Stoneybrook, Connecticut, may have been an idyllic town where The Baby-Sitter’s Club giggled about boys, doodled horses, and played hopscotch with kids, but Ann M. Martin’s wholesome characters sometimes found themselves in some tricky situations. The series would go on to have spin-offs like The California Diaries that dealt with more mature themes head-on and without tidy resolutions, but there was nothing quite like the original series, that handled such issues with kid gloves and high-minded morals.
Here’s a list of the best moments where the PG-rated sitters verged into some PG-13 (-ish) territory. Mallory fans: you may need to sit this one out. Keep reading »
Activities are wonderful, but sometimes, it’s fine to want to shut the world out for a couple of days, and make some serious time for you. Don’t be afraid of FOMO, either. There will always be another party, another pub crawl, another picnic. The time you’ll spend indulging in the things you want to do, alone, are well worth it. Here’s a handy list of awesome things to do this weekend!
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“I was having a conversation, in French, with a colleague while this young woman was doing this interview. So these were very much tossed-off remarks. … [T]his is a young woman who kind of wanted to make a little name for herself, or something, because when I said ‘real heterosexual guys’ I’m talking about Scott Fitzgerald [and] Scott Fitzgerald was not what you’d call a real guy’s guy, a real heterosexual guy. Part of Scott Fitzgerald’s charm is in his feminine sensibility. But then this noise happened. … Quite frankly, I was speaking to a Frenchman, so I was more concerned with my French than I was with what I was saying to this young woman.”
Are you following this? Professor David Gilmour of the University of Toronto isn’t sexist for refusing to teach women writers in his classes (except for one short story by Virginia Woolf) — you see, he was just busy speaking in French to someone else. It’s so hard to not be sexist and speak French at the same time. Also, the female journalist who printed the words that came out of his mouth is just trying to “make a little name” for herself. Also-also, women writers still aren’t very good at writing, but F. Scott Fitzgerald has a “feminine sensibility” so he’s still OK as the type of “serious heterosexual guys” that Gilmour will only teach. Cool story, bro. [National Post]
Wondering which wine pairs well with your favorite S&M love story? Look no further than Fifty Shades of Grey wine, presented by none other than author/oenophile E.L. James herself. The wine comes in two vague-but-sexy-sounding varieties: “red satin” and “white silk.” Here’s what E.L. James has to say on the official Fifty Shades Wine website:
“Wine plays an important role in Fifty Shades of Grey, reflecting the sensuality that pervades every encounter between Anastasia and Christian. I’ve always had a penchant for good wine, so helping to create the blends Red Satin and White Silk felt like a natural extension of the Fifty Shades Trilogy. I hope all of you curl up with a glass to savor the romance and the passion.”
A bottle of official Fifty Shades wine will set you back $18, but if you already blew your Christian Grey-inspired merchandise budget on a pair of rhinestone handcuffs, don’t worry, you can always print out a picture of the book cover and tape it to a bottle of Trader Joe’s Two Buck Chuck. I guarantee it will produce the same effect. [ShortList]
“I’m not interested in teaching books by women. Virginia Woolf is the only writer that interests me as a woman writer, so I do teach one of her short stories. But once again, when I was given this job I said I would only teach the people that I truly, truly love. Unfortunately, none of those happen to be Chinese, or women. Except for Virginia Woolf. And when I tried to teach Virginia Woolf, she’s too sophisticated, even for a third-year class. Usually at the beginning of the semester a hand shoots up and someone asks why there aren’t any women writers in the course. I say I don’t love women writers enough to teach them, if you want women writers go down the hall. What I teach is guys. Serious heterosexual guys. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Chekhov, Tolstoy. Real guy-guys. Henry Miller. Philip Roth.”
This is Professor David Gilmour of the University of Toronto, who is interviewed today in a column called “Shelf Esteem” by Random House Canada. No foofy lady writers with their weight gain battles, dying children and Red Rooms Of Pain on these esteemed shelves! Gilmour is only interested teaching his students in the greats, who of course, have a big dick swinging between their legs, which helps them write. The only “woman writer” who even approaches the dickitude David Gilmour needs in his writers is Virginia Woolf. And if you’ve got a problem that, you can go cry about it in the women’s studies department down the hall. (Also, no Chinese???)
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If I wanted advice on how to have a successful marriage, I would not personally turn to “Real Housewife of New Jersey” Melissa Gorga, who is married to Teresa Giudice’s brother Joe. But apparently others would, as Melissa is the author of a new relationship advice book called Love Italian Style. Jezebel got their hands on a copy and report that it’s essentially a guide to submitting to your husband’s every whim, including sexually, to keep him happy, regardless of your own needs and desires. If you’ve watched “The Real Housewives of New Jersey,” you’re familiar with Joe Gorga’s sex drive, which seems to be a talking point on nearly every episode. Melissa’s book reveals how she keeps her husband sexually satisfied and advises other women to follow her lead. The jist? ”Husbands want their wives to submit; wives want our husbands to dominate.” Oh, do continue with the generalizations, Melissa! Keep reading »
Activities are wonderful, but sometimes, it’s fine to want to shut the world out for a couple of days, and make some serious time for you. Don’t be afraid of FOMO, either. There will always be another party, another pub crawl, another picnic. The time you’ll spend indulging in the things you want to do, alone, are well worth it. Here’s a handy list of awesome things to do this weekend! Keep reading »
Will the “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie be Rated R or Rated Pg-13? Yes, the studio has said they want to stay faithful to the books. The director has said the film will contain the essence of the story. But what does an R-rating truly mean to box office returns?
As we’ve seen from films like The Matrix, The Terminator, and even recent comedies, an R-rating is not the kiss of death. BUT – and this is a big but – when the films are based on a romantic, sex-driven narrative that appeals primarily to older women, it might mean differently. Or does it? Read more at Celeb Dirty Laundry…
At the beginning of the summer, Queens Library Children’s Librarian Susan Scatena came up with a unique way to encourage local kids to participate in her summer reading program: if 300 kids signed up and read at least 4,000 books, she would read a story to an alligator. The wacky challenge was alluring enough to make the program a smashing success, with 344 kids enrolled and 4,595 books read. This week, Scatena made good on her promise, reading There’s An Alligator Under My Bed aloud to a 5-foot alligator named Wally while hundreds of delighted kids watched. This isn’t the first time Scatena has used a crazy dare to get kids to read. Past summer reading challenges have included sitting in a tub of jello, kissing a rabbit, and snuggling with a python. The best part? She’s had to make good on every single promise, because her summer reading programs always hit their goals. [School Library Journal]
The other day, I was strolling around my neighborhood when I came upon the guy who sells, amongst other things, used books at a table set up on the sidewalk. I see him all the time and he’s always got a truly random hodgepodge of books — tattered copies of various chick lit classics, old cookbooks, and Oprah book club picks. This time, though, there was a familiar cover that caught my eye. Woman’s Body: An Owner’s Manual is a health and body book that my parents gave me when I was on the cusp of puberty. I remember it well, not because I read it from cover to cover at any point, but because there were a few choice sections that had a profound impact on my burgeoning sexuality. Basically, this was the book that taught me how to masturbate and provided me with the initial information I needed (i.e. how people have sex) to construct a hot (enough) fantasy to think about while humping a pillow on my bunk bed. Keep reading »