off the record
Vice.com’s revealing interview with Bret Easton Ellis may have been a little TL;DR for a Tuesday afternoon, but looking at it this morning with fresh eyes? Holy moly, is this ever a goldmine. Yeezus is going to be a movie, maybe? Wait, hold on, let’s save it for the list.
Last Thursday, Off the Record found itself in a nondescript room in Tribeca with a copy of Thursday’s New York Times in our lap, dissecting the paper of record from a feminist perspective.
“Taking something so popular is really our jumping-off point to get at what feminism means today,” said Jen Kennedy, a Canadian writer Read More
The film begins as a study session but as it goes on, five women undress, go to a hallway, cover themselves with raw eggs and then there’s a dead bird. Read More
As Seen On TV
Though she’s agreed to the label of “feminist” before, Beyoncé–like many female celebrities–hasn’t always been eager to wear that title. “That word can be very extreme,” she told British Vogue last year. “But I guess I am a modern-day feminist. I do believe in equality. Why do you have to choose what type of woman you are? Why do you have to label yourself anything?”
No matter what she calls herself, Beyoncé is standing up again for gender equality in her essay that appeared on the Shriver Report yesterday.
Have you noticed that in the last several years, most of the “brilliant” TV shows on AMC, Showtime and HBO star these dangerous, psychopathic anti-heroes? From Dexter to Don Draper, Nick Brody to Rick Grimes, Walter White to the ultimate don, Tony Soprano, one gets the sense that while the rest of American culture is taking one step forward on progressive women’s rights issues, our beloved TV shows are moving us two steps back.
And what’s weird is how we love these horrible men. “I’m such a Carrie” no longer refers to the ultimate Bradshaw, but the bipolar Claire Danes on Homeland … the kind of gal who falls in love with a terrorist, despite the fact that he ends up subjecting her to electro-shock therapy treatments after they have sex. And they are still in love, or something! How sexy is that, ladies?
But wait, it gets worse…
Two weeks ago, feminist Camille Paglia did an interview with Salon.com in which she came out as the world’s biggest fan of The Real Housewives franchise, calling it “a revelation of the deep truth about female sexuality.” She added:
It’s like the Discovery Channel—sending a camera to the African savannah to watch the cheetahs stalking the gazelles! What you’re seeing is the primal battles going on among women. Men are marginalized on these shows—they’re eye candy, to use Obama’s phrase, on the borderlines of the ferocity of female sexuality.
We decided to call up Aviva Drescher, RHONY’s newest villainess (though we still think she’s very nice), to get her reaction to the compliment.
My girlfriend of four years, Sabrina, and I have been in an ongoing conversation about babies. Should we recruit a gay friend, adopt, or go the sperm bank route?
Those are the tough ones. The question of breastfeeding, luckily, is a subject on which we both agree: It’s not going to happen.
In Read More
It’s odd to see chain-email forwards in 2012; they seem like a relic of the late ’90s, when email was still the best way to share information with a mass of people one knew (as opposed to, say, Facebook in 2012). More often than not, they seemed intent on propagating something, whether it was a belief, a superstition or an awful joke that parents find funny.
We found ourselves on the receiving end of one today, however, that struck a chord of curiosity from one person who sent it on.
Occupy Wall Street
As a single man, I live for the single girl.
With the passing of Helen Gurley Brown, the original Cosmo girl, the old debates about her retro-progressive, sex-positive brand of feminism will be rekindled. And even as she is lauded as a catalyst for a spectacular wave of newfound sexual empowerment among a gender that was often brow-beaten and moralized into frigid submission, she may well perpetually be reviled by the old-school feminist cadres whose humorlessness almost ruined feminism for the rest of us.
Ugh, women. Can’t they go five minutes without ruining a rally against corporate greed with their claims of inter-protest misogyny, objectification, and rape?
When filmmaker Steven Greenstreet created his Tumblr Hot Chicks of Occupy Wall Street in mid-October, he was attempting to show “the sexy side of protesting.” Unsurprisingly, his site was only up for a day before feminist blogs tore into the “creepy voyeur” for what they perceived as a sexist objectification of women – many of whom were photographed apparently without their knowledge or consent.