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  A few months back, a radio show contacted BUST to ask if one of our staffers would be interested in going on air to discuss misogyny in the James Bond series. A loud cricket noise echoed throughout the office—nobody had watched more than one or two of the flicks. That is, nobody but me. See, I’ve watched nearly every James Bond movie ever made, aside from some of the ones during the Roger Moore years (thumbs-down, no thank you). Read More
  In what I like to view as an unconventional approach to subverting gender norms and challenging the plethora of “masculine” or “feminine” images of our childhood, Tumblr recently hoped on a Wolverine as Disney princess trend.    Well, dare I say it? This new princess fad might be even better. Buzzfeed’s Adam Ellis introduces us to... Disney princesses with beards! Clever, elegant, simple perfection. Read More
“I feel like I’m a war photographer,” says photojournalist Jo-Anne McArthur in Liz Marshall’s brave new documentary The Ghosts In Our Machine. “I am photographing history, and photographing changes in history right now, in terms of animal rights and where it’s going.” This sense of global shift—of an old world order being cleverly undermined by a newer, more compassionate one—permeates Marshall’s graphic, often upsetting meditation on how the animal kingdom is used and abused by humanity at large. Read More
  "She was a winner, Who became a doggie’s dinner…” — Nick Lowe   Would a dog-loving movie star leave her pooch to starve? Memorialized in Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon and in the eponymous pop song, Marie Prevost is best-known today as a overly-nasal actress who killed herself without anticipating that her pet dachshund would get hungry after days of not being fed. It’s a memorable Hollywood fairytale: the falling movie star who killed herself in despair and ended up being consumed by her starving-- if reluctant-- pup. Read More
  From Scary Movie onwards, Anna Faris has brilliantly subverted female lead movie tropes. In the 2011 The New Yorker piece “Funny Like A Guy,” she express her desire to verge from the Type A, likable and romantic roles offered to so many Hollywood starlets. She craves grit and authenticity: “I’d like to explore Type D, the sloppy ones,” she said.    So it makes sense that Faris’s relationship with Barbie, an early image of a stereotyped adult woman, was a little unconventional. Read More