Tricia Louvar is a professional creative sparkplug, a mover of words + ink + paint + sweat. She works, trains, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.0 Comments
The Seth Rollins vs. Jon Stewart feud just got physical.
In case you haven’t been following along, the issue between the two started with Seth Rollins threw shade at ‘The Daily Show’ during a segment on Raw. Stewart responded by cutting a promo, Rollins responded and the two came face-to-face on ‘The Daily Show’ itself.
Rollins continued the beef on Monday’s Raw, staging his own Daily Show episode in the middle of the ring, complete with jokes about Rosewater, anti-New Jersey cracks and J&J Security cackling in the background. Stewart arrived via entrance music and pre-prepared TitanTron video, confronted Rollins and ran him down for being “a swat team stripper with Lady Gaga’s hair.”
Their argument almost came to blows until Randy Orton interrupted, and then it came to … uh, low blows as Stewart escaped. And now here it is, your moment of zen.
The woodpecker landed in front of us and I feared the worst. I guess though our presence, maybe 25 metres away, momentarily distracted the weasel. The woodpecker seized the opportunity and flew up and away into some bushes away to our left. Quickly the bird gathered its self respect and flew up into the trees and away from our sight.
The woodpecker left with its life, the weasel disappeared into the long grass, hungry. (Via)
Here’s the un-zoomed shot, courtsey of Le-May:
COURTESY OF MARTIN LE-MAY
Caption contest? Caption contest. “Take me to your lead—weeeeeeeeee!”
An oddly enjoyable read
Here are three face masks I have in current rotation, as well as a guide to using them appropriately and some little-known facts about the restorative powers of slathering a fine layer of goo over your lady face in order to trick a man into thinking you're pretty and then marrying you, lol, shoutout to my husband if he's reading this. None of them contain placenta because I have tried to be open-minded about the fact that The Hairpin is now exclusively a placenta products blog but honestly I am struggling with it at this point in time.
1. Chamomile Concentrate Anti-Blemish Masque, Aesop
Definitely my favorite, two tiny thumbs way up, I love this masque so much. The fact that they spell it with the "que" should tell you just how fancy you'll feel when you spread a very thin layer over your red pimply cheek while you think about how great and clear your skin was when you were eating well and exercising all the time and hope that you can buy your way to a conventional level of attractiveness because that is about all the effort you can be bothered to put it into anything that is not work/red-wine based social gatherings/all-day GChat conversation/constantly refreshing Twitter-related.
This is the masque I use when I really want to look nice but I don't have a lot of time; it dries in like five minutes, tops, so I put it on right before I get into the shower and I really do think my skin looks AND feels better immediately afterwards. Also it smells so good!!
Good for: people who believe acne is their body judging them for their poor life decisions.
2. Luminizing Black Mask, Boscia
Very good mask, not as fancy in the spelling, but still worth a try. I have heard from some friends with sensitive skin that it can be a little irritating, so, you know, I guess this is the obligatory part of my #beauty #content when I tell you to always do a patch test before a full face; drink the milk without buying the cow etc. Taking it off in front of a friend or a husband is always great because it looks fucking horrifying when you're peeling it off your face. It "dries," I guess, but the consistency stays kind of slick, so you look like you are peeling off whatever that black goo Scarlett Johansson trapped her victims with in Under The Skin, have you seen that? I just watched it, I liked it, I like any horror movie about torturing men that reminds me of my beauty products, so.
Good for: people who like to terrify their friends/roommates/significant others with their skincare regimens, also probably for people with tough not-sensitive skin shells and who want a good solid layer of skin removed.
3. Clear Improvement Active Charcoal Mask, Origins
Just bought this impulsively last weekend. I went into Sephora for "one quick second" to just replace "one moisturizer," ALWAYS a terrible idea, I can't even tell you what I bought or what I spent because listen I've already told you way too much about me and even I have my limits, but this was a last-minute addition to those little baskets Sephora employees hand out smugly like "lol yeah right you're only buying the amount of products you can fit in your tiny hands just take this and give us all your money you dumb bitch." Anyway what was I saying? Oh right, this mask. Yes. I am glad I bought it. I had been wanting a really traditional clay/charcoal type mask for those days when I just feel really UNCLEAN. Last Wednesday I had the worst day, like I commend the universe for the "kick me" sign it put on my back because it was truly effective, and so I went out for "just for one drink" which is basically like the "just running into Sephora for one product" of bars, and when I woke up the next morning I very calmly went straight to this bottle and slathered SO much ALL over my face and sat on the floor beside my bed with my back up against the frame until I could feel the mask crackling—this mask has a very satisfying multi-sensory layer to it, I love hearing it dry—and then I got up and took the HOTTEST shower and came out with all my problems and stresses steamed away. It was great.
