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I don't usually endorse anything related to Valentine's Day (which is in a week! I mean, um, who cares?!), but this is pretty cute. It probably would have been a little creepier if she had cut and pasted magazine letters out ransom note-style, as was all the rage when I was a kid.  My best friend remembers with great shame the time when, in fifth grade, she glued "C'est La Vie!" in those cut-out letters on a memorial card for a bereaved couple-- she thought the phrase was just the chorus of a really uplifting song by B*Witched.

We all know a Super Bowl just ain’t a Super Bowl without the sexist ads. Never mind the fact that just as many women watch the Super Bowl as men, and that a lot of them especially like to tune in to watch the commercials—nope, plenty of companies remain members of the “boobies = $$$” school of thought. This year, though, the organization Miss Representation started the #NotBuyingIt hashtag on Twitter, encouraging users to point out which ads were especially demeaning to women.

F*CK Art, a collection of works by 20 street artists who are pushing the boundaries of sexuality and public space, is opening this Wednesday, February 8th at the Museum of Sex in NYC. BUST Magazine is inviting 25 people to the private opening night party from 7-11 PM! Just email your name and the name of your guest (optional) to rsvp@bust.com with the subject line "F*CK Art" -- the first 25 people to RSVP will get on the list.

    In today's edition of Things That Elicit Mixed Emotions, I present Thomas Czarnecki's photoseries "From Enchantment to Down". The haunting images depict Disney princesses meeting tragic ends. Ariel is beached on the shore, Sleeping Beauty lies abandoned on the floor of what appears to be a drug den, and Pocahontas is slung over a hunter's shoulder in his room of taxidermic trophies. I hope Czarnecki is making a statement about the impossible standards of femininity, the frailty of the notions presented in those Disney classics.

  Whenever anyone tries to inform me that "punk rock is dead," I point to one of my fave bands, the Screaming Females, and say not as long as they’re still alive. And alive they are: on April 3, the New Brunswick, NJ trio will be releasing their fifth album, Ugly. To prepare for it, they’re playing a series of shows from the east coast to the southeast to Chicago. The Screaming Females have been an integral part of this generation of basement punk bands, and are one of the major artists on their DIY-punk, New Brunz-based label, Don Giovanni Records.

I actually had to take a deep breath and compose myself before sitting down to write this blog post. That’s how angry I am about this (and I’m a pretty level-headed, non-emotional sort of gal). What am I so angry about, you ask? I just read this article from Rolling Stone’s website. It’s an incredibly detailed history of certain recent events in former Republican presidential hopeful Michele Bachmann’s home district in Minnesota.

For ladies who love ladies, pop music can be kind of a downer. All the sexy divas sing about their boy toys and not about their gal pals (Katy Perry definitely does not count. I don’t care if she kissed a girl, nor if she liked it). Don’t get me wrong, I love Tegan and Sara just as much as the next grrrl. The Indigo Girls, too, have been known to provide some solid support in my times of desperate emotional need. Sometimes, though, the vibe I’m going for is less tragic-heartbroken-nostalgia and more get-your-booty-on-the-floor-and-shake-it.

I got very lucky and scored a ticket to see Björk’s BIOPHILIA live show last night at the Hall of Science out in Queens, and I’m so glad I made the trip. Performed on a round stage in the middle of the circular building, underneath a giant Tesla Coil, Björk was flanked on all sides by what everyone knows is THE secret weapon to a compelling show: A chorus of 20 girls! (just ask Karen O!).

  If you're in the NYC area this Wednesday night, be sure to check out F*CK Art: A Street Art Occupation.  Hosted by the Museum of Sex and sponsored by our very own Callie Watts' mag Candy Rain, F*CK Art is a collection of works by 20 street artists who are continuously pushing the boundaries of sexuality and public space. The show is curated by Emilie Baltz and Mark Snyder, and participating artists include Wonderpuss Octopus, DROID, Miss Van, Andrew Shirley, William Thomas Porter, and Cassius Fouler, among many others.

  Unless you've been living under a fashion rock, you've probably heard about Target's newest designer collaboration with Jason Wu. It's cute, sophisticated and hits stores this Sunday, February 5th! The collection has gotten quite a bit of buzz in the past month for its French new-wave-inspired dresses and wonderfully charming accessories. I thought I'd share the adorable new commercial featuring a cartoon cat named Milu. It's simply the cat's meow! [video:http://www.youtube.
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