Victoria’s Secret launched an ad campaign in the UK with the words ‘The Perfect “Body”’ plastered over a lineup of the tall, size-nothing, airbrushed, Photoshopped Angels. I shouldn’t have to say so, but I will spell out that the ad implies that the perfect body is tall, size-nothing, airbrushed, and Photoshopped, which is a standard that not even the Angels could live up to in real life. Keep reading »
This video by NPR takes a look at the sense of credibility that comes along with a lower, more “solid” sounding voice and where that stereotype leaves women with higher-pitched voices. What about when they try to change the sound of their voice? Is it a lose-lose situation?
Dear Hollaback & Rob Bliss Creative,
I have watched your collaborative video depicting the menacing street harassment of a young, white woman as she casually walked through the streets of New York. You captured dozens of men making unwarranted comments — some more “innocent” than others — as well as the incredibly uncomfortable actions of a young man who silently followed the woman down the street for an entire five minutes.
At first, the video looked like an obvious display of patriarchy and street harassment in its most evident and outrageous form. Those men had no respect for the personal or emotional space or boundaries of the woman who crossed their path. However, upon closer examination, it seems that your video is also an obvious display of one of the worst and most dated forms of racism: Black savagery and its inherent predatory hunger for White women. Keep reading »
In promoting his new book (which I am too irritated to even link to) on Fox News’ “Trending With Tantaros,” KISS frontman Gene Simmons proclaimed that we ladies need to stop leeching off our men because so many dudes walk out anyway, and that we should just actively plan for abandonment instead. Gene, what’s the deal here? I used to think we were long lost BFFs. I watched “Gene Simmons Family Jewels” religiously back in the day, and one of my favorite things about it was how normal (and loving!) the Simmons family seemed. Clearly, I was wrong. On his Fox segment, Simmons launched into a discussion of his book’s chapter on female entrepreneurs as host Andrea Tantaros eagerly nodded her head and gushed in agreement with his sexist ideas. Simmons seems to have decided that having spent his life being enabled and cared for by women qualifies him to know enough about the female experience to dictate what is best for all of us. His advice to lady entrepreneurs: Keep reading »
Another school shooting. This time it took place at Marysville-Pilchuck High School in Washington state. Fourteen-year-old high school freshman Jaylen Fryberg, pulled a gun out during lunch and began shooting, killing two 14-year-old girls, and severely wounding three other students before dying from a self-inflicted gun shot. Like with each school shooting before this one, we all sit back and wonder… why? How?
We can talk about guns as the root of all evil in these instances (Fryberg used a gun that was legally purchased) — and in fact, we should be shouting about the ease of access to guns in this country — but it’s not that simple. Because there’s more to it than just guns. Reports are slowly coming in that Fryberg may have targeted particular students at his school over a recent breakup. While we may never truly know his motivation, many are starting to piece together information gathered from fellow students and Fryberg’s own social media accounts. A student at Marysville-Pilchuk High School told the Seattle Times that Fryberg was “angry about a romantic relationship he was involved in, and that the girl was one of the people shot,” according to a student. Another student spoke about Fryberg and one of the victims, telling Reuters that she “heard he asked her out and she rebuffed him and was with his cousin.” The student boils it down: “It was a fight over a girl.” Keep reading »
Yesterday, at the farmer’s market, I encountered a man starring at me all googly-eyed and weird, who then sidled up next to me and said, all breathily, “Excuse me, what’s your name?” My instinct was to say “My name is Fuck Off And Die You Fucking Prick,” but I was so caught off-guard by a guy looking at me all googly-eyed and weird and asking me for my name in a breathy voice when I didn’t know him at the god damned farmer’s market that I just stammered, “Uh, Rebecca?”
“Rebecca,” he said breathily, again, his eyes boring into mine. “Nice to meet you.” I walked off and he sort of half-whispered, “Have a nice day.”
Why did that guy need my name? Keep reading »