Miz J, Miz J, Miz J: I will never not forgive this woman for raising the bar on being real. As a woman who’s had her sex life used to define her all her life, Miz J’s piece came at a particular time when I said, “Fuck it. I am promiscuous. I identify as a […]
There are few four-letter words as nasty as the word “slut.” Few other words elicit such intense disdain, self-righteousness, or indignation. But what it actually means to be a slut in our culture is rife with complexities.
I have had sex with 37 men. Whether or not this qualifies as being promiscuous in the modern age is up for debate, but suffice it to say that I’ve had enough sex with enough men that I’ve forgotten some of their names (assuming I ever knew them).
The hyper-misogynistic sexual exploitation of Asian women in American culture is one of the racist paradigms that can perhaps most easily be traced back to recent history. For this reason, I am always gobsmacked when people try to brush it off as merely “a preference.”
In Roseanne Barr’s recent article for New York Magazine the actress recounts her years as the star of the ’80s laugh-track sitcom Roseanne and how, contrary to her reputation, she found fame to be the real bitch along with all the bitches in the television industry that will tear you down, rip you off and sell […]
A couple years ago my cousin told me she had started a blog. Despite my fear of technology I began reading it regularly. I soon learned that there was an entire community of “bloggers” on the interwebs, some of whom were women of color that were sharing brilliant opinions on a diverse range of interests. […]
Last week I wrote a scathing rant about the ad campaign for USA Network”™s new female-led legal drama Fairly Legal. In my rage I failed to realize the title was a play on the term “barely legal”, making it even more nauseating and demeaning to women than I originally thought. So I when I tuned into the pilot last week I was fully prepared to see another mini skirt-clad, glamorous-yet-adorably-flighty working girl bumbling about with file folders and shouting “I object!” as the barista hands her the wrong latte on the way to the office. I was only half right.
I have been down with USA Network since the days of the good ol’ Cartoon Express. Although they tend to get overlooked every year during awards season over the years the quiet geniuses in USA’s programming department have managed to tap into the innermost workings of the American t.v. viewer’s brain (I am convinced that they […]
Maybe it”™s because I grew up in the 80s, when dancewear was all the rage and everyone wanted to be Jennifer Beals or Olivia-Newton John or just about anyone on Fame. Or maybe it”™s because I remember how the triumph of Jennifer Lopez”™s fly girl style over Kate Moss”™s heroin chic in the mid-90s left me giddily anticipating the day I could rock spandex to a beat down the boulevard with the confidence of a grown woman. It”™s probably for both of these reasons, among others I thought obvious, that I have been overjoyed to see leggings re-emerge in fashion over the last five years.
I don”™t bake. Baking involves following precise instructions, taking careful measurements and distinguishing between things like baking soda and baking powder. None of which is easy to do after my customary four or five glasses of wine while cooking. So I”™m always looking for good, easy recipes to add to my files under “dessert” (known also in my house as “breakfast”). This recipe appealed to me because it essentially calls for taking several ingredients that you might find lying around during the holidays, dumping them in a bowl and baking them.