We’ve got lots of cool readings this week, ranging from confused MRAs who don’t understand cat-based satire to why Cosmo‘s sex positions for lesbians are ridiculous. But there’s a lot of bad news too, including Ray Rice’s two-fucking-game suspension, assaults at SDCC, and slut-shaming Nicki Minaj and the Bachelorette. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply. Read More This Week in Misogyny is Staging a Topless Protest
Confession: I don’t own a television. Before you start throwing things, I’m not self-righteous about it. (I don’t think anyone with an affinity for The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills can be. Camille forever!) I regularly have TV nights with friends (at their apartments, of course) and I think Hulu is one of the greatest inventions known to humanity. In fact, it’s how I discovered Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23.
The Oxford English Dictionary defines “fontrum” as, well”¦ nothing. Because it’s not a real word. But Urban Dictionary understands my affliction:
Feeling embarrassment for someone that doesn’t have enough common sense to feel the embarrassment that they should be feeling for themselves for their actions. [sic]
Summer television isn’t known for its quality. Personally, whenever the regular season ends, that’s when I usher in the Era of the DVD/Netflix, at least until the fall. But when I look over the summer lineup, I see so much missed opportunity for fresh, innovative television ““ simply by smashing two shows together, one can get a fascinating new television experience. Read More Summer TV Line Up With a Twist