Good for: people who are little babies about normal problems and like to put a skincare-treatment buffer between a bad day and a good day.
HONORARY MENTION: Fabulous Face Oil, Aesop
I use this every night. Lol jk I use this on the nights when I actually feel like taking care of my skin (a generous estimate would put this occurrence at three-four times per week) and it also smells so good. It feels so good. Like of all the dumb superfluous products you don't really need but rely on because they relax some base part of your lady brain, an OIL is SURELY the most luxurious texture available on the market. The product comes in a DROPPER. That is some top-notch-boss-lady-self-care-treat-yourself shit.
Good for: people who know they're fucking worth it (you).
Previously: What Happens If You Put Placenta On Your Face?19 Comments
His mother must be so proud.
In 2012, 23-year-old Jyoti Singh was returning from a night at the movies with a male friend in Delhi, India when they caught a ride on a minibus. Inside, six men beat her with iron rods and gang-raped her. She died two days later from her injuries. In a jailhouse interview, one of the men convicted in the attack now says the rape was Singh's fault, because she was out at night.
This is one of the best ideas that is going to get people the fuck shot
Can somebody tell me something? Why does Skeletor look like he’s jerkin’ dicks in EVERY GIF I FIND OF HIM???
I love her forever.
Martha Stewart, seen above telling the folks at Chipotle how big to make her burrito, sat down with Andy Cohen at 92nd Street Y to promote her new book, Living the Good Long Life: A Practical Guide to Caring. It was there that Stewart revealed that she’s got some serious joint rolling skills, and she’s critical of other folk’s sloppy work. From The Hollywood Reporter:
“I was driving here tonight … and there was this stupid ice cream truck in front of me. ‘Something Good Cream’ or something. And we pulled up right next to it … and a girl and a guy were smoking joints … I said, ‘Boy, those are sloppy joints.'”
To which she added, “Of course I know how to roll a joint.”
She credits her knowledge to rolling cigarettes, but I think it’s a lot more fun to picture Martha Stewart lighting up and chilling out to Lee “Scratch” Perry. Most likely eating Jell-O pudding with a big wooden spoon.
Later she was grilled on her f*ck, marry, kill choices between Donald Trump, Michael Bloomberg, and Bill Gates (called shag, marry, kill in the interview, which is lame). You can see the results below or you can easily guess her choices through common sense. Trump is clearly doomed before a word is spoken.
(Via The Hollywood Reporter)
File this under “things the elderly get that I want now in my 30s.” The “Robear” designed by Japanese robotics company RIKEN is primarily designed to lift elderly patients out of bed and into wheelchairs, taking off the strenuous burden that normally rests on human caregivers. Japan is expecting a large elderly population in the coming decades and RIKEN wants to capitalize on this and the fact that we can’t really spend our time taking care of our aging parents anymore because jobs.
My questions of course are, do they talk like Teddy Ruxpin? Will they give you random hugs?
Please give me a Robear, I cannot get out of bed in the morning and this is the perfect solution. He can just plop me directly into the bath tub and maybe insert a coffee IV into my arm every morning. [Engadget]
The Conservative Political Action Conference—the largest and most influential gathering of conservative activists every year—is typically portrayed as a freak show. This reputation isn’t always unfair. On the main stage in a given year, you might watch a video montage of cable news luminaries saying mean things about the National Rifle Association’s Wayne LaPierre, or you might see Sarah Palin waving a Big Gulp over her head, or you might hear Duck Dynasty’s Phil Robertson discuss how long it takes to contract genital herpes. If you wander down Radio Row, where talk radio hosts snag conservative VIPs for quick impromptu interviews, you’ll see frat bros sporting blue blazers and American flag shorts, Tea Party activists in breeches and tri-corner hats, and a tall mustachioed gentleman in a cowboy hat and a “Cops Say Legalize Pot Ask Me Why” T-shirt. (He’s there every year.)
