My Life in Burlesque: The Joy (and Pain) of Posing (Nude)

A month ago on a Tuesday morning, I was sitting in an office. Last Tuesday morning, I was lying on my back totally naked while strangers painted me.

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This Week in Misogyny is Drinking MRA Tears

Raise your hand if you’re mad as hell at the Supreme Court right about now. Yup, thought so. To find out who else you should be mad at this week, let’s take a look at the rest of the news. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny is Drinking MRA Tears

Dispatches from Ladyblogland

Ladyblogland delivered some amazing reads this week.

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My Life in Burlesque: A Photo Finish

It started when I was 15 or 16: a perpetual discomfort at having my photo taken. No, I’m not some kind of international spy or superhero. I wish.

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Sitting in a Space of Discomfort: Challenging Society’s Beauty Standards

I’ve been confronted with this concept for quite some time now, but especially since I’ve been publicly claiming a feminist identity. The common tropes and misconceptions of feminists are connected with this idea of everyone being “bra burners,” which if you’re familiar with the women’s liberation movement, bra burning actually didn’t happen on the day of the Miss American pageant back in 1968. However, the moniker for feminists remains, that being a bra burner is one that connotes an aesthetic that is displeasurable to the eye.

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