I find the holidays generally pretty depressing, but oddly enough, I LOVE Christmas music. Like, I could listen to it year round. Nothing lifts my spirits like the opening bars of “Jingle Bell Rock” and “Silent Night.” Reese Witherspoon is also a fan of Christmas carols, so she agreed to sing “Silent Night” on “The Tonight Show” — only the lyrics had been changed to random and wonky phrases. The “Wild” actress actually has a decent set of pipes — remember her singing as June Carter Cash in “Walk The Line”? — but the sudden change in lyrics proved to be a bit of struggle. It’s okay, you don’t need to sing in tune to get into the holiday spirit.
A lawsuit filed in California court alleges that real estate database Zillow subjects its female employees to an environment of near-constant harassment and “sexual torture,” in which women are sexually solicited by their coworkers, ranked based on their breast size and fired for complaining about it. Ugh. Keep reading »
“I think the big thing about feminism is that it scares men because, you know—the big deal is that people are scared of being controlled…I want to be clear that feminism is not saying ‘women are better than men.’ That’s not what’s going on … What it is is that we’re talking about gender equality, true gender equality …b ut the problem is that men have always felt like they’re more valuable … I have been that guy where I felt I was more valuable than my wife and kids.”
I’m not a football fan and I don’t watch”Brooklyn 99″ so while I recognize Terry Crews’ face, I am wholly unfamiliar with his work as an athlete and actor. But after watching this interview with Crews (above), I’m psyched to learn more, especially about his recent foray into gender criticism. Crews has written a book called Manhood: How to Be A Better Man — Or Just Live With One, and participated in the recent “What Makes A Man 2014: Maps to Manhood” conference, showing just how easy it is for men to support feminist ideals without taking over and dominating feminist spaces. Check out a few more choice quotes from Crews’ interview after the jump! Keep reading »
Back when I was plotting a move to Los Angeles, one of my biggest concerns was figuring out how I would transport my dog Lucca to the West Coast. I am flat-out opposed to ever putting her in cargo, she’s just slightly too big to fit in a carrier that goes underneath the seat and roadtripping across the country would require time away from work I couldn’t take. So, I did some research and discovered that some airlines are amenable to people flying with “emotional support animals” that are not required to be in carriers, so long as the animal is registered and you have the proper documentation (which includes a letter from a doctor/therapist/psychiatrist asserting that the handler has a condition that the emotional support animal helps them cope with). I registered Lucca online, paid for her ID card and official-looking red vest and spoke to my psychiatrist about providing me with a letter — that I ended up not needing, since I decided to stay in New York — that attested to the fact that I have a mental condition (anxiety) and that having Lucca with me while I travel is essential to me being okay. This is of course not totally true. I mean, when I’m having an anxiety attack, Lucca does calm me — but so does Lexapro. I also am not a nervous flyer, though I would be a wreck if Lucca was stuck in cargo for six hours. “Emotional support animals” are basically lower-tiered service animals (lower even than therapy animals, which go to hospitals to visit with sick kids, for example) and the “rights” afforded to them and handlers like me — basically, the right to go where animals are not usually allowed — come from essentially taking advantage of a loophole in the Americans with Disabilities Act. (That’s especially true if you’re fudging about actually needing an ESA in the first place.) It’s neither legal nor illegal, and I, like an increasing number of other pet owners, considered it the best option for getting my small, well-behaved, adorable dog across the country, just this one time. After all, it’s not like I was trying to fly with a howling, pooping pig, you know?
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