Admit that you're singing it.
"Draw up the papers!"
"Well, my accountant says…"
"Sorry, I was in a committee meeting…"
"Well, my lawyer says…"
"This was one of the toughest decisions we had to make in this competition…"
"I took the company car."
"Well, my psychic says…"
"My husband…well, one of my husbands…"
"You'll never work in this town again!"
"Well, my personalized GOOP newsletter says…"
"My gigayacht… well, one of my gigayachts…"
"And can I have guacamole on my burrito? It's ok if it's extra."3 Comments
Odd! Not what I would have guessed, and the percentages are CRAZY
The gender pay gap has been getting a lot attention. It's an issue needs to be addressed proactively, but it can be useful to know the industries where this gap is widest. Here are the worst paying jobs for women, based on median earnings.
Can we see this?
Home Theater Films
According to director Corbin Bernsen (yes, the former LA Law actor known, according to his IMDB bio, for his “blond and brash, rugged, hirsutely handsome good looks, impish grin and aggressive courting style”) the idea for Christian Mingle: The Movie (which hit DVD last month and aired on UP TV February 8th) didn’t come from Christian Mingle, it came from Bernsen. To hear Bernsen tell it, he just thought that a Christian Mingle movie was something that should exist, so he approached the Christian Mingle people, and they were kind enough to let him use the name. Pro tip: if you don’t want people to think your movie is a paid advertisement for Christian Mingle, maybe don’t call it Christian Mingle: The Movie.
Though you might not know him beyond his aggressive courting, Bernsen has actually directed four previous faith-based films™. He has been described as a born-again Christian in various bios, but when asked the question directly, he tends to reject the label. He speaks earnestly and fairly unobnoxiously about his faith, and in general, sounds like a more accessible alternative to Kirk Cameron, the kind of guy who’d tell you you can believe in God without hating queers or thinking bananas refute evolution. Basically, he doesn’t seem like a heartless profiteer looking to pimp the same horseshit cultural divide, and I tend to think that’s reason enough not to just sh*t on him out of hand. A decent film with a Christian message? Let’s at least admit the possibility.
A kinder, better, gentler kind of Christian, the kind you could bring home to your agnostic mom. I like that. Was his film still a chore to sit through? Oh sweet mother of God yes.
Bernsen described his idea for Christian Mingle: The Movie thusly:
I was talking with my business partner, thinking, “Why can’t there be Christian movies that are faith based, but are just genre films? Instead of the educational, hit-people-over-the-head-with-Jesus movies every time, why not a romantic comedy?”
A fine idea (I guess?), but it seems that in combining the home-spun Christian indie with the soft rock of film genres, Bernsen has created a supernova of caucasity, a movie so white it’d make a Lands End catalog look like Jet Magazine. It stars Party of Five‘s Lacey Chabert as Gwyneth Hayden (a name so white it makes Rooney Mara sound like Quvenzhane Wallis), a single gal with a great job, some gabby girlfriends, and a sassy black secretary. But NO MAN, wouldn’t you know it. Her dishy GFs tell her she’s going to die alone if she doesn’t settle, in typical high-larious rom-com fashion. She works (“works”) as a marketing professional (of course) at the “Maritime Advertising Agency,” under head honcho Stephen Tobolowsky (of Ned Ryerson fame), who shows up to work in a captain’s hat, wears ties with tiny anchors on them, and summons his employees to work with pronouncements like “Clear the decks!” It’s a theme, get it? That’s just good clean comedy writin’ right there.
After being disappointed with the usual dating options, represented solely by a set-up date with a guy who keeps looking past her at the other girls at the bar and makes conversation like “I love stinky cheese. Clogs the pipes, but…”, Gwyneth sees a Christian Mingle commercial on TV one night and decides to take the plunge. Her friends are skeptical, but she assures them “It’s a very popular and legit dating site.” Smash cut to her meet cute with a lost Manning brother played by Jonathan Patrick Moore, the suitably boring named “Paul Wood.” And we’re off!
