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 »
Attention, Bridget Jones fans: We are v. excited that a new installment of our favorite awkward heroine is in the works! Helen Fielding has written another chapter in the life of the quirky Brit, and the book is scheduled for an autumn 2013 release.
For the uninitiated, Bridget Jones Diary — the tale of a desperate yet endearing everywoman and her clumsy and often hilarious pursuit of true love (or at least a good date) — debuted in 1996 and quickly became and international bestseller and cultural phenom. Two movies followed, with Renee Zellweger as our quirky protagonist, and single 30-something women everywhere found a fumbling heroine they could finally relate too. It was in Bridget’s constantly adorable flaws — namely her fixation on her body image, awkward approach to dating and penchant for wallowing in her misery (who can forget her onscreen rendition of “All By Myself”?) that we wach saw a bit of ourselves. We are all Bridget Jones to some degree — whether that makes us uncomfortable or not. Here are a few examples…
There’s a great and very important moment in every relationship — and Kindle be damned, it’ll stay that way — when you bring a guy or girl to your place for the first time…and they peruse your bookshelf.
Are they judging you based on what they see? Yes — oh yes. And what will your books tell them about you? These generalizations will explain all…
Wow. This takes me back. Navy archaeologist Steve Schwartz has found the cave of the Lone Woman of San Nicolas island—a.k.a. the woman who inspired Scott O’Dell‘s YA classic Island of the Blue Dolphins, one of my favorite books growing up.
The woman was a member of the Nicoleño tribe, which had to leave its island home off the coast of California after an 1814 massacre perpetrated by sea otter hunters from Alaska (those darn sea otter hunters) left the tribe devastated. Franciscan fathers packed all the Nicoleños on a ship and took them to the mainland—all except the Lone Woman, who went back because her baby had been left behind. (In O’Dell’s book it was her brother.) The Lone Woman lived alone on the island for 18 years before being found in 1853 by a rancher and taken to Santa Barbara, where she died seven weeks later of dysentery. Read more…