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Welcome to the inaugural installment of On Our Radar, your trusty guide to the best the blogosphere has to offer. We'll be rounding up the posts that intrigued us at the end of every week.
- Thea Lim at Racialicious deconstructs Alicia Key's ill-conceived attempt at portraying interracial relationships in her latest video.
- Jessica Coen at Jezebel investigates Sorority Life, the...
Photo by Peter Kaminski
This is it, folks. We've reached the end of The Young and The Feckless line. Writing for Bitch has been a great experience for me. I've enjoyed shedding light and perspective on some of the unacknowledged and underrepresented aspects of the media coverage around young adult issues and responding to all of your challenging and thoughtful comments. Thanks for reading and...
I close the "Tuning In" series with my thoughts about Zooey Deschanel's attempt to adapt Pamela Des Barres's I'm with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie for HBO.
From the days of sock garters and house coats, to Gaga and the Freakum Dress, getting ready to go in the twenty-first century can be an art form these days. Like a bird who can put on new feathers at will, clothes are a window into someone's mood, their 'tude, or just what was still clean enough to wear to work. That too.
Image: Pam Halpert from The Office, in front of her watercolors
The Office is a show that focuses on men–four out the five stars are male. Nonetheless, it's one of my very favorite shows, and I think it has strong, likable, interesting female characters. It's launched the career of Mindy Kaling, who writes for the show and plays the totally hilarious Kelly Kapoor. And it's got Pam Halpert (...
This week, like most weeks, brought with it a parade of douche. However, I've been scouring the world wide web–OK, googling stuff for the past few hours–and no one d-bag is standing out head and shoulders above the rest. It's been a week of tiny douches (hold me closer, tiny douchebag!) and that calls for a douchebag roundup. Sarah Palin, Bret Easton Ellis, Michael Pollan, MIA/Lynn...
Yes, I said Samantha from Sex and the City is a Size Queen. But I'd never call Samantha a cougar.
Neither would Kim Cattrall--and she refuses the label for herself. To the point she refused to pose with an actual cougar on a highly popular magazine aimed at women over 40. (Just watch the first 40 seconds. The rest of the interview is standard feature-writing 101, ice-breaker...
"It's time that we're represented. Each layer of us is represented."
I'm taking a moment from my usual sexing-it-up posts because of the little girl pictured above.
For those who don't know, her name is Aiyana Stanley Jones. And she's dead. Her family just buried her this week.
She didn't die from leukemia or in a drunk-driving accident or at the hands of an abusive or negligent parent or guardian.
She died for the sake of entertainment.