Just now, as I was walking to get lunch, I spied a guy with a beautiful huge husky dog walking down 5th Avenue. Because I’m a total dog perv, I was checking the pup out, and then I looked up at the guy, and realized he was wearing what I thought was a Hello Kitty shirt. How cute, I thought. But then I looked closer: It said “Hello Titty.” And no, this guy wasn’t some overgrown frat boy just out of high school — this was a solidly middle-aged man, wearing a ridiculous Hello Kitty parody shirt. This is fucked up for a number of reasons — the fact that Hello Kitty is fairly well marketed to young girls and women, to start. But also? This guy should be ashamed of wearing something so ridiculously sexist and inappropriate in public (and also, not very clever). So yes, feminism, meet (one of) your (many) reasons to exist.
The other day, I watched “Fela Kuti: Music Is The Weapon,” a 1980s’ documentary about Nigerian musician and activist Fela Kuti. Kuti’s life has been turned into a hit Broadway play called Fela (see it if you can), and his songs of revolution, strife and struggles of everyday life in Nigeria still resonate today. “Music Is The Weapon” chronicles Kuti’s 1983 failed run for president of Nigeria, and the intimidation and torture he and his family endured at the hands of police. Kuti’s family was rather, um, nontraditional; in the ’70s, he married 27 women — members of his extended band and dancers for his performances — in one large Yoruba ceremony. He called them his “queens,” and apparently he only kept 12 wives on tap in his commune (dubbed the Kalakuta Republic) at any given time, rotating them in and out of matrimonial service. After police pressure on the Kuti compound increased, many of his wives deserted him.
After a stint in prison in 1985 he divorced all of his wives, claiming that he no longer believed in marriage. The women featured in “Music Is The Weapon” were some of Kuti’s closest companions and advisers, the mothers of his children and followers of his belief in radical change for Nigeria. They also had incredible style — as these shots of the women in full performance makeup — prove.
If you think dating is complicated now, wait until you see how frigging confusing dating in the Victorian era was. Sure, there were all the constricting social rules and mores that dictated how one was supposed to behave. But there was also an esoterically complicated thing called “Handkerchief Code.” Check out the must-know hankie rules after the jump!
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You’re having a case of the Mondays? Us too. Let’s not even talk about the viperous crapitude that is the MTA. Instead, let’s remedy our overall Monday sourness with a pic of this just-born baby Sumatran tiger cub. How rad is he? I could look into those baby blues all day.
Born at the Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium in Tacoma, Washington, this little guy is just five weeks old. [Zooborns]
“I always come up with a secret for my characters, something that I know that I don’t tell the cast or the crew or the writers, just so that it keeps the character personal and closer to me than anyone else — and that was part of it. It wasn’t necessarily that Deb had a crush on her brother, but it was that there was a pull to him that she may be embarrassed by. Maybe that’s something that the writers picked up on through the years, I’m not sure.”
– “Dexter” actress Jennifer Carpenter on the strange relationship between her character Deb and Dexter. This is the show’s
final second to last season — is anybody still watching? What do you think of their weird character arc? [NYMag,com]