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We here on the Internet aren’t really in a position to judge readers of romance novels. Sure, people stereotype the books as wish-fulfillment fantasies for housewives dreaming of muscle-bound doctor-sheik-Navy-SEAL-Vikings, but at least they’re less weird than the crazy stuff you’ll find online. For the most part, that is. Look a bit deeper into the romance genre and you’ll find all sorts of stories about…
#5. The Amish. Many of us look at the technology-free Amish with longing, thinking of simpler times in the past when we didn’t feel so anxious about all the movies we have to get through in our instant queue. There’s also, however, a subgroup of readers who look at people in straw hats and suspenders and think, Boy, I sure want to have sex with that. The Amish generally don’t believe in lawsuits, but we are sure that they are willing to make an exception here for restraining orders. Read more…
Between The Hunger Games, Twilight, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, etc. etc., it seems that of late the publishing industry has more sway in Hollywood than ever before. (I could go on about the perception that the film industry is “creatively bankrupt,” but that, dear readers, is another story and shall be told another time.) This recent glut of book adaptations has led The Hollywood Reporter to create its first list of Hollywood’s 25 Most Powerful Authors. Included on the list are eight female authors: EL James (#4), Suzanne Collins (#5),Stephenie Meyer (#10), J.K. Rowling (#11), Charlaine Harris (#14), Laura Hillenbrand(#19), Candace Bushnell (#21), and Gillian Flynn (#22).
Yeah, I can see you gritting your teeth at Stephenie Meyer being included above J.K. Rowling. Stop it.
We need to talk about Twilight hate. Read more…
I’m going to talk about my trip again. Hate me yet? Anyhow, I had a four hour layover at the Dublin airport on my way home from Paris. I was tired and bored, so I spent all my time shopping in their mall. They have a mall! In the middle of the airport! There was a Jo Malone store there.
I’ve talked before about the many ways Fifty Shades of Grey is ruining in the world. In a bookstore, at the Dublin airport mall, I discovered yet another: publishers are falling all over themselves to release as many Fifty Shades rip-offs as possible before no one cares anymore.
The formula for these books were the same for the most part; either a similar title (one involving a number and a color), and/or a cover art in the style of Fifty Shades. The bookstore had the good/bad sense to put them all together on one bookshelf, next to the real Fifty Shades and sell them for a deep discount. Really? As a book lover, I cringed. Can’t we let Fifty Shades die and move onto something else in the world of erotica? Owl fetish, anyone? But as I mentioned, I had four hours to kill, so I flipped through them all. Oh, the horror.
Anyone in Toronto want a feminist blogger for a new roommate? I’m nothing short of enamored by The Monkey’s Paw bookstore and it’s Biblio-Mat, a vending machine that dispenses books for $2 apiece. The Monkey’s Paw’s owner originally envisioned a large box with one of his employees inside, handing out books manually. Then a friend told him that constructing a real, mechanical vending machine would not be too difficult. The result is pretty damn cool: insert your money and the Biblio-Mat shoots out random second-hand books. My only complaint is that the books it dispenses on the video don’t look too enticing. A biography of Lawrence Welk, anyone? [Open Culture]
If you asked me three years ago whether I thought Ke$ha was a positive feminist role model for both myself and millions of other young girls belting out her bravado across the globe, I would have shot you a McKayla Maroney face with a slight “are you serious?” twist.
I was so unimpressed with her song “Blah Blah Blah,” I think I wrote an article about my musical nausea in my high school’s newspaper. However, after a friend played “Grow A Pear” a couple of years later, I found myself hysterically laughing throughout the full three minutes and 29 seconds. I had never heard a female artist sing about “dating a dude with a vag” or “[seeing his] man-gina.” Soon afterward, “Blind” became my anthem on repeat for almost all of 2011, and now my five other roommates and I cannot stop dancing on our dining room table to “Die Young.”
MTV announced Ke$ha as “perhaps the most empowering artist on the planet” in 2010, and Ashley Fetters from The Atlantic completely agrees, citing various passages from Ke$ha’s new autobiography, My Crazy Beautiful Life, about her rising feminist and widely influential antics. Keep reading »