Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! Tom Smith, the Senate candidate from Pennsylvania who last week compared pregnancy from rape to having a baby out of wedlock, has verbal diarrhea again. Last week, Smith introduced vice presidential nominee Paul Ryan at a campaign event in PA and was filmed working the crowd. As you can see in this video of his greatest sexist hits (it’s the second item), Smith walked up to
Carrie Bradshaw and Samantha Jones two women and asks them, “What are we talking about here? Two girls together talking!” One of the women answers, “We’re talking about the power of petite women.” And then Smith replies, “My guess would have been you were talking about shoes.” You know ladies: always talking about shoes! I guess we should be grateful he didn’t say “nail polish,” though, right? [Huffington Post]
This coming academic year, 36 universities in Iran have announced that 77 Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Sciences courses will now be “single gender” and therefore only available to men. With women outnumbering men by three to two in passing this year’s university entrance exam, The Daily Beast theorizes Iranian leaders are becoming “concerned about the social side-effects of rising educational standards among women” — as in, women are becoming too educated at the (scare quotes!) “expense” of men.
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Axe hits a new low in advertising with this commercial starring a headless pair of boobs on legs, supposedly representing the office crush. Yup, the love interest in this commercial is just a pair of tits. A Cousin Itt-inspired walking head of hair — meant to represent, ha ha, “what girls see first” on a man — pines over the headless boobs throughout the ad only to finally get her at the end. More creepy than funny, I think. If I were a dude, I’d be offended 1) that advertisers think I’ll buy their hair gel because they showed me (silicone? paper mache?) boobies, 2) that men are one-dimensional: Grunt. Grunt. Boobs. Buy hair gel. Boooooobs.
And I’m not just saying that because this commercial thoughtlessly ignores all the ass men out there. Think of the poor, neglected ass men, Axe! [Ad Week]
Breaking news! The He-Man Woman Hater’s Club has finally realized girls do not have cooties.
Okay, I am being glib. But it’s friggin’ 2012, Augusta National Golf Club — it took you long enough to admit your first-ever female members, i.e. stop discriminating against over 50 perent of the population. Women have always been allowed to play golf at Augusta as guests but it took the formerly mens-only club over 80 years to finally issue their iconic green jackets to two women: former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and South Carolina businesswoman Darla Moore. ”It will be a proud moment when we present Condoleezza and Darla their green jackets when the club opens this fall. This is a significant and positive time in our club’s history and, on behalf of our membership, I wanted to take this opportunity to welcome them and all of our new members into the Augusta National family,” said new chairman Billy Payne in a statement. Women’s rights activists have been putting firm pressure on Augusta since 2002, especially since it got rather embarrassing that the club wouldn’t even admit a female CEO whose company was a corporate sponsor of the Masters, a golf tournament being held at the club.
Welcome to the 21st century! (Well … sort of.) [Wall Street Journal]
Chadvelyn, LosOcho and OchoSado: those were the three hybrid names that I came up with for my favorite reality TV couple, Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson and Evelyn Lozada. But after only six weeks of marriage, the beautiful sounds of wedded bliss and the hoopla surrounding their much anticipated reality show have been silenced by the head-butt that was heard around the world.
By now, everyone knows about the drama surrounding Chadvelyn. The Internet has been all aflutter with updates. She-said this, he-said that and we-said “WTF?” He loses his job, she files for divorce, and we all sit back to make judgments and assumptions about everything. Keep reading »
“I so didn’t, and I so don’t care about you asking about it.”
– That is Chelsea Handler‘s response to a journalist for Marie Claire @Work asking her about the rumor — legend? slur? — that she only got her show “Chelsea Lately” because she was dating the former head of E! Want to see me become irrationally angry and start breathing fire out of my nose? Suggest Handler only got her show because she slept her way to the top. I have a torn a new asshole on many a buffoon who has dared suggest that luck, talent, hard work and savvy had nothing to do with it. Her bestselling books? Her (since-cancelled) sitcom? Her comedy tours? Her roundtable of comics — like Whitney Cummings — getting their own shows? Her ex-boyfriend’s penis must have been pretty damn magical to make all that happen. Keep reading »