“This isn’t just about the books. When young women read the hyper-masculine literary canon—what Emily Gould calls the “midcentury misogynists,” staffed with the likes of Roth, Mailer, and Miller—their discomfort is punctuated by the knowledge that their male peers are reading these books, identifying with them, and acting out their perspectives and narratives.”
— Amanda Hess on NO REGRETS (from n+1) in Slate. (via skeery)
10 December 2013 24 notes
As a male tribal elder I applaud your defense of the hirsute female form. It has been a lifelong fetish of mine and, in fact, I find the infantilized Barbie shaved female form absolutely repulsive.
There is nothing like a natural unshaved woman, armpits and all. What nectar lies there! Real women smell real and real men need to smell that. Please keep up your ways, it brings hope to this now tired old man who longs for the delicious textures and scents of a good Lark’s nest.
On behalf of millions of suffering men out there I bow to your sensibilities! Carry On!
10 December 2013 7 notes
Anonymous asked: How unfortunate.
5 December 2013 1 note
“O’Keefe, like the rest of us, male and female, desired both these crucial experiences: the possibility of being a subject and that of being an object—a mere body that makes the pulse quicken in someone we love.”
— on Georgia O’Keefe’s Body of Art
2 December 2013 4 notes
“In recent years, the bombshell bush has essentially disappeared. Wax-wielding estheticians and permanent lasers have whittled it down or erased it entirely. Pornography has served up a new degree of bareness. When the paparazzi shoot pantyless pop stars exiting limousines, their cameras zoom in on a barren landscape. But it wasn’t always this way. For centuries of artistic tradition, the absence of pubic hair was merely an illusion.”
— A short history of female pubic hair.
1 December 2013 11 notes
“You think I’m too old to jack off. You think, ‘He’s too old to fuck his pillow.’ But I’m not. I’m still active with my roscoe. I’m still me.”
— Charles Manson on his sex life.
22 November 2013 2 notes
“When Lily, a 26-year-old Brooklyn woman, revealed at a dinner party that her boyfriend loved a little tongue in his ass, “Someone asked, ‘Did you think that he was perhaps gay?’” She replied, “No, I thought he was perhaps human.”
— investigating the taboo against the straight male rimjob.
21 November 2013 34 notes
“The chest of the Sexiest Man Alive is permanently inscribed with a string of Mardi Gras beads. The Sexiest Man Alive has a shark tattoo, which is one step away from a dolphin. The preferred birth control method of The Sexiest Man Alive is pulling out. The Sexiest Man Alive named his band Maroon 5.”
— Adam Levine: A Close Reading
20 November 2013 6 notes
Why Feministing Matters, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Start Having Opinions
The popular narrative of bloggers transitioning to full-time punditry involves a handful of young men in Washington, D.C. But this is my story, too: I used Feministing as a career springboard. It was the first public, online space where it seemed like my opinion mattered. Before, I’d been one of those young women who said, “Aw, I don’t really know that much about this” and “Who cares what I think about that?” Feministing proved that I did know, and people did care. Learning that was more important to my future career than anything I absorbed in j-school.
20 November 2013 129 notes
Damon Bruce and the sports media boys' club
There is no excuse for not hiring women, whether your publication covers sports or tech or politics. I’m sick of hearing male EICs and CEOs say they really want to change the ratio without ever doing it. It’s not that hard. And by refusing to make it a priority, to just get the job done, the editors of those publications are the ones feeding the Damon Bruce-style trolls. Publish all the smart stuff you want about why Bruce is wrong. Just don’t ever forget that you are part of the problem too.
11 November 2013 37 notes