Now, a note on styling. Some months back, I attended a Halloween party where one of the guys there had dressed as a “basic bitch” – big, done-up wig, dangly earrings, Lululemon pants tucked into Ugg boots, robe top with sash cinch, big sunglasses, and a Starbucks latte cup as a prop. It was uncanny how much he predicted Lacey Chabert’s character in Christian Mingle, the unsatirical basic bitch come to life. If it seems unfair to focus so much on styling, well, facade is really all there is. This entire movie feels like it was filmed inside an IKEA show room. The characters aren’t people, they’re catalog representations of middle class whiteness.
Home Theater Films
Home Theater Films
It’s like bland wholesomeness and aspirational styling had a mutant baby that begged you to shoot it in the head. Do they make flannel bullets? Can you hang yourself with a braided belt? Suddenly I want to join the Black Panthers.
But whereas, say, Heaven Is For Real would unabashedly sell you these people as avatars for the “real America,” Christian Mingle is at least self-aware enough to inject some honest introspection. The trailer has an actual record scratch when Wood brings up his “love for the Lord,” and his character is at least self-conscious about how ridiculous he sounds when he refers to his father as “Papa.” Make no mistake, the fact that he’s the love interest for a lost and confused latte-loving city girl (the “city” here being represented by Turlock, California, which is hilarious) is absolutely representative of a deep desire to return to a lost (and mostly imaginary) halcyon era of side-part fifties whiteness, to avoid the hard work of living in a complex modern world. They earnestly sell this fantasy, but are at least aware enough to be embarrassed about it.
The difficulty for The Christian Mingle movie comes in the complication, that part of every rom-com where the love interest finds out the protagonist began the relationship under false pretenses (say, there was a bet that he could make her the coolest girl at her high school, or she’s actually her own mother after a body swap curse), and they split up for a while. The false pretense in Christian Mingle Is Gwyneth “pretending” to be a Christian. Which is revealed when Gwyneth’s too-perfect romantic rival finds a “Christianity For Dummies” book in Gwyneth’s bag on a mission trip to San Luis Potosi. She shows it to Paul’s mom, played by Morgan Fairchild, in front of the entire horrified congregation. Gwyneth read a book? What a Godless f*cking loser!
It’s one of the all-time great record scratch moments, but it also raises the question: if someone wants to be a Christian and is trying really hard to be one, doesn’t that make them a Christian? What else does she need? A baptism? A “blessed” tattoo? Is there hazing, like a holy hell week to commemorate the end of pledge period? It feels like an attempt to placate the Christian base, who might resent a Johnny Come Lately who gets to be a Christian just because she says she is one.
To address this and begin her path to marriageability, Gwyneth tells us via voiceover, “It wasn’t enough to talk about God, I had to know God personally. So we started… a conversation.”
This conversation happens on the most literal terms possible – God, represented by a celestial ray of sunshine (of course), beams through Gwyneth’s window to wake her. “Leave me alone!” she shouts at the Heavens, drawing the curtains. Which “God” blows open again with a sound effect-aided gust of wind. “Ugh, you are so obvious!” Gwyneth says.
I guess it’s supposed to represent Gwyneth wrestling with her faith, but all I could think of was what a nightmare person someone who thought everything in life, down to the smallest ray of sunshine or gust of breeze was God trying to speak directly to them. That news report about a genocide in Uganda was probably just God’s way of telling me not to eat the rest of this quesadilla!
That’s when Gwyneth receives a letter from a smiling ethnic child, still grateful to her white savior in her time of need. “Yer changin’ that girl’s life. Nope, she’s changin’ mine,” and whatnot.
Home Theater Films
Home Theater Films
It’s an amazing scene, featuring a letter, read by a little girl with a hilariously bad attempt at a Mexican accent (honestly, how hard was that to find in Southern California?), that starts “Dear Señorita. My sorry por my English no so good…”
That’s it! God speaking through a kind hearted little stereotype from It’s A Small World! Gwyneth should quit her evil marketing job and go get validated by brown people! So she moves back down to Mexico to teach, and by “Mexico” I mean the most hilariously on-the-nose Mr. Belvedere set you’ve ever seen.
