“I'm wearing a suit by Johanna Eskelinen and shoes by Prada. I'm inspired by disco, broght colours and prints.”
22 May 2015, Pre Helsinki
According to the latest update in a 25-year-long study, TV sports news and highlights shows, like ESPN’s SportsCenter, devote under 5 percent of their coverage to women’s sports. That’s actually less than it was back in 1989.
I have a piece up at Pacific Standard today about some of the other findings from the research. The key takeaway, I think, is that this media silence—combined with the lack of enthusiasm displayed in the rare instances when women’s sports are covered—is actively thwarting the development of knowledgeable and committed fan bases for women’s athletics. The public seems to agree—in another new survey, most said the media deserved the blame for the lack of attention paid to women’s sports.
This place is good
Stewart likes to dress up! submitted by Lisa
We should do muffins and gelato. I've wanted to go to the eclair shop for ages
“I'm wearing my favorite look from my Miun AW1415 collection. I like the casualness of it, the durable material, and the fact that I can layer it with a dress shirt, for example. I mostly wear my own designs; casual, sporty and simple ones. It's a great way to test measurements and materials.”
20 May 2015, Pre Helsinki
“I'm wearing a knit and jacket by Kenzo, Customellow shorts with Minna Parikka sneakers and bag. I just wear what ever feels right at the moment. The coming summer and it's colours inspire me if anything.”
20 May 2015, Pre Helsinki
My dad's modelling is good
I'm gonna make the hell out of this
I've wanted to go here for ages
Have I ever told you guys the story about how I never used to eat cheese? The parentals don’t like cheese so by association I never ate it as a kid. Do you know what a Maccas junior burger is? A cheeseburger minus the cheese. It was no wonder I hated Maccas and it was only at the end of primary did I realise the magical powers of cheese after finally trying a cheese toastie.
And that was my segue to my visit to Buffalo Dining Club, a mozzarella bar for all the cheese lovers out there! I’ve visited Buffalo several years ago but this time I’d managed to drag the boy along because look! Giant wheel of cheese!
The Cacio e Pepe ($20) catches the eye of everyone in the room when the wheel of Grano Padano is carried out to our table and the spaghetti with olive oil, salt and pepper is mixed right in front of us. As the spaghetti is mixed in the wheel, flakes of parmesan is scraped off and transforms this amazingly simple but oh so tasty pasta. I could eat this every single day!
From the cold meat options which runs from mortadella, salamis and Jamon, I choose the San Daniele Prosciutto (60g/$9) which are delicate, thinly sliced ribbons that just about melts in the mouth. I instantly regretted not upsizing to a larger portion.
I can never resist ordering Burrata ($20) whenever I see it (other cheeses offered were Scarmoza, Buffalo, Caprino, Ciambella al Tarfuto) and picked Tempura Cauliflower and Pecorino crusted eggplant as the accompanying sides, because well, deep fry = win. The cheese also comes with some bread and crostini and a dollop of spicy nduja paste.
OOOOZY!!! Oh how I love burrata, so creamy and so deeeeelicious!
We’re also brought a jar of Buffalo’s own Chilli sauce which is pretty darn addictive, with a good amount of heat balanced with a truckload of garlic and sweetness of capsicum.
I couldn’t resist ordering the Buffalo Ricotta Gnocchi ($20) and it did not disappoint, the gnocchi was like little fluffy pillows of happiness and the napoletana sauce was rich but not overpowering.
Aaaand I had to get the Tiramisu ($10) which while creamy, was surprisingly light though I did wish there was a tad more booze in it heh
Buffalo Dining Club is pretty cosy and gets absolutely packed for dinner so if you’re like me and have issues with people and small spaces, then rocking up for lunch on a Saturday is your best option :P
Buffalo Dining Club
116 Surrey St,
Weds – Sat: midday – 11pm
Recently we ran a graph showing the evolution of facial hair trends starting in 1842. It showed that about 90% of men wore facial hair in the late 1800s, but it was a trend that would slowly die. By 1972, when the research was published, almost as many were clean shaven.
So, why did facial hair fall out of fashion?
