Big news in science land: A new study from UCLA’s Department of Psychology has found that Republican women have more feminine facial features than their Democratic counterparts. Researchers examined the facial features of women in Congress and rated them based on adherence to standards of “gender-typical femininity.” Those faces were then judged by students, who were asked to guess which political party each face belonged to. The students were apparently, surprisingly, accurate in matching faces that ranked high in femininity with conservative politics and those with more masculine features as more liberal.
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When Helen Gurley Brown passed away earlier this week at the age of 90, female journalists and writers came out en masse to laud Brown for her contributions to the sexual liberation of women and heralded her a feminist icon.
It’s true that Brown’s incredible 32-year reign at Cosmopolitan marked a sea change for women’s publications, offering a fresh, sexually liberated image of women “having it all” (which in Brown’s world meant sex, money and power). Brown wanted women to harness their femininity to get ahead, and many took to her female-forward, pro-sex message. But let’s not pretend Helen Gurley Brown’s “stiletto feminism” — to borrow a phrase from Washington Post writer Kathleen Parker — wasn’t also problematic. Keep reading »
“The flower to me means strength with femininity. I think that a lot of people say things like ‘You run like a girl.’ That doesn’t mean you have to run soft or you have to run dainty. It means that you’re strong.”
– U.S. 800-meter champion Alysia Montano, currently competing at the 2012 Olympics in London, on the flower she wears behind her right ear when she races. Montano began wearing the flower years ago, because though she always ran, played, and competed against the boys growing up, she never wanted to be thought of as one of them — and she wanted to remind them that they were being beat by a girl. Her opponents now may be other female athletes, but the flower has become her trademark. Love it. [Yahoo News]
Update: 4p.m. Well, that was quick. State Senator
Mary Marty Golden’s website has canceled the event. I guess you’ll have to learn your feminine wiles elsewhere. [New York Observer]
Please tell me this is a joke. This is a joke, right?
The office of a Republican politician in Brooklyn, New York, will be offering a class for women in his district about “Posture, Deportment, and Feminine Presence.” Ostensibly this is a career development event about etiquette, but the packaging is really, really WTF. Keep reading »
“I think that we have parents that we have to answer to [in the South]. My mother would die if she found out that I treated someone rudely. … When I was down there, I was wearing a dress, I got it at Goodwill or something. And she was like, “Shouldn’t you wear a slip under that?” I was like, “I wasn’t going to.” And she was like, [makes a disproving noise]. I was like, “Does it make you uncomfortable?” And she was like, “I think you should wear a slip under that.” Can you see my underwear? “Well, no, but it doesn’t have a lining.” [laughs] I was like, “Oh yeah! That’s real here,” you know what I mean? Those are still real concerns of the Southern culture.”
– Gossip’s Beth Ditto talks to The Village Voice about being from the South (she’s “related to half of Arkansas,” she jokes) and touches on ideas about Southern charm and womanhood. It’s funny to me that Beth Ditto, of all people, may have been raised with these ideas about stereotypical femininity, because the reason that everyone loves her is that she’s all, like, “Yeah, I’m 300 lbs and wearing purple lipstick with mint green eyeshadow, you wanna make something of it?!” Then again, we could all use a friendly reminder that people don’t fit into boxes. [Village Voice]
Back in college, my best dude friend laughingly told me a horrifying — and quite possibly apocryphal — story about a “friend of a friend” whose one-night stand lost control of her bowels during a particularly energetic bout of anal sex. Embarrassed for the woman, I tentatively asked what the man did at that point, figuring he’d gotten angry or flipped out or ran into the bathroom to vomit.
“Oh,” my friend said nonchalantly, “Duh. He took her into the bedroom and kept going.”
The story’s stuck with me for years and not just for the gross-out factor: the more I’d hear about women afraid to crap in their boyfriends’ apartments or in shared hotel room bathrooms on weekend getaways, about psychosomatic constipation related to the mere presence of a man with whom a woman was having sexual relations, the more I’d think about the nonchalant way men talk about shit and wonder if we were really just doing all of this to ourselves. Is it really that men (or, at least the kind of men you’d want near your genitals) need us to be poop-and-fart free to want to fuck us, or have we just convinced ourselves they did? Or, worse yet, are we projecting our own learned squeamishness about our bodily functions onto men, as a way to rationalize yet another internalization of the “our bodies are gross” myths that pervade society? Keep reading »