Production is underway for our next Buzz/Consumed podcast and it won't be complete without you! We are hungry for your celebrity nominees for the Bitch Living Fossil Hall of Fame, and your burning, embarrassing, or rando questions for oracle with the mostess, the Ask Your Cervix segment!
Also lined up are interviews with the women who run Kill Rock Stars, as well as the crushtastic Sarah Haskins, whose latest Target:Women on Barbie is out and making my belly shake.
To listen to our past podcasts and last Living Fossil and Ask Your Cervix segments, check out our Podcast page! Email [email protected] for Ask Your Cervix questions and [email protected] for Fossil nominees!
It's Friday, and you know what that means: Time for another edition of BitchTapes! Because Spring (crush season) is upon us, I figured I'd put together a mix of songs you can send to your crush(es). In the "Kelsey's Got A Crush on You" mix you'll find a song for almost every crush occasion and gender/orientation combination.
There's a song for a new crush, an old crush, an unwanted crush, a closeted gay crush, and even a crush who doesn't know you exist. Read about each track after the jump, and feel free to appropriate this mix for your own crushworthy purposes. (Make suggestions about additional crush songs, too!) By the end of the weekend, we'll all have our crushes eating out of the palms of our hands.
According to askmen.com, one way to subtly tell your female partner she's packed on a few too many lbs (you know, besides having a conversation with her about it) is to "Sabotage her chair" by removing some of the slats or screws. That way, when she sits down on the chair and it breaks, you can shame her into thinking it was because she's too fat! It's a win-win! (I am kidding.)
Read more about this Top 10 list (and learn more ways to subtly tell your lady that she's a "grumpy lard-ass") after the jump!
(Oh, and in case it was unclear, the image above is from the askmen.com piece. Thanks, guys!!!)
But in some respects Jerry has not gotten the credit he deserves. He's also a patronizing ableist who's successfully promoted out-dated, prejudicial attitudes about disability. In recognition of this noncomplishment, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences decided to give him an Oscar – for being a humanitarian.
As a disability rights activist, I'm sure Jerry considers me one of the "leeches. . . . Disabled people who are . . . bitter at the bad hand they've been dealt." Whatever. I've still gotta ask:
Who's worse? The douchebag who spews this stuff, or the Board of Douches that gave him an award for it?
While we have long been able to count on the folks at Glamour magazine to tell us things like, "What He's Thinking When You're Naked" or "How to Dress 10 Pounds Thinner" (two of today's most emailed articles), it appears that they would now like us to rely on them for feminist inspiration. However, I found the "American Icons" photo spread in the latest issue to be less inspiring than it was confusing and disappointing.
The spread consists of twelve up-and-coming young starlets dressed like feminist icons from the past seven decades (it is Glamour's 70th anniversary issue). You know, because it makes perfect sense for two out of four of the stars of "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" to portray some of the alleged most influential women in recent history, right? Weigh in with your thoughts on the photos themselves, the motivation behind them, and suggestions as to who you would have liked to see in the photo shoot, after the jump!
I first learned about the French conceptual artist Sophie Calle from a
friend who was dealing with a break-up. My friend and I both have
obsessive personalities, and she was finding it impossible to wrap her
mind around the end of her relationship. She was talking about trying
to channel her experience into art when she brought up Sophie's work.
I was fascinated by Sophie's ability to turn her personal obsessive
tendencies into powerful art exhibits that are soul baring without