Beauty queens are not known for being an especially diverse group in the size department. Whether their skin is alabaster white or coffee brown, usually they’ve got legs up to here and weigh 120 lbs. soaking wet.
But for the past 21 years, Italy has crowned a different sort of beauty queen: Miss Chubby. Yes, the country that invented Sophia Loren (and spaghetti bolognese and cannoli) acknowledges that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Keep reading »
2010 is a big year, because it is the 50th anniversary of the birth control pill. Who can remember life without it? But did you know that the pill was originally only available to married women? Or that taking Nyquil can make the pill less effective? After the jump, some other fascinating pill facts. Keep reading »
What’s the best way to sell running shoes to women? Nike goes with big butts. (Well, “big” by print advertising standards. You’re not going to see Gabby Sidibe‘s ass in any of these Nike Women ads.) In 2005, the company hawked its lady products with a big juicy booty. Similar to Dove’s Real Beauty campaign, a print advertisement declaring “My butt is big” was pretty groundbreaking at the time. Critics, however, disliked the fact that only a woman’s ass — as opposed to, say, her face — was used in the ad.
Now, five years later, Nike Women is recycling their big butts and, oh joy, the model isn’t just a disembodied bottom. But, personally, I’m not crazy about it. Some of us don’t have an interest in doing “ten thousand lunges” and couldn’t care less about luring “herds of skinny women away from the best deals at clothing sales.” We just rock our big butt for our big butt’s sake!
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Thanks to our girl Judy McGuire for calling my attention to the latest advice column from Salon’s Cary Tennis. A woman writes to Tennis that she’s “in a loving but violent marriage” in which her husband has “only” beat her up a couple of times, including the time he punched and stomped her while she was pregnant. She’s writing to Tennis because she’s upset that the domestic violence hotline she called advised her to leave her husband and she wants to know her other options. Shockingly, Tennis offers her an alternative to getting the f**k out and never looking back, but first he indulges in a little rambling prose.
“In this fictional world you are safe. So I can speak to you one soul to another. I can grant you the freedom to see yourself as the object and creation of your own limitless imagination. Then you are free to inquire: What do you want, O dish thrower? What do you want, O restrainer, kicker, puncher? What is it that you are hungry for?”
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