It’s been two months, and just when it seemed like #GamerGate might be waning off, participants in the movement — essentially a bunch of hardcore gaming “purists” losing their shit over criticisms of rampant misogyny in the gaming community and in games themselves — threatened developer Brianna Wu out of her house and forced writer/critic/vlogger Anita Sarkeesian to cancel a speaking event at Utah State. Of course, it hasn’t been waning off for women and men in the tech industry who have been harassed for voicing their skepticism about the motives of #GamerGate and their ongoing discontent with the sexism in tech that #GamerGate has proven itself to espouse.
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Life is full of surprises: maybe you get pregnant without trying, win the lottery, find faith or cheat death. Other times, it’s the small, simple unexpectancies (I’m aware that “unexpectancies” isn’t a real word, but it should be) that make all the difference. Over the last few weeks, Baby Face has been my pleasant “unexpectancy.”
Having reconnected after five (or is it six?) years without a trace of contact, Baby Face and I have been spending a lot of time catching up, becoming reacquainted and starting back at square one. A lot has changed since our reckless beer-funneling college days, and not just because we’ve graduated to fancy craft beer and real glassware. Back in the day, Baby Face and I were friends, but we were never confess-your-deepest-secrets, share-your-embarrassing-stories kinds of friends. Last week, I was able to see Baby Face twice—once for lunch in the city and once for dinner and drinks at my place, where we were able to really talk and get to know each other, sweatpants on, makeup off and all. Keep reading »
Simon the cat and his buddy Wash were taken for a walk in the park, but Simon was not having it. Wash adapted to life on a leash, but Simon revolted in protest. Unfortunately, curling up in a ball doesn’t stop life from dragging you along anyway. I feel you, Simon. [BuzzFeed]
A few months ago, one of my friends posted on Facebook that he was looking for a new tattoo shop that was woman-friendly and queer-friendly after a bad experience with his last artist. I asked him privately who the artist was who he’d had a bad experience with and he gave me the guy’s name and the tattoo shop he worked at. “He’s quiet and nice in person, but when I friended him on Facebook I found out he’s anti-choice, anti-gay, racist, misogynist, and pro-gun. After he defended the Hobby Lobby decision I decided I can’t ignore his politics anymore.”
I told him I could relate: I had gone to one artist who had done fantastic work, but when I friended him on Facebook I found out that he had dressed in redface to be the Blackhawks mascot for Halloween and was just throwing out people’s criticisms wholesale and telling them to unfriend him instead. More recently, I’d gotten beautiful work done at a different shop that had done similarly great work for my friends, but when I went back to look into getting knuckle tattoos, the artist had thrown out my few guidelines — I didn’t want the tattoo to be black, and I wanted it to be pretty without being too feminine. He insisted that it had to be black and block lettering or it’d take away from the “impact” of the tattoos. I had asked for what I’d asked for because I already have black block letters on the insides of my fingers and I needed to differentiate, and because these are my hands. I want to love this tattoo for the rest of my life. He clearly didn’t care, so I canceled the appointment. Keep reading »
Of the many icy, headband-wielding women who have traipsed across our screens in television history, Blair Waldorf is by far one of the most legendary. While “Gossip Girl” has long finished filming, Blair’s freakishly coordinated clothing and conniving power plays still linger in my heart. She may be a bitchy control freak, even a bully, but she never pretends to be anyone but herself, and that’s what makes her my favorite Upper East Sider. Every teenage “Gossip Girl” viewer could relate to the fact that no matter how hard Blair tries to create a veneer of perfection, she still struggles with feelings of inadequacy against her sunny, effortless BFF Serena. The self-awareness that separates Blair and Serena is ultimately what makes Queen B so superior. Serena continuously sees herself as some kind of compassionate goddess, oblivious to how selfish her every move is, while Blair is proudly self-serving and a never-ending fountain of grim-but-true wisdom. So, apropos of nothing (okay, maybe it’s to balance out all the attention Serena’s real-life counterpart Blake Lively has been getting lately), here are some of Blair’s most striking zingers after the jump.
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