Sociologist Rebekah Herrick gives us a hypothesis. With Jeanette Mendez and Ben Pryor, she investigated the stereotypes associated with men’s facial hair and the consequences for U.S. politicians. Facial hair is rare among modern politicians. “Currently,” they noted, “fewer than five percent of the members of the U.S. Congress have beards or mustaches” and no president has sported facial hair since William Howard Taft left office in 1913, before women had the right to vote.
Using an experimental method, Herrick and her colleagues showed people photographs of similarly appearing politicians with and without facial hair, asking them how they felt about the men and their likely positions. They found that potential voters perceived men with facial hair to be more masculine and this was a double edged sword. Higher ratings of masculinity were correlated with perceptions of competence, but also concerns that the politicians were less friendly to women and their concerns.
In other words, the more facial hair, the more people worry that a politician might be sexist:
In reality, facial hair has no relationship to a male politician’s voting record. They checked. The research suggests, though, that men in politics — maybe even all men — would be smart to pay attention to the stereotypes if they want to influence how others see them.
Thanks to my friend, Dmitriy T.C., for use of his face!Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the co-author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.
I love Kanazawa
Parramatta is cool now
Some very exciting soft serves
They ate an insane amount of pizza
I really wanna go to Melbourne and have a donut time
Alright stop, JAFFLE TIME! So the boy and I were headed to The Meat Emporium to stock up on some steaks but needed sustenance before we braved the coldness of their storeroom and I vaguely remembered that Tartine (635 Gardeners Road, Mascot) was in the area. And yes before you say anything I know Tartine is known for their tartines (open faced sandwiches) but I was super keen to try a whole bunch of their jaffles because hey, jaffles reminds me of my childhood!
Chef Anthony Telford (ex Public Dining Room) opened Tartine in Feb this year and I’m kicking myself for not visiting sooner. The space is quirky with super comfy couches and reclaimed furniture, bread comes from Brasserie Bread, meat from Haverick Meats, but best of all, everything on the menu is under 10 smackeroonies!
Jaffle stuffed with lasagne ($9.90). Wait, what? Nah your eyes did not deceive you, you read that correctly- it’s a jaffle stuffed with a whole chunk of lasagne!
Mmm lasagne innards! The textures and flavours in this baby is pretty cray, there’s the toasted white bread, the folds of soft lasagne sheets, the layer of creamy bechamel sauce and the rich tomato sauce studded with shredded beef. Gotta love me some carb on carb action!
I’ve been craving pizza all week so I just had to order the Pizza Jaffle ($9.90) which was stuffed with slices of hot salami, cheese and pizza sauce. I would’ve loved more cheese in this one but that’s because there can never been too much cheese on a pizza for me :P
I had high hopes for the Bacon and egg Jaffle ($8) but sadly the egg wasn’t oozy and gooey as I had envisioned. No matter, there was dessert to be had!
There’s 3 sweet jaffles on the menu (strawberries, ricotta, maple syrup and pear, ricotta, honey) but how could I not order the Nutella, bananas & marshmallow ($9.90)?! WOAHHH baby!!!
Innards shot! You know what’s perfect inside a jaffle? Nutella. Nutella is already awesome but when it’s all toasty warm and melty? Sublime. A river of hazelnut goodness surrounds slices of banana and gooey marshmallow and ohhh man this one is definitely one for the sweet tooths!
I’ll definitely be back to try the tartines and will definitely have to fit in another lasagne jaffle or two :P
635 Gardeners Road,
Mon – Sat: 8am – 3pm
Sun: 9am – 3pm
Meet Representative Scott DesJarlais of Tennessee, who is a poster child for that particular set of anti-choicers who oppose abortion with four exceptions: “rape, incest, the life of the mother, and me.”
Rep. Scott DesJarlais (R-TN) publicly opposes abortion and has repeatedly run for office as a pro-life candidate. Last week, he was one of 242 House members to vote for a proposed 20-week abortion ban that has become one of the top priorities for the current GOP-controlled Congress.
An anti-abortion Republican casting a vote in favor of an abortion restriction is not typically newsworthy. However, DesJarlais’ positions on the subject are particularly controversial, thanks to evidence that emerged in 2012 that revealed he has advocated for at least three legal abortions in his personal life.
