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This morning, the nominations for the 88th annual Academy Awards were announced and, once again, the Academy has managed to omit people of color. Despite that fact that 2015 was the year that brought us Creed, Beasts of No Nation, Tangerine and many other films featuring great work by people of color, not a single one of them will be recognized on Sunday (with the possible exception of Alejadro Gonzalez Innaritu, the director of Revenant).  At this point, the whitewashing of the Oscars fails to be shocking but remains completely unacceptable.
As we raise our wands and mourn Alan Rickman, the man with the best menacing looks and "double-bass" voice around, we can rest assured that our favorite movie bad guy was actually a great guy and a huge advocate for women. In one of his last films, A Little Chaos,  which he also directed, Rickman created a world set in the French Revolution where a woman was the lead character in a time where women were often decorations. The lead character Sabine, played by Kate Winslet, is employed to design the garden at the Palace of Versailles.
Within the first five minutes of talking to Natalie Wall, the creator and host of "Awkward Sex… and the City," she casually mentions queefing and fisting. And so goes the show. It is a storytelling ode to the universal experience of sex as awkward, weird, silly, hot, and awesome (sometimes all at once, sometimes distinctly not). It takes place in the small (one might even call it intimate) lower level of The Pleasure Chest, the perfect venue for a bunch of hot and fabulous women (and one delightful man) to share all the hilariously real elements of their sexual adventures.
We can't wait for Amanda de Cadenet's big interview with Hillary Clinton tonight on her talk show The Conversation. De Cadenet, who is also a photographer, created and continues to produce the Lifetime show, in which she interviews some of the most influential women today. In this sneak peek, Hillary Clinton talks about the importance of processing emotion in a world in which female politicians are unfairly labeled as "emotional." We certainly want Hillary Clinton's advice on that! Make sure to catch the full interview tonight 10 p.m ET/PT on Lifetime.
If you're like me, you have no idea what to make for dinner every single day. I will go into the kitchen and stare blankly into the refrigerator. Uhhh, I guess I could make pasta? Or grilled cheese? I have definitely already eaten at least one of these this week. Or maybe I could just microwave some MorningStar chick'n nuggets and call it a day? I feel like there are a lot of foods in the world, but my brain can only think of a handful of them when I actually need to cook a meal.
Forget Candy Crush, BubbleWitch, 2048 and Kim Kardashian: Hollywood. The new app you’re about to obsess over is called Neko Atsume: Kitty Collector. The object of the game is this: to attract AS MANY CATS AS POSSIBLE to your digital backyard, using treats and toys. It’s kind of like a Tamagotchi, but ten thousand times cuter.Released in Japan in 2014, Neko Atsume became an instant hit there and soon found fans in the US, as the game is pretty simple to understand even in another language.
The Man Who Fell To Earth has fallen back off it. We feel less complete and more alone, and for once this isn't an exaggeration. There's too much to be said, and too many trying to say it, so it's probably a good idea for me to focus. The passing of David Bowie feels like the passing of an epoch for plenty of reasons, but one in particular feels worthy of special attention. He was the rock and roll embodiment of Picasso's axiom that "art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth."For quite some time, art and culture have been tailspinning into the oblivion of reality.
I often think back on '90s cartoons with great affection, but it wasn't until recently that I started to realize how totally feminist some of these cartoons were. Lucky for me, I grew up with parents who always told me girls could do anything boys could. (One time, my mother called my elementary school after I came home complaining that one of our teachers—a man—told me I couldn't play football with the boys during recess. I don't think I really even gave a fuck about football, but the injustice of it really pissed me off, and it definitely pissed off my mom).
It’s the 15-year anniversary of Save the Last Dance, that interracial rom-dram dancing movie starring Julia Stiles and Sean Patrick Thomas (in his tragically brief moment at the turn of the 21st century). Remember how that movie made you feel? That tingling deep in your nether-regions that your 10-year-old self didn’t fully recognize for what it was? This movie was all sex. Here are seven times Save the Last Dance sexually awakened all of us. 1. The sex scene Somehow, this movie managed to have a teenage sex scene without flipping all of its shit about teenagers having sex.
I had a dream about meeting David Bowie the night he died. It was absolutely wonderful. I met him and he was kind and so appreciative of his fans. I have this dream often, where I meet my hero and he treats me like an old friend. I love this dream.When I woke up, however, my phone was filled with texts and Facebook messages about his death. I thought it was a sick joke. I didn’t believe it. I typed “David Bowie” into Google and the first result that popped up was a BBC article titled “David Bowie dies of cancer aged 69.” I immediately fell to the ground.It’s real. He’s gone.
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