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I'm not a body-piercing fanatic, but I did get my nose pierced just before graduating from college, where I met and admired many hippies. Some of them had their noses pierced, and it looked beautiful on them, so I wanted to hop on the bandwagon.                   (An example of the aforementioned foxy hippies) All this got me wondering how hippies latched on to nose piercing, and I started doing some heavy Googling.

If you're under the age of 45, you've probably never heard of the flamboyant glam-rocker Jobriath, but in the mid 70s, he was expected to be bigger than Bowie, and his name and image were plastered all over buses, billboards, and national music magazines. At a time when rockers were flirting with ambiguously gay facades (Bowie, Lou Reed, Elton John, etc.) Jobriath called himself a "true fairy" in the press and was cited by critics to be the next big thing.

Though it's long overdue, this week we can celebrate the announcement that, after years of international pressure, Saudi Arabia will most likely send female athletes to the 2012 Olympic games in London. Furthermore, a female Saudi Arabian sports commentator, Reema Abdullah, revealed that she'll get to carry the Olympic torch. Saudi Arabia, which has never sent women to the Olympics, met with the International Olympics Committee (IOC) last week to present a list of potential female athletes.

Before you read this, I need you to do something. Go to Rick Perry’s Facebook page and read the comments on the top photo on his wall. Go on, it’s right here. I’ll wait. Yes, that’s correct: in an inspiring and hilarious show of solidarity, women have taken to Republican Governor Rick Perry’s Facebook page to describe (in full detail) their menstrual cycles, use of birth control, and general vajayjay status reports. Because he’s obviously presented himself as an authority on the female body.

Madge is back with another video, and aside from the obvious "damn she looks GOOD!" comment I could make, I'll point out that the video for "Girl Gone Wild" is definitely a step up from the fun-but-kinda-weird "Give Me All Your Luvin'." For me, the oddness of the latter video could be attributed to the grating misspelling of "loving," but also because focuses on a topic that's not dear to my heart--football. (I understand it was a tie-in with her Super Bowl performance, but still.) But this latest video is pure Madonna. Meaning it’s sexy, badass, and very cool.

You know the drill. You’re going on a date or to a party with someone new, so you overzealously tell your friends as much information as you can (name and phone number of your date, where you’re going) in case you end up in a sticky situation, and promise to text them when you get home safely. Since college, my friends and I have been using this system to keep us as safe as possible, but of course, this plan is far from foolproof.

Imagine you’re on the elliptical at the gym or biking to work thinking about Snooki’s pregnancy, Obama, and global warming when you feel a twitch right under your biking shorts. The good twitch. You start to breath a little deeper and the tingles start building, like the rapid ticks of a time bomb. You know what’s going on with your body, but why here? Why NOW? No, this isn’t my attempt at a BUST One-Handed Read; a new Kinsey Institute study is reporting that around 15% of women can orgasm while exercising.

Seeing Zola Jesus at the beginning of a festival like SXSW is a perilous activity, because the singer's so good at her job that you might end up holding the rest of the performers to an impossibly high standard. The first time I saw Zola Jesus was last year, on the first night of CMJ, and I spent the subsequent four days complaining that every other band was terrible. Last week at the Fader Fort, she was the final performer of the day, so I had time to get over my awe before judging any other acts too harshly.

And the March Madness continues! That horrible pun is not a reference to basketball, but to a different kind of TV event--AMC’s Mad Men, whose new season premieres March 25th. Since the promo videos are comprised of old footage, fans have little to speculate about regarding the new season, beyond the cast photos released earlier this month. Befitting of a show about the creative process of advertising, though, the fanbase has mobilized, creating its own material to hype the premiere.

There are countless poster girls for reading and literature, but so few of them know how to spit dope rhymes. La Shea Delaney and Annabelle Quezada (aka the B*tches in Bookshops) set out to change all that. Parodying Jay-Z and Kanye West’s “N*ggas in Paris,” these literary ladies spin verses about reading on the subway, buying print books instead of digital (best lyric: “You use a Kindle? I carry spines/Supporting bookshops like a bra, Calvin Klein”), and the eternal quest for a man who can keep up (with his reading, that is).
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