Home Theater Films
Does that kid have a pet burro? You bet your ass that kid has a pet burro.
Home Theater Films
That’s the thing: Christian Mingle: The Movie wants to be a movie about faith, but mostly it’s a movie where ching chong background music plays when the characters go out for sushi and at least one kid has to be wearing a straw cowboy hat and walking a pet burro to make sure you know they’re in Mexico. Gwyneth takes Paul out for sushi (which he tries valiantly not to be grossed out by), Paul takes Gwyneth out to his family’s favorite restaurant, I sh*t you not, “Steak and Cake.” The film thinks it’s about this culture clash, but mostly it’s just about two people who are really f*cking white.
Christian Mingle: The Movie, aka The Unbearable Whiteness Of Believing.
Vince Mancini is a writer and comedian living in San Francisco. You can find more of his work on FilmDrunk, the Uproxx network, the Portland Mercury, the East Bay Express, and all over his mom’s refrigerator. Fan FilmDrunk on Facebook, find the latest movie reviews here.
Marvel just unmasked its newest superhero and the big twist isn’t just that it’s a woman — it’s that Gwen Stacy is Spider-Woman.
You may remember Gwen — she was Peter Parker’s (aka Spider-Man) ex-girlfriend, most recently played by Emma Stone in “The Amazing Spider-Man” (and personally, my pick for who Spider-Man should have ended up with instead of that abysmal Mary Jane). Now, for a single issue, Marvel will be giving Gwen her own storyline as a mutant super-hero, complete with a transformation by way of one very radioactive spider. The issue is part of the Edge of Spider-Verse miniseries that imagines a world in which other people are Spider-Man/Woman instead of Peter Parker.
While Spider-Woman (and her badass costume!) may be a one-off, Marvel has been committing now more than ever to having kickass women save the world in boundary pushing ways — last October they announced female Thor, and earlier in 2014, the company announced the latest Ms. Marvel would be a Muslim teenager, Kamala Khan. Cool! [USA Today]
[Images via Comicbooks.com]
Joey is the only one who makes it out alive. Who knew.
Because we currently live in a digital renaissance of eternal contrarianism, a widespread dislike of “Friends” is something that, I, a diehard “Friends” fan, have come to accept from the general populace with the same resigned disdain that I generally reserve for Republicans and leafy greens. I get that everyone loved “Friends” for so long that it’s now officially cool to hate on “Friends.” I hold out hope for a time a few years from now where liking “Friends” will be so subversive and hip that my enduring fandom will finally render me cool as fuck, but until then, I’ll continue to fight the good fight against idiots who dare to utter a furtively whispered, “I never really liked ‘Friends’ that much,” in my presence.
That’s not to say I don’t see its limitations. It took half a series to give up the “Monica is desperate for a man” storyline, nine seasons for a black love interest, and in today’s America, Joey would be labeled a street harasser and lambasted by a viral video. I can even explain away most of these without compromising my beliefs (Monica’s real story was her focused drive towards everything important in her life, Ross’s Season One girlfriend was Chinese, Joey displayed an immense penchant to learn and better himself back when he bought encyclopedias from Penn Jillette in Season 4 and learned about friendship from Mr. Wigglemunch and The Grumpus in Season 9). But the one thing in the show I can no longer pretend doesn’t exist? The fact that Dr. Ross Geller, PhD., is a men’s rights activist.
It’s no secret that Ross was always the weakest link in the beloved six — his hair was over-gelled, he was always creepily touchy with his sister Monica, and he could literally never, ever be wrong. But he was always Ross — the “good guy.” Poor beleaguered Ross, who loved Rachel for so long and raised a son as a single parent, couldn’t be as odious as your run of the mill men’s rights activist, who thinks feminism is the root of all evil and women should be subjugated by the stronger sex. But where else have we heard that “I’m just a nice guy” shtick before? Oh, right, Isla Vista mass murderer Elliot Rodger’s manifesto. The nice guy fallacy is exactly that — a fallacy — based on the theory that women should want to be with a guy based on his self-determined virtue, and Ross Geller, well, he’s your ultimate over-entitled “nice guy.”
