Oh, the ever complex symbiotic relationship between celebrities and their corporate sponsors. Making each other money one handshake and photograph at a time. Yet all can go awry quite quickly in the fickle world of celebrity. Do something scandalous? It could cost you … a buttload.
It has been quite the few weeks for celebrities and brands: from Mountain Dew pulling Tyler The Creator’s racist commercia, to the Reebok CEO’s strange comments about Rick Ross, to Lil Wayne and his own problems with Mountain Dew. Nothing makes you apologize like the potential end of a deal. In honor of these rocky relationships, we dug through the list of tainted brand/celeb relationships. From fallen sports stars to non-role model supermodels, click through to see who else fell from the graces of corporate sponsorship.
Th anti-domestic violence campaign, “No More Abuse,” has been launched in the desert of women’s rights: Saudi Arabia. Saudi Arabia is not known for it draught of gender parity. Just last month it was considered a “victory” of sorts that women were allowed to ride bicycles. (Granted the privilege comes with a lengthy post script: in a full abaya, with a male relative present, in designated spaces.) Keep reading »
Ladies, rejoice! For once, politicians are actually expanding access to contraceptives — sort of! Following a recent court decision – Tummino v. Hamberg – mandating that the Food and Drug Administration expand access to the morning-after pill, the government agency did just that. Yesterday, the FDA announced two major changes to purchasing the emergency contraceptive:
- It has lowered the purchasing age to 15.
- It will be available on shelves instead of behind-the-counter. Keep reading »
Last night, a five-year-old girl died in a hospital in India from cardiac arrest, succumbing to wounds suffered when she was raped.
According to a hospital official, the child had been in a coma for over a week and suffered brain damage as a result of being smothered during the attack to stifle her cries. Two men have been arrested in conjunction with the assault. One allegedly lured her to a neighboring farm, and the other, a friend of her parents, raped her. Keep reading »
My phone blips. Another email. Given that I’m stuck at an un-jaywalkable intersection in the East Village, I pause to open it. It’s another reply to my sorority sister’s chain email. The subject line from 35 emails ago simply reads: “Interesting.” I’m immediately engrossed, missing the walking man and chance to cross the street.
Earlier this week, another email sent off to “sisters” surfaced on the internet. It has received hundreds of thousands of reads, an onslaught of comments and at least two well-known dramatic readings. Rebecca Martinson’s virulent, expletive-filled rant confirmed and probably strengthened everybody’s stereotype of Greek life.
Her email evoked many emotions. I was embarrassed for her and disgusted with the email. I was incredulous that she could send something like that to an entire chapter of girls that she pays dues to be a member of. (Also that she used email, when everybody knows can easily be forwarded or published.) I thought of my own past Greek Weeks with amusement. But mostly I recalled the intense and all-consuming nature of the Greek system — the politics, the rankings, the jockeying for connection to a certain fraternity, the endless events, the rivalry of shirts and styles. I remembered what it was like to care so much about the frivolity. Keep reading »