The majority of my life has been spent inhabiting a body deemed too fat. While I spent my early childhood and elementary years as a "normal" sized child, I soon started the upward climb towards "fat" and when I reached that particular mountaintop, my body built a house, bought the furniture, put in a pool and declared that this was where we were to stay. My mind, however, was a different story.
Welcome to Push(back) at the Intersections, an exploration of responses to feminist responses to pop culture.
Yes, that's right. Bitch very kindly invited me back to guest blog about one of my favorite things: meta-analysis of pop culture critiques. I'm interested in how people interact with feminist critiques of pop culture, and I'm not just looking at nonfeminist...
What a week! Sara Kantner and I rounded up some of the most interesting things we read in another installment of On Our Radar! Click through for thorough round-up.
If you can tear yourself away from Jhameel this weekend, tune into Bitchtapes, where this week you can listen to all-female bands from the provinces!
Track list after the jump!
Some music for your weekend: I was thrilled to recently learn about Jhameel, a pop-orchestra musician who covers T Pain songs and whose lyrics (according to his bio) "revolve around such topics as Middle Eastern womanhood, homosexuality, and urban prostitution, giving voice to the silent margins of society."
"Snarky's Cinemachine" is riding off into the sunset for now, and I am honored and humbled by the engaged and supportive Bitch media readerships. Your comments have challenged, entertained and informed me. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time here blogging. Thank you for creating a space for me and making me feel so welcome.
I refuse to be distracted by Phyllis Schlafly's latest misinformation campaign, nor will I be sucked into the increasing suspicions on Talking Points Memo that Michigan's Tea Party is in fact a front for Democrats who are trying to siphon votes away from GOP candidates this fall. No, I'm not going to fly like a mosquito into the bright blue light, because I have something else more important to...
When a jury basically says "you were asking for it" in legalese, you know it's bad. That's what Jane Doe heard when last week a St. Louis court that decided that "playing to the camera" meant revoking her right to privacy.
The "three-date rule" is stupid. So's the five-date rule, the six-month rule and any other rule that someone's told you should govern the time in your relationship that you choose to engage in physical intimacy. The problem is that, in sorting through all the messages of when you should or should not submit to what the other person apparently wants from the get-go, not enough people get around to...
Jon Caramanica opens his recent New York Times piece on the changing landscape of "girl pop" with something Lady Gaga yelled during her recent run at Madison Square Garden:
"I hate the truth!"