This weekend in San Francisco, the organization About-Face hosted a protest where participants shed their clothing in front of Victoria’s Secret as a statement against the company’s exclusive use of unrealistic body images. In just bras and underwear, the protesters bared their real human bodies proudly to the world while holding signs with phrases like “I pledge to love my body.”
About-Face is a San Francisco-based organization that works to “equip women and girls with tools to understand and resist harmful media messages that affect their self-esteem and body image.” This particular demonstration, which was mostly planned over Facebook, sought to inspire women and girls everywhere to be proud of their real bodies and not to be affected by unrealistically flawless body images that Victoria’s Secret sets as the expectation. [Huffington Post; Policy Mic]
And you thought your period was rough: in the district of Achham, Nepal, women are ostracized each month while they are menstruating. During what is called “chaupadi,” a menstruating woman must stay in a small hut called a “goth” away from the village and her family. She’s also not allowed to use the same water as others or prepare food in the kitchen because she is seen as impure. All alone or with a few other women in the goth, women are extremely vulnerable to rape. Others have suffered jackal attacks, snakebites, or fire while trying to protect themselves from the elements of the Himalayas.
Because of these dangers, Nepal outlawed chaupadi in 2005. But according to The New York Times, because it’s a two-day drive outside of the capital of Kathmandu, Achham has yet to feel the effects of this change. Keep reading »
UPDATE, 1:30p.m. — In a statement to the UK’s Standard newspaper, where Charles Saatchi is a columnist, he claimed the couple was having a “playful tiff” and said he was only holding onto her neck to emphasize a point (as you do?):
“About a week ago, we were sitting outside a restaurant having an intense debate about the children, and I held Nigella’s neck repeatedly while attempting to emphasise my point. There was no grip, it was a playful tiff. The pictures are horrific but give a far more drastic and violent impression of what took place. Nigella’s tears were because we both hate arguing, not because she had been hurt. We had made up by the time we were home. The paparazzi were congregated outside our house after the story broke yesterday morning, so I told Nigella to take the kids off till the dust settled.”
Nigella Lawson still has not made a public statement regarding the incident. [Standard UK]
Domestic violence happens in every income bracket. Nowhere is that more visually apparent than in the disturbing photographs taken of celebrity chef Nigella Lawson being choked in a London restaurant by her husband, Charles Saatchi, on June 9.
The pictures — taken at the Mayfair restaurant, Scott’s — show the couple seated together at a table, apparently arguing, as Saatchi has his hands gripped around Lawson’s throat. She was also photographed leaving the restaurant crying. Keep reading »
“In that respect, biologically, females have more potential … Females have more sensitivity about others’ wellbeing. In my own case, my father, very short temper. On a few occasions I also got some beatings. But my mother was so wonderfully compassionate. … If the circumstances are such that a female Dalai Lama is more useful, then automatically a female Dalai Lama will come.”
While I’m not a fan of gender essentialism, I appreciate that the Tibetan Buddhist leader, the Dalai Lama, said something nice about women. (Which is usually not what gets most men quoted on our site.) [Huffington Post] [Photo: Getty]
Even the prime minister of Australia is not immune of objectification and body-snarking: at a political fundraising dinner Julia Gillard was reduced to the significance of the quail served up for dinner with an absurdly offensive menu item listed “Julia Gillard Quail – small breasts, huge thighs, and a big red box” as the main entrée. Keep reading »
I hear a lot of weird shit on the street. Many people, apparently, feel that they have license to say whatever they so please to me. Generally, it doesn’t bother me, but “sweetie”’ is where I draw the line.
The other day I walked to grab a coffee and held the door for a respectable-looking gentleman who was also leaving the building. “Thank you, sweetie!” He replied. I know he was just trying to be nice, but I am an adult leaving my place of work for a coffee break. In what way did it strike this man as appropriate to call me his “sweetie”? Keep reading »