“The statements I made and repeated online and elsewhere over the past six months accusing Conor Oberst of raping me are 100 percent false. I made up those lies about him to get attention while I was going through a difficult period in my life and trying to cope with my son’s illness. I publicly retract my statements about Conor Oberst, and sincerely apologize to him, his family, and his fans for writing such awful things about him. I realize that my actions were wrong and could undermine the claims of actual sexual assault victims and for that I also apologize. I’m truly sorry for all the pain that I caused.”
This is a statement released by Joanie Faircloth, a North Carolina woman who last year, in the comments section of an xoJane article, accused Bright Eyes singer Conor Oberst of raping her when she was 16. (The comments have since been deleted.) Oberst has always denied the allegations; in February, he sued Faircloth for libel. According to the statement, she contacted Oberst’s lawyers today with this notarized recant. Well, shit. [SPIN] [Photo: Getty]
It has the elements of so many sexual assault allegations before it: fraternity members, a lot of alcohol, football players, freshman girls. And like too many other stories about sexual assault, this one also includes a university that failed a sexual assault victim and allowed campus rapists to get off scot-free.
This weekend, The New York Times published a gut-punch of a piece (on their front page, in fact) about a young woman called Anna who is a student at Hobart & William Smith, a college in upstate New York. During her first few weeks of college, Anna was sexually assaulted while drunk by several football players on the night of a frat party. After Anna sent texts that she was afraid, a friend found her drunkenly bent over a pool table, face down, surrounded by six or seven football players, including one right behind her who had his pants down. Keep reading »
Fox News’ new show “Outnumbered” pits four female anchorbabes up against one male guest. The premise? Gender wars! Fun! On Friday, the male guest, (unscrupulous) Fox Business contributor Charles Payne, wore a cute little accessory on air to signal his disdain for the opposite sex: cufflinks depicting a caveman with a club, dragging a woman behind him by her hair. Yes, really, he actually wore cufflinks depicting caveman domestic violence — he said so himself! You couldn’t make this shit up. [YouTube via MediaMatters]
Choupette, the fluffy, gorgeous princess kept by Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld, is getting her own coffee table book and a makeup line. And why shouldn’t she? There are more than enough photos of Choupette to fill the 128-page Choupette: The Private Life Of A High-Flying Fashion Cat, which will include advice from her personal vet and her “favorite maid” — one of two, d’accord. We’ll have to wait until September 15 for her (ghostwriter’s) take on beauty, healthcare, fashion tips, “secret loves and pet hates.” And then we have to wait until the holidays, when the makeup brand Shu Uemura will debut a “Shupette” makeup line under their Shupette by Karl Lagerfeld for Shu Uemura label. Daddy Lagerfeld has, of course, photographed Choupette for the campaign. All we know to expect are furry false eyelashes and perhaps some blue eyeshadow — blue being the color of lovely Choupette’s eyes. This might just be the first ever major fashion campaign fronted by someone’s pet … although considering she has already modeled for V alongside Laetitia Casta, Choupette is not just any feline. [Telegraph UK; Women's Wear Daily] [Photo: Instagram.com/KarlLagerfeld]
I haven’t been following the Australian swimming community’s sexual abuse scandal. I only feel like I have been. That’s because these sorts of heartbreaking stories are so goddamned familiar: a coach is accused of sexually abusing the young charges under his tutelage and with whom he has shared lots of private time, often far from home.
In Australia’s case, several coaches were accused of sexual abuse of both male and female swimmers between the ages of 11 and 16. One coach is Scott Volkers, who is accused of child sexual abuse by three now-adult women. Volkers is accused, among other things, of rubbing the genitalia of a 13-year-old girl and groping the girls’ breasts; he has long claimed his innocence. Charges were dropped against Volkers in 2002 because accusations could not be proven “beyond a reasonable doubt.” Two years later, in 2004, prosecutor Margaret Cunneen advised against recharging him.
Currently, Australia is holding an investigation (called a “royal commission”) focusing on the country’s institutional response, including whether Cunneen’s advice not to recharge him was appropriate. At the time, Cunneen showed skepticism that the abuse could be prosecuted. Which, as a lawyer, is her job to prove. However, what Cunneen said about it all was pretty offensive to these victims. Cunneen said it could all be seen as “trivial … almost fanciful” and it would be difficult to prosecute Volkers for molestation because his victim may not have developed breasts yet. “It is legitimate to consider whether 12-year-old swimmers even had breasts,” she said. Keep reading »
Call me a bad feminist, but I have no desire to see what my cervix looks like. I will take Amelia and her gynecologist’s word for it that my womanhood is a beautiful, flowering rose. So, too, am I uninterested in the Skavkom Gaga Intimate Camera, an endoscopic vibrator that films the inside of your vagina so you can watch it on your computer via a USB port. As put by this NSFW gay porn site, “The innovative design of endoscope allows you to inspect women’s bodies as if you were a gynecologist. The hidden searchlight enables you to explore the most secret place of a woman’s body.”
I’m not entirely sure that this isn’t completely fake, because 1) WHY? and 2) the English in this video was translated by drunk and high Balki Bartokomous. This is a “sex toy” for sick fucks who get off on pretending to be gynecologists and use phrases like “the most secret place of a woman’s body” to describe the vag. Ick ick ick. NOPE. [Huffington Post]