing the most sexist fast food commercial of all time. I'm talking, of course, about the ad for BK Burger Shots.
Where do I even begin? Let's start with the idea that women are so baby-obsessed that they think everything small is a baby. Which leads us to the even weirder idea that when women think they are in the presence of a baby, they make orgasm sounds and want to do whoever is holding said baby/small thing/BK burger shot. But what offends me most is the assumption that hamburgers are so alien to women that they don't even know you're supposed to eat them.
I know that I posted a get-ready-for-tomorrow's-Douchebag-Decree-by-reading-about-another-douchebag piece last week, but this week finds me with yet another d-bag on the brain (or rather, the YouTube channel). Enter Asher Roth and his music video "I Love College."
Although this video is full of weird college/frat/gender stereotypes and cheesy lyrics about partying, for some reason I can't stop watching it. (It might be the uber-collegiate sample of Weezer's "Say It Ain't So" that plays throughout.) Is this video a postmodern parody of a hypermasculine, idealized version of the college experience? Or is Asher Roth just another creeper who is one beer-pong championship away from sexually assaulting someone? And either way, why is it so weirdly compelling? Watch the video and make the call, after the jump!
Tracy + The Plastics is a one-woman performance art music project that spanned from 1999 to 2006. Its sole driving force, Wynne Greenwood, dreamt up the premise for the project from a murder mystery movie she was writing, and it morphed into a seven year exploration of feminist, queer and political issues using low budget video and simple yet pulsing electronica. Read (and listen! and watch!) more after the jump..
When Bitch released our Loud issue way back in September, our Pop Culture Debate Club at our local feminist bookstore and community center (slash last-standing feminist non-profit outpost!) In Other Words had chips and salsa, small dogs, and no lack of heated debate....over who was the greatest female rocker OF ALL TIME.
While no one can say Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders isn't a total bad-ass, an unlikely argument was made for one Mariah Carey as the ultimate lady rocker and would you believe me if I said I wasn't just a little convinced? Chelsea Morrisey made the claim, and is on her way to rockstardom herself as a founding member and frontwoman of the emerging Portland band Dirty Mittens,who I had the chance to see the other night! MP3s and more after the jump!
I just wanted to share that one of our super talented contributors, Jennifer Cruté (who appeared in the Dark Confession comics feature of the Noir Issue), features heavily in this lovely short documentary, KAPOW! The New Comic Book Heroines. Unfortunately, Current.com won't allow embedding of video, so just click on the still to view!
The groundswell of support that Angela Davis received after her
wrongful imprisonment in 1970 (based on trumped up murder charges in connection
with the Black Panthers' attempt to free three black prisoners from a
correctional facility in Soledad, California) was enough to get her
acquitted 18 months later by an all-white jury. The involvement of her
close friend Bettina Aptheker in particular is an awesome story of
sisterhood and solidarity, and is the focus of this week's Adventures
On Monday night, Kanye West will be the featured performer on VH1's Storytellers, the show that gets songwriters to perform in an intimate setting, in the hopes that they will open up to the audience and explain a bit about their creative process, or whatever else might be on their mind. For anyone acquainted with Kanye (who happens to write the most prolific celebrity blog on the web), you know you don't need much to get him talking. The results are always uncensored and frequently entertaining. But what you won't see on the show are a few choice comments that ended up on the cutting room floor, one or two in particular that should give any feminist pause. Read more after the jump.