“In this America led for the first time a black president, the chic has become a plausible option for a community so far pegged to its codes [of] streetwear … But if in 2012 the “black-geoisie” has integrated all the white codes, it does not [do so] literally. [There] is always a classic twist, with a bourgeois ethnic reference (a batik-printed turban/robe, a shell necklace, a ‘créole de rappeur’) that recalls the roots.”
– French Elle writer Nathalie Dolivo has fit in oh so much racism into just one tiny snippet of a much larger and equally as offensive article called “Black Fashion Power” (yeah). See, thanks to the Obamas, black people are now starting to dress like white people — but with ethnic flair! Out goes the streetwear! In comes whatever-the-hell-this-chick-thinks-all-fancy-white-people-wear, along with accessories that harken back to, like, Africa, or wherever “they” come from. This new sense of style even gets its own term – black-geoisie! You know, like black plus bourgeois? Sooooo cuh-raaaaazy! Whoever thought we’d see the day?!
All horrified jokes aside, I expect that Dolivo’s pink slip is on its way to her desk as we speak, but French Elle should be held just as accountable for printing this merde. [The Gloss; French Elle]
I have no business watching a scrotum itch commercial, much less one in Japanese. But I don’t regret the minutes of my life I’ll never get back after watching this on repeat. There’s itching. There’s singing. There’s dancing (sort of). Why can’t Vagisil commercials be this funny? (I mean, outside of “Saturday Night Live.”) [Copyranter]
Ever since I visited London last year, I’ve become obsessed with moving there. I loved everything about it: the history, the people, the food, the fashion, the TV shows about medical oddities. And the toffee pudding? My god, the toffee pudding! I live in Portland right now, which definitely has its charms (many of which are lampooned on “Portlandia” every week), but lately I’ve found myself spending much of my free time plotting and scheming ways to relocate to London. I’m wondering–what city do you dream about? Where would you live if you could live anywhere? Or do you already live in the perfect place?
Last month, The New York Times profiled Barbara Terry, a 52-year-old prostitute living in the Bronx section of New York City who’s been working as a lady of the night for more than 30 years. As a woman in her 20s, Terry was left alone to care for four young children and needed to find a way to support herself. And though she had two years of training to become a medical lab technician under her belt, she was drawn to the “exciting” life of prostitution. Over the years, Terry’s learned a thing or two about how to get along in the world — and while we certainly don’t recommend that you pursue a career as a prostitute, we do think Terry has a few points of wisdom to pass on. While her children are less than thrilled with her life on the streets, she says, “I’m the mother, so they can’t say anything. When I’m ready to get off, I’ll get off.”
After the jump, eight pieces of wisdom from a woman who’s seen her share of the seedy side of life.
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It’s National Handwriting Day! I’m not sure exactly how we are supposed to celebrate this sacred holiday, but it seemed like a good opportunity to talk about the state of our handwriting. I’m not sure about you guys, but I used to pride myself on my penmanship. I would practice diligently in elementary school, cradling the curve of my lowercase E’s just below the middle line, carefully hooking my J’s, making sure my uppercase Q’s looked sufficiently majestic. I spent years perfecting my signature. And then I learned to type, and then I started blogging, and soon my years of hard work went out the window. I don’t write much by hand anymore–pretty much just the grocery list, post-it note reminders, and thank you cards–but every time I do I’m a little shocked at the chicken scratch that emerges from my pen. My third grade self would certainly be appalled.
So, what about you? Has your handwriting held up with the advent of digital culture? How often you do write things by hand if ever? Do you still prefer pen and paper?