Today in bizarre: a Japanese artist has been arrested for obscenity after allegedly emailing data that would be used to make 3-D prints of her vagina. Megumi Igarashi works under the name Rokude Nashiko, which translates to something along the lines of “bastard kid,” and a major goal of her work is to make the female body less of a taboo topic. She’s been known to mold all kinds of materials into the shape of genitalia because, according to her, the vagina is hidden away in Japanese society. Keep reading »
Fox News’ new show “Outnumbered” pits four female anchorbabes up against one male guest. The premise? Gender wars! Fun! On Friday, the male guest, (unscrupulous) Fox Business contributor Charles Payne, wore a cute little accessory on air to signal his disdain for the opposite sex: cufflinks depicting a caveman with a club, dragging a woman behind him by her hair. Yes, really, he actually wore cufflinks depicting caveman domestic violence — he said so himself! You couldn’t make this shit up. [YouTube via MediaMatters]
When I started writing my memoir, Good Chinese Wife: A Love Affair With China Gone Wrong, I began networking with authors who wrote books set in Asia. I imagined developing solid friendships with a group of supportive authors. There’s a Chinese saying, huxiang bangzhu. It means “mutually helping one another.” That’s what I pictured.
Fast-forward six years. My memoir was being published and I arranged for review copies to be sent to authors I’ve gotten to know through social networking or in person. I knew I couldn’t expect rave reviews just because we have a connection or because I had given their books five stars on Amazon and Goodreads. But for the most part, I had been extremely pleased with the feedback.
Well, except for this one guy. Keep reading »
When my feminist friends and I began our communal Facebook message thread, we envisioned a no-holds-barred place to discuss careers, gender politics, and the gospel of Beyoncé. But ever since soccer season took the Internet by storm, our only mentions of “Flawless” have concerned abs. In the past week alone, my “progressive” peers and I shared 10 “World Cup Hottie” listicles, 18 winky faces, and too many Netherlands-based puns to count.
As over-the-top as our behavior was, we were never ashamed. There was an implicit empowerment to our objectification, like a hard-earned reward for eons of inequality. Even when I read our conversation (and watched a video of Ronaldo slow-motion jogging) in a very public, very crowded coffee shop, I didn’t bother to turn down my laptop brightness. If anyone saw my screen, I trusted they would be impressed: I wasn’t some creepy guy browsing Google images of Megan Fox — I was a proud woman, flaunting the sex drive to which I was entitled! Keep reading »