Happy All Hallow's Eve Eve! Here is a video from The Onion to get you in the spirit. Warning: It paints a pretty stereotypical portrait of "effeminate" boys, but more than that it parodies parents' fear that their sons aren't (gasp!) manly enough:
It's Halloween, and even though we all know that the holiday is mainly about a.) dressing up in lingerie and some kind of animal ears and b.) candy, it's important not to lose sight of the fact that it's also an excuse to bust out some truly chilling tunes -- songs that aren't Halloween-themed so much as they are sincerely creepy. My picks are mostly classic-rock selections that I heard for the first time as a kid and have since had visceral, chilling reactions to. Share your own spooky playlists in the comments!
We started the Leadership Council as a way to engage and involve young people in Bitch Media and feminism--a group of people currently not as involved as many of our readers and followers, but crucial for the survival of our organization and the movement. As we continue to grow and expand our programming, the Leadership Council members will play a crucial role as fundraisers, community liaisons, spokespeople, and more. The Leadership Council is a program of Bitch Media, which publishes Bitch magazine, and one of a variety of ways fans and supporters can be involved in the future of this organization.
Leadership Council members are approximately between the ages of 17 and 25, actively involved in their communities, well-versed in both old- and new-school forms of social networking, and--above all--looking to bring their unique passions and skills to furthering the work of Bitch Media. If you fit the bill--or know someone who does--read more! Applications are due Dec. 1.
Fans of Bravo's Top Chef this season know there's been one "cheftestant" that everyone with a remote control and an appetite for snarkiness loooves to hate: Douche de la SemaineMike Isabella. And what's not to hate? Mike I. (not to be confused with Mike V., who is slightly less hate-able) is arrogant, sexist, annoying, loud-mouthed, and just not that funny. So, not to be left off of the "Mike Isabella is a Giant Ass" train, I am awarding him this week's Douchebag Decree.
Congratulations! You're a winner!
Read on for more, but beware: Spoiler (and Douche) Alert!
Irene Vilar's extraordinary and incendiary new memoir, Impossible Motherhood: Testimony of an Abortion Addict, is a potential launching pad for a discussion about abortion that is more personal than political. Having terminated fifteen pregnancies in sixteen years, Vilar turns her experiences into a reminder that the complexity of abortion extends beyond the scientific and political arenas.