He’s The Poster Child For Nice Guy Syndrome
Ross pined for Rachel for years in high school, and when she showed up at Central Perk in a rain-soaked wedding dress, he wasted no time in asking her out the same night she should have been doing the Cha Cha Slide with Barry — which, fine, not really a men’s rights patented move, but weird and creepy all the same, Geller. But she said yes! And then … Ross did nothing. Except whine for over a year about how he was basically in the friend zone (another men’s rights construct!) with Rachel, and hide phone messages she got from other men in Monica’s cookie jar. Somehow, despite his secret longings, not only should Rachel have known how brightly his love for her burned, but she should have rewarded his efforts at being such a gosh darn good dude by returning his affections (as she ultimately did, when she found out he was ready to take her to her senior prom when she thought she was being stood up).
Even when they weren’t together, Ross was still on one about how Rachel should act, despite offering her none of the same considerations. He hid her messages (again with the message hiding!) when a man called new mom-Rachel for a date and Ross, who was staying home to watch baby Emma, took the message. He even preyed on a seemingly desperate woman to make Rachel jealous, after he saw her kiss her coworker Gavin. But it was Ross who was hitting on Rena Sofer’s shop girl character in front of Rachel while she was pregnant. Hypocrisy? Nah, it’s totally cool, trust me, Ross Geller is just a nice guy.
He Loves To Objectify Women
Perhaps this will come as no surprise, given the pedestal that Ross placed Rachel on for over a decade, but if Ross was going to win the Geller cup for anything, it would be for his objectification of women. There was the time he couldn’t stop ordering pizzas just to hit on Caitlin from the pizza place. Girlfriends can’t be ordered with extra pepperoni, Ross. When he slept with Chloe, the spiky haired hipster girl he cheated on Rachel with (I know, I know, they were on a break), he almost exclusively refers to her as “the hot girl from the copy place.” And that came after half a season of talking about how hot she was. Ross Geller can put his penis inside you, but damned if he’ll respect your personhood by calling you by your real name.
Incidentally, the first time he mentions the hot girl from the copy place is in an episode where female objectification is again supremely important to Ross: The One with the Princess Leia Fantasy. He tells Rachel about his fantasy of sleeping with a gold bikini-clad Leia, which is fine as we all have our sexual fantasies (you’re the stern editorial director, I’m the wayward blogger who has to make up for the lack of page views this month — just me?), but Ross’s would be significantly less odious if it didn’t involve a woman physically chained by her neck and held as a captive prisoner of a hermaphroditic Hutt.
Honestly, it’s a shock he even got far enough to objectify Carrie Fisher and Rachel in one fell swoop, given the fact that one of the reasons Rachel didn’t want to date him after they had already kissed was because she found a list where he tallied her flaws — one of which was her allegedly chubby ankles. Totally cool and normal! Even after having a daughter, Ross still didn’t learn to respect women. It may have been Joey who called Emma’s nanny Molly “hot nanny” for an episode, but it was Ross who first referred to her as “so hot I cried myself to sleep.”
When He Isn’t Objectifying Women, He’s Mansplaining Instead
And when he isn’t ogling women because of how they look, he’s busy being as condescending as possible. For example, all Phoebe and Rachel wanted to do was tell him about their self-defense class, and he immediately took over the conversation to tell them how useless their class was and to incorrectly share how unagi is the Japanese concept of total awareness (it’s actually zanshin). And then there was the time when Phoebe presented her fairly salient theory for not believing in gravity and evolution, and Ross was incapable of maintaining his composure, instead over-explaining just how wrong Phoebe’s belief system was, despite her begging him in multiple scenes to accept that they both can just believe in different things.
Or the time when he self-tanned so incorrectly (twice!) he had to go to an entirely new tanning salon just to even out his half alabaster white, half jerky brown skin tone. The female tanning salon employee had barely begun to explain how the booth worked before he cut in with a “I’m gonna stop you right there, Linda. Does it look like this is my first time?” before speaking even more loudly and slowly, as you would to a small child, to describe exactly how he wanted to be tanned. Unsurprisingly, he still fucked it up on try three. Meanwhile, if Joey or Chandler shut him down in his times of ultimate mansplaining, he seemingly has no problem being put right in place.