Three years ago, transcripts related to the congressman’s divorce trial showed that DesJarlais supported his ex-wife’s decision to legally end two pregnancies. He also had several extramarital affairs, and once pressured a 24-year-old woman to have an abortion after she told him she was pregnant with his child. “You told me you’d have an abortion, and now we’re getting too far along without one,” DesJarlais told the woman in a recorded phone conversation. “If we need to go to Atlanta, or whatever, to get this solved and get it over with so we can get on with our lives, then let’s do it.”
As Tara notes at ThinkProgress, DesJarlais’s “the only moral abortion is my abortion” stance is not atypical. Lots of people who identify as pro-life find their opposition to abortion is suddenly slightly less absolute when they themselves (or their partner or daughter) become unexpectedly pregnant.
But as the media again questions him after his most recent anti-choice vote, DesJarlais’s camp is insisting that he has a “100 percent pro-life voting record” and has “always advocated for pro-life values.” In reality, the publicly available evidence suggests he supported one woman in her choice to have abortions (pro-choice), pressured another woman to have one (anti-choice), and is using his legislative power to prevent the rest of us from having the freedom to make the same decision he’s benefited from in his personal life (hypocrite).
Header image credit: AP/Mark Humphrey
By Guest Contributor Anna Cabe
Like many feminist-cum-superhero fanatics, I eagerly awaited the Marvel Cinematic Universe mini-series, Agent Carter, the company’s first real attempt at a female hero-driven property. In many ways, it delivers. The show makes good use of its 1940’s setting with strong costume and set design and snappy period music. The cast are mostly wonderful and show great chemistry—with the standout, of course, being Hayley Atwell, the titular Strategic Scientific Reserve (S.S.R.) Agent Peggy Carter.
Agent Carter Premiere Poster, via Marvel Cinematic Universe Wikia.
As Agent Carter, Atwell kicks multiple men’s (and one equally badass woman’s) asses, wrings tears from viewers’ eyes, makes us laugh with an archly delivered quip, and looks smashing in an evening gown and red lipstick. She flips the script of the superhero’s girlfriend—She doesn’t die! She isn’t always being rescued!—and has her own adventures after her boyfriend, Captain America, “dies.” When I finally finished the season (I live overseas with sketchy Internet so I’m slow to catch up to broadcast shows), I sang its praises all over Twitter and Facebook.
That said, Agent Carter has not escaped criticism for limitations when it comes to both race and gender, namely a painfully white and very male cast. Defenders of the casting have deflected this criticism in the name of “historical accuracy,” as though American history is exclusively white unless the subject is slavery, immigration, and the Civil Rights Movement. And of course, this is a show set in an alternate timeline in which superhuman Captain America is the United States’ first line of defense against a Nazi supervillain named Red Skull. A few substantial brown characters hardly seems a stretch of credibility or a distortion of history by comparison.
Indeed, Agent Carter’s roster represents a lost opportunity to cast meaty roles for Black actors in particular, as the New York City of the era had a vibrant Black culture and societybarely touched in the series. Building on this criticism, in this piece I explore how Agent Carter also marginalizes Asians.
Firstly, there aren’t many Asian faces on the cast. Only two Asian characters get any significant screen-time: a woman who is one of Howard Stark’s many former conquests and is unnamed onscreen in episode 6, “A Sin to Err,” and S.S.R. Agent Mike Li, introduced—and promptly killed off—in episode 5, “The Iron Ceiling.” To put it concisely, one is a red-shirt, killed off to show the danger the main characters are in, and the other merely more evidence of Howard Stark’s raging libido and callousness towards women. At least we know Stark’s pecker is #YesAllWomen. Okay, gotcha.
Edith Oberon, Howard Stark’s former paramour, in “A Sin to Err” (1.6). via Marvel Cinematic Universe Wikia.
In the “The Iron Ceiling,” Peggy, Agent Thompson (Chad Michael Murray), and the Howling Commandos go into the U.S.S.R. to track a lead on Howard Stark. S.S.R. believes Stark has committed treason by selling his dangerous inventions to enemy powers. By this point, we know Agent Thompson as a competent agent and a Navy Cross winner but also an arch-chauvinist, having told Peggy in the last episode, “The Blitzkrieg Button,” that no man would ever see her as an equal and believing up until the mission really goes underway in the U.S.S.R that Peggy will be a burden and not an asset. We also know Thompson received his Navy Cross for service in the Pacific Theater in World War II, after he killed six Japanese soldiers about to attack his sleeping camp in Okinawa.
