“I think it’s important for girls to feel that it’s okay to be open and as explicit as they feel they need to be, and not feel like they need to live up to any man’s Madonna/whore standards of what a woman should be. When guys say they want a lady in the streets but a freak in the bed, OK, that’s cool. But you know what? Then you’re not man enough for me, because any man who’s gonna date me has to know I’m gonna be me all the f**king time.”
– Rapper Amanda Blank in an interview with Spinner.com Keep reading »
There’s something comfortable and familiar about chain bookstores, like Borders and Barnes & Noble: The vanilla latte always tastes the same, the photography books are always near the fashion books, and there are always comfy chairs. I’ve probably spent thousands of dollars at chain bookstores and I spent many a weekend during my high school years at their poetry nights.
But the bookstore most dear to my heart is a tiny little place called Bloodroot, half vegetarian restaurant and half feminist bookstore. My brother-in-law took me to Bloodroot when I was a teenager and it became a part of my identity. I came of age in the late ’90s and early aughties, when Britney Spears slithered around onstage and suburban kids wore Playboy bunny T-shirts to school, which, don’t get me wrong, is all enjoyable, yet nauseating after a while.
Luckily, the bookstore at Bloodroot proved to be a godsend for the feminists and freaks and gay kids who were trapped in the suburbs until graduation. We could have something we didn’t have anywhere else: a community. Keep reading »
There’s nothing I hate more than when Sarah Palin has a point. So thank you, Zazzle.com, for validating her complaints about sexism with these belittling Christmas cards.
One has a little boy telling Santa he wants “Peace on Earth, an end to war and some nude pics of Palin” (after the jump); the other pictures Palin dressed as a scantily clad Mrs. Claus in high heels and a bustier.
You know what I want for Christmas? I’d like an attractive female politician to run for office without everyone treating her like a bunny from the Playboy Mansion. Might that be possible? Keep reading »