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I love that feeling when two of your favorite things are suddenly merged into one beautiful internet meme (Arrested Westeros anyone?), so I was thrilled to find out about Feminist Harry Potter, a Tumblr that’s in the business of “feminist theory consciousness raising, one Harry Potter reference at a time.” One of the things that makes Harry Potter so much fun is the variety of female characters that are integral to the storylines. While the blog obviously comes from a place of love, the creator offers as much criticism as praise.

No more dillydallying, y'all. That infamous lioness of a seasonal gateway month has officially arrived, and it's time for us to take a moment of silence for our cold-weather mental struggles and then forget 'em. But fear not this task! The Montreal-born boy maestros of Plants and Animals can help you rile you up for summer road-trip fantasies with their third album, The End of That. In making The End of That, Plants and Animals abandoned their nervy, impulse-driven songwriting approach for one that took place in what the band describes as "in a cave and off the clock.

Ever since Niki and the Dove’s debut EP popped up in the BUST office last fall, I’ve been dying to see them live (and blasting their spacey, technicolor dance pop on repeat at the gym). Last week at the Under the Radar day party, I managed to catch one of their many sets at SXSW, and they absolutely lived up to the hype I’d been building in my head for months. The rest of the crowd seemed to feel the same, because Niki and the Dove finally got them dancing, despite disgustingly humid weather that even the band admitted was sort of miserable.

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.