Gay Apology

this is kind of funny:

One More Thing About Rihanna/Chris Brown...

DoSomething.org created an ad to raise awareness about teen dating violence through a video reenactment of Chris Brown's assault of Rihanna. Broadsheet's take on it is a brief but good one...

This is one part inflammatory, one part bizarre:

Boston <3s Chris Brown

In a recent survey of 200 teenagers by the Boston Public Health Commission, 46 percent said Rihanna was responsible for what happened; 52 percent said both bore responsibility, despite knowing that Rihanna’s injuries required hospital treatment. On a Facebook discussion, one girl wrote, “she probly ran into a door and was too embarrassed so blamed it on chris.”

Good News

It looks like Ms. Magazine kinda got it right...

Feminism=Laundry

Cleanliness is close to Godliness--which is also close to the liberation of women according to a recent article in the official Vatican newspaper titled, "The washing machine and the emancipation of women: put in the powder, close the lid and relax."

Scent of Women's History

I know it's Hallmarkishly arbitrary, but since March is Women's History Month, I'd like to take this moment to honor our grandmothers, mothers, sisters, friends, underpaid babysitters, nurses, Hillary Clinton, temps, feminist bosses, bitches/sluts/whores, Ugly Betty, teachers, abortion, queers, MBTA workers, pretty journalist ladies, Michelle Obama, people who give up their seats for old ladies on the bus, the middle school girls I work with, Tina Fey, not Sarah Palin, not Rush Limbaugh, not Chris Brown, the movie Real Women Have Curves, Sacagawea, hearts, braids and unicorns, by offering our readers this online women's history quiz! It's the best I can do.

Bye Bye Bush

Cha-Ching...

This Just In

Making Victoria's Secret Look Smart

Feminist bra-burnings may be just a myth, but this bra ad campaign has me searching for a book of matches and some lighter fluid.

The premise: Vassarette (an intimates brand I'd never heard of— had you?) held a nationwide contest, procuring a spokes-girl-band made up of four real-girl-rockers who play real-rock-concerts wearing nothing on top but the bras they're named for. They inevitably call themselves "The Vassarettes."

March's Marie Claire houses a two-page spread devoted to the bras, the band, and a laughable attempt at girl power that even the Spice Girls would disapprove of. A portion of the ad poses as an interview with the band, in which copywriters deliver such gems as "I'm living proof that no matter what you look like or what size you are, you can rock!" This line is purportedly delivered by drummer Alexa, whose "looks" and "size" do nothing to differentiate her from the rest of her skinny white bandmates.

For a campaign that makes so much out of being "real" (visit the site and be assailed by lyrics belting "Are you ready for the real thing?"), the Vassarettes' forced delivery of female empowerment is deplorably transparent and embarrassingly bland.

M.I.A. At The Grammys

If you missed M.I.A.'s labor inducing performance at the Grammy's last night, you should definitely check it out:



While I'm disappointed that she had to share the spotlight (especially with a certain shoe-pushing egomaniac), this is decidedly the best thing that I have ever seen on the usually tame/lame Grammys. Even cooler because yesterday was actually her due date.