Palestinian filmmaker and poet Annemarie Jacir turned to her homeland to make her first feature-length film about a working class Palestinian American woman who struggles with the country's tumultuous past and present, and makes a decision that will change her life.
Nevermind the amazing ways President Obama has elevated women and girls, worked to overturn the ban on funding for groups that provide abortions and overall improve the condition of women in our society in his first 100 days. Let's mark this milestone in his administration by objectifying 100 Hot Babes! Coed Magazine (oh there is SO much douche here!) celebrated yesterday with a photo spread, stating "whether or not you think Obama's first 100 days has been a success, there's one thing we can all agree on - super hot chicks!" Douchey and bad at grammar, both of which constitute Coed Magazine as this week's douchiest! The article says,"There's been a few ups, a few downs and a whole hell of a lot of people acting like total douchebags". You betcha, Coed Magazine. I'd say with that comment, they had it comin'.
Oh AskMen.com, you harbinger of antiquated sex values, you never disappoint in your oblivious celebration of the most backwards of relationship advice and unadulterated ignorance.
"Stacy Jones" wrote to AskMen.com's relationship misogynist columnist Curt Smith wondering why handsome Daniel never called her back after she 'fessed up to having slept with 43 men. Shockingly, Curt's advice wasn't "Stacy, you're better off without some douchebag who responds by saying 'Hmm, one for each of my birthdays,' and then turns over to pretend to read the Money section of USA Today."
Instead, Curt gave Stacy the low-down on something she should have realized a long time ago: Women who have lots of sex have a Problem with a capital P that will forever keep them from true love, and it's called PROMISCUITY.
In a show of humorous feminist triumph, a group of South Korean women organized the eleventh annual Anti-Miss Korea Festival to celebrate the seventh anniversary of the death of the beauty pageant in South Korea...
Last month I watched German electronic band Mouse on Mars light the crowd on fire at Soho, a posh nightclub in Kolkata, India. A hundred desi girls and boys bounced awkwardly around the tiny dance floor—beer in one hand, cigarette in the other—as the experimental techno screaming from the speakers deafened everyone temporarily. This is not the India you see in Bollywood movies.
Seeing as their last full-length Mountain Battles took six years to come out (when you gotta tour with the Pixies, you gotta tour with the Pixies), it's nice to see the Breeders aren't slowing down any time soon! Fate to Fatal, the four track vinyl, is limited edition, so get your listening on in while the listening's good! Read on for a mini review, the title-track's video, and Kim and Kelley Deal in the (non-recording) studio!
Last night I had the distinct pleasure of watching my Dallas Mavericks polish off the San Antonio Spurs in Round One of the Western Conference playoffs. The Mavs won the best-of-seven series pretty decisively, this last game on the strength of the performance of their star player, Dirk Nowitzki.
The leaders of the [women's suffrage] movement trembled on seeing a tall, gaunt black woman in a gray dress and white turban, surmounted with an uncouth sunbonnet, march deliberately into the church, walk with the air of a queen up the aisle, and take her seat upon the pulpit steps. A buzz of disapprobation was heard all over the house, and there fell on the listening ear, 'An abolition affair!" "Woman's rights and niggers!""I told you so!" "Go it, darkey!" . . Again and again, timorous and trembling ones came to me and said, with earnestness, "Don't let her speak, Mrs. Gage, it will ruin us. Every newspaper in the land will have our cause mixed up with abolition and niggers, and we shall be utterly denounced." My only answer was, "We shall see when the time comes."
--First-wave feminist Frances Gage, reflecting on the occasion of Sojourner Truth's "Ain't I a Woman?" speech