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Apparently Amber Rose’s work with feminist powerhouse Amy Schumer is no coincidence: The model recently told Cosmopolitan that the Internet has transformed her into her own “feminist monster,” and her activism combating slut-shaming proves that she’s trying to become the real deal. What got her so engaged? Social media, she tells Cosmo—more specifically, Khloe Kardashian and ex-boyfriend Kanye West’s digs at her stripper past. Read More
Every year around this time, the feminist-osphere goes all to pieces about how many women's Halloween costumes are all about being sexy (sexy ebola nurse, anyone?), and how many more women will dress up as "sexy cat" this year than, say, Grumpy Cat. But while I'll admit that the sexy Halloween costume idea is a bit uninspired, I completely understand why women do it. I mean, who can blame them? Halloween is the only day of the year where no one can be slut-shamed. It's a slut-shaming free zone. On Halloween, everyone receives a "Get out of slut-shame free" card. Read More
Dictionary entries for the word shame include “a painful emotion caused by consciousness of guilt, shortcoming, or impropriety” and “a feeling of guilt, regret, or sadness that you have because you know you have done something wrong.” Etymologically, the word comes from the Old English scamu, a “loss of esteem” or something that “brings disgrace[...] private parts.” The word is powerful, calling to mind images of our most closely held secrets and deepest insecurities. Read More
  Since Burning Man 2013, images of a mysterious hand grabbing various women’s breasts have gone viral. The photographs were anonymously distributed, but photographer Dong Xiao has identified himself as the culprit (although his claim is unverified). Although they have since been taken off of many sites by Burning Man, the damage done by this photographer leaves a mark: these women’s privacy has been violated.    Burner sociologist PJ Rey has some words to say about the posting of these images as well as the response they’ve garnered. Read More
    Let’s face it: middle school dances are terrifying. In my youth, I spent my first dance alone in the corner of the cafeteria wearing my mom’s lipstick and a clip-in french twist hairpiece, hoping that the cool girls dancing in their cool circle would come talk to me. They didn’t, and a part of me has always regretted not getting up and dancing with them (I was and still am a horrible dancer, but who cares?). Read More