There are these women, in Tory Burch flats, with their hair styled, their button-downs starched, and the vents in the backs of their knee-length pencil skirts never rumpled or creased. I know this is true because I see them everyday, slogging along to work, just like me, with their perfectly applied nude lips and their obligatory Longchamps tote.
So as much as I want to believe that such levels of polish existing is as likely as me bumping into a unicorn in CVS, I know better — I’ve commuted beside them in the mornings, quietly mortified. Because, more often than not, I’ve forgotten to apply lipstick before leaving the house, my skirt is clean but wrinkled from sitting on the train ride in, and my own obligatory Longchamps tote — a bid at joining their ranks — is coated in what I am 86% sure is Marshmallow Fluff. (Furtive licking would later prove this to be so.)
It’s not like I’m a slob. I know how to dress for my corporate day job and when I get to the office there’s always a stop at the bathroom to make sure I can pass for business casual. This means: the forgotten lipstick is applied, the cardigan put on, the Fluff removed, the slept-on-it-wet hair pulled back into a clean ponytail, my favorite boots replaced with sensible pumps. By the time I’m done, I’m transformed from who I am into an appropriate, if not stylish, secretary. Keep reading »
A British watchdog group called Women In Journalism has carried out a four-week study of UK newspapers and had these dismayingly sexist findings about who ends up on the front page:
- Male writers
- Photographs of Kate Middleton, Pippa Middleton, or missing child Madeline McCann
Hmm. Not very good options.
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Here’s a brief test of étiquette. You’re a writer accused of asking an inappropriate question to a famous actor in a national magazine. Another writer takes you to task for what she sees as a history of this kind of inappropriateness. Your response?
A) Ignore the criticism — you can’t please everyone, right?
B) Explain yourself — you really didn’t intend to offend.
C) Promptly imply that the other writer is jealous and unfuckable.
If you answered C, hey! You must be Andrew Goldman! Step right up here to accept this week’s Douchebag Decree.
What happened was this: Goldman compiles The New York Times Magazine‘s weekly “Talk” section, and on October 7, his subject was Hollywood legend Tippi Hedren, star of “The Birds” and “Marnie” and, as revealed in a new HBO movie, the victim of a pattern of harassment by director Alfred Hitchcock that ended up ruining her career. “The worst abuse happened after you rebuffed [Hitchcock's] advances,” asked Goldman. “Actors have been known to sleep with less powerful directors for advancement in show business. Did you ever consider it?” Keep reading »
Oh women, we have so many problems. We can’t keep it together, which is why advertisers helpfully offer us a slew of products to make taking care of ourselves and our children easier. Brit comedy show “That Mitchell And Webb Look” present an all-too-real spoof on the silly sexism in advertising. [YouTube]
Photoshop, you beast! Look at all the problems you cause.
I kid, I kid. The real problem here is Saudi Arabia’s backwards attitude towards women, which is the reason why IKEA airbrushed all the women out of its Saudi catalog. As you can see from these side-by-side photos which landed on the cover of Stockholm’s Metro newspaper, a charming domestic scene lost the female model so as to be deemed acceptable.
It’s just like the time an Orthodox Jewish newspaper Photoshopped Secretary of State Hillary Clinton out of a photo taken inside the Situation Room … only with a frykantig and a dagstorp. [Al-Jazeera]
Oh, Europeans. Here’s a new commercial from Hyundai Netherlands for their Sante Fe vehicle. The ad is creepily called “Upskirt” and definitely pushes the boundaries of what you can do to sell cars here in the United States. The premise is about as unoriginal as any other car commercial: sexy ladies swooning over a new car. But in this ad, it’s an ice cream-meltingly hot day, the ladies are sexily dampened with sweat and not wearing a bra under an opaque blouse (because we do that — right, ladies?). Sex sells here too, but it’s oftentimes sold in innuendo or pun form. Hyundai Netherlands, however, goes whole (horny) hog with gratuitous hard nipples and a blowing-in-the-wind upskirt panties shot. Keep reading »