There’s that scene in “Mean Girls” where Tina Fey, exasperated by the high school antics, shouts, “You’ve got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it okay for guys to call you sluts and whores.” I had just graduated from high school when the movie came out and sitting in the theater, I couldn’t believe how much this line resonated for me. All of a sudden, I was transported back to those halls I’d just escaped. I could hear the cool girls greeting each other at their lockers with the words, “What up, sluuuuut?”
Reclaiming words like bitch and slut may have started as something political, something third wave feminist, but the words ended up in malls, emblazoned in rhinestones on baby tees at Deb and Rave. Keep reading »
Full disclosure: before I was hired to conceptualize and edit The Frisky, I spent 10 months working on a book about Scientology, written by journalist Janet Reitman. (I transcribed the vast majority of the interviews Reitman conducted with current and former Scientologists and organized the exhaustive collection of research she did.) As a result, I became pretty familiar with the material and extremely eager to see the book in its final form. Well, that day has arrived as Reitman’s book, Inside Scientology: The Story of America’s Most Secretive Religion, hits shelves this week. While the last few years has seen numerous scandalous allegations against the church flood the interwebs, Reitman’s book is full of new information you haven’t heard elsewhere. It’s also an impeccable investigation into the church’s early development under founder L. Ron Hubbard and the downward spiral it’s seen in the last 25 years under current leader, David Miscavige. Inside Scientology is a fascinating read, one that never resorts to criticizing the faith of its members, but does reveal the disturbing control exerted over them by the church and its leaders.
It’s kind of hard to shock me. I mean, the video of the woman bathing on the subway
got barely an eyebrow raise. But finding out that Reese Witherspoon has a tattoo — on her stomach! — made me gasp. Photographers captured a few different glimpses of the ink over the holiday weekend, as Reese and her family spent some time at the beach. I could maybe see Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes (and I say that affectionately) having a second shot of tequila and indulging her inner “bad girl” by getting a butterfly on her ankle or something, but a stomach tattoo
? No offense to those of you who have ink in that area, but it is a rather daring spot, considering how susceptible to, uh, stretching it is. I mean, Reese has hinted she wants more kids — what will her tattoo look like at seven months pregnant? Check out a photo of the tattoo, as well as my theories about what it is
exactly, after the jump… Keep reading »
I know there are a lot of things I don’t know even though I’m a fairly well-educated woman. The revelation that you have been totally in the dark about some widely-known piece of information can be, well, humiliating. Especially when it happens in front of a group of people. On their Facebook page, NPR asked readers to share something they were embarrassed to learn as an adult that they should have learned much earlier like “realizing that New York City is not just Manhattan or that ‘character witnesses’ are not witnesses who are ‘characters.’” The research was for a piece called “I Was Absent That Day” about educated adults’ unavoidable knowledge gaps. Nothing to be ashamed of, we all have them. But people’s confessions of ignorance were oh-so-entertaining, like the person who thought that “pubic hair” was pronounced “public hair.” Haha! After the jump, I share with you a few of my most embarrassing knowledge gaps. I encourage you to share yours in the comments. Keep reading »