As it turns out, however, Agent Thompson isn’t the hero his country thinks he is. At the end of “The Iron Ceiling,” Thompson—who has showed signs of PTSD throughout the episode—admits to Peggy that the soldiers he killed had come to his camp to surrender. He hadn’t noticed their white flag until it was too late.
“I’ve been trying to tell that story since I came home from war,” he says to Peggy.
“You just did,” she answers sympathetically.
Agent Thompson confesses to Agent Carter in “The Iron Ceiling,” via Marvel Cinematic Universe Wikia.
The exchange is meant to be a tender moment of bonding between two people who, up to this point, have been antagonistic; it’s a moment of character-deepening vulnerability for Agent Thompson. Both Atwell and Murray sell the hell out of the scene.
And yet, it doesn’t completely work for me.
The problem: humanizing Agent Thompson’s character comes, as it so often does in TV storytelling, at the cost of treating people of color as marginal and purely instrumental bodies. Time and again we see how the deaths of people of color or white women are used to generate sympathy for white male characters, to give their seemingly impermeable armor a few cracks. The viewer is invited to lament—oh no! They died because of him? Because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Let’s pity the man for his mistake. To err is to be human.
But “human” is a label rarely afforded those whose deaths are used to create a tragic backstory for more central, white characters. Agent Thompson’s Japanese victims aren’t given the time or space to be human, much less superhuman; they are mere specters that haunt Thompson’s past. What’s more, the kinds of bodies that too often serve this narrative function belong to the already marginalized, to those already denied anything resembling significant, nuanced characterization in television and other media.
The cheap tragedy of Agent Thompson’s backstory is highlighted by the fact that the incident isn’t meaningfully brought up again in Agent Carter. Thompson is nicer to Peggy after confiding in her, but to the show’s credit, he doesn’t really change substantially by the end. When Peggy, Howard Stark, Stark’s butler and Peggy’s sidekick Jarvis, and a team of S.S.R. agents, who finally recognize Peggy’s worth, save the day, Thompson takes all the credit and buries any mention of Peggy’s or the disabled Agent Sousa’s contributions. Because if he already lied about the much bigger problem of having murdered six surrendering soldiers, why not lie again for another prize?
There’s really no one on the show to push back against Agent Thompson’s lying. Peggy chose compassion, and as I mentioned before, there’s no developed Asian, much less specifically Japanese, character in the show who might challenge Thompson on that count. Hell, the only Asian agent with a name, Agent Li, dies in the same episode Agent Thompson confesses that he isn’t a WWII hero.
This episode is especially galling given the historical setting of the show. The United States imprisoned Japanese-American citizens in internment camps all along the West Coast because they might be “dangerous,” just as Agent Thompson assumed the soldiers approaching his camp to be. There are also troubling echoes of all-too-real coverups of U.S. military atrocities, and the lack of consequences for those responsible when such atrocities are brought to light. When American soldiers murdered about 500 Vietnamese people in My Lai hamlet, mostly women, children, and the elderly, on March 16, 1968, claiming, incorrectly, they were harboring Viet Cong, the murders were covered up for nearly a year by high-ranking officials. The eventual leak of the story led to such outrage that 14 officers were charged with the crime in 1970.
Only one was convicted.
This history of the U.S. government and its military abducting, detaining, killing, and hiding from sight the Asian bodies they fear and call enemy makes the erasures of Agent Carter all the more painful. This is the history in which the bodies are buried and forgotten.
With yesterday’s announcement Agent Carter has been renewed for a second season, its creators have a new opportunity to respond to this and other criticisms. Let us hope that the bodies they uncover in the future—Asian bodies and all the bodies of the marginalized—stay unburied and unforgotten.
Anna Cabe lives, teaches, and writes in Indonesia. Her work appears or is upcoming in The Hairpin, The Toast, the Atticus Review, and Pink Pangea, among others. She will be attending Indiana University-Bloomington’s MFA program as a fiction candidate in the fall. In her spare time, she’s either ranting about movies on Twitter (@annablabs) or killing it at karaoke.
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4 Webz. Seems dumb. Only 1 feijoa thing