He Can’t Handle Female Success
Despite the fact that he’s surrounded by hordes of women who are successful in a variety of ways, and holds his own doctorate, nothing is more intimidating to Ross than female success. Remember when Rachel had just started working at
Ralph Lauren Bloomingdales and was taking her job very seriously, as one who has waited for years for their dream job is often wont to do? Was Ross supportive? Nah. He mercilessly harassed her about her platonic friendship with her male coworker Mark, and then showed up at her office when she had asked him not to, set fire to her desk, and had the nerve to demand an apology when she got home later that night.
Rachel: What do you want from me, do you want me to quit my job so that you can feel like you have a girlfriend?
Ross: No, but it’d be nice if you realized it was just a job.
Rachel: Just a job?
Rachel: Do you realize this is the first time in my life I’m doing something I actually care about, this is the first time in my life I’m doing something I’m actually good at. I mean if you don’t get that…
Ross: I get that big time and I’m happy for you but I’m tired of having a relationship with your answering machine.
Why the “but,” Ross? There is no but. You either get Rachel’s new job big time and are happy for her, or you aren’t. When you throw in the but, it kind of feels like you’re not happy for her and that maybe you don’t get it big time, you know? Just one woman’s observation.
Things aren’t much better outside of his romantic relationships, either — as it turns out, Ross is incredibly uncomfortable when he’s forced to share the spotlight with any womsn. He makes no secret of being his parents’ favorite child, even though Monica’s inferiority complex is perhaps her only characteristic more defining than her compulsive need to clean. When their father Jack bequeaths his Porsche to Monica, after letting all of her childhood mementos be ruined to preserve Ross’s, Ross is quick to point out that not only was he the smart and accomplished one, but also a medical marvel. When against better advice he starts playing his keyboards at Central Perk, he only stops because he fears that Phoebe will stop playing music if he keeps playing, because he’s just that good. And he is truly incapable of shutting up about the fact that he is technically a doctor, to any woman he meets. Why not just whip your dick out and demand a female fetch you a ruler? It just seems easier.
He Needs His Men to be Men
The biggest irony of Ross’ miserable existence is his deep-rooted desire to make sure that the men in his life are, in fact, men. When his son Ben was playing with a Barbie, Ross went to extreme lengths to get him to play with any other seemingly masculine toy, foisting a monster truck, a dinosaur soldier, and GI Joe on Ben over the course of the episode to get him to give up his doll. (He succeeded, in yet another win for the heteronormative patriarchy.) Things didn’t change much a few years later, when Rachel tried to hire the ever-delightful Freddie Prinze Jr. to be Emma’s nanny (imagine Ross’ surprise when ‘Sandy’ turned out to be a man!), and true to form, Ross did not take it well. Ross’ first question to Sandy was a skeptical “Are you gay?” before jumping into his best deep-voiced impression of a man’s man to grill Sandy on why a man would ever want to work in childcare. He then started in on Rachel for wanting to hire Sandy:
Ross: He’s a guy!
Rachel: So? He’s smart, he’s qualified. Give me one good reason we shouldn’t try him out.
Ross: Because, it’s weird! [...] What kind of job is that for a man? A nanny? It’s like if a woman wanted to be…
Even Joey, arguably the only bastion of traditional masculinity on the show (insofar as men’s rights types would describe masculinity, at least), got with the program after his initial skepticism about male nannies, partaking in a variety of delightful and educational activities taught by Sandy and a panoply of rich-hued puppet friends. But Ross? Ross fires him because Sandy is “too sensitive” and it made him uncomfortable. Rachel perhaps summed up the pathetic irony best: “I hate to break it to you Ross, but it’s not like you just came in from branding cattle.”
And if this isn’t enough to convince you that Ross Geller is indubitably a men’s rights activist (he tried to start a clubhouse solely for divorced men! How much more convincing do you need?), let us not forget the time he gave men’s rights activists their rallying cry:
I rest my case. Sorry Marta and David. Sometimes you have to kill your darlings.
Pretty much perfect.
Transcript after the jump.
Dear Baba Yaga,
How can I transform pain of severe trauma in the past into peace for the present and hope for the future?
Each wound is living aware of itself. The living feels intensely its edges. The edges seethe to be well. ; The wellness when it comes is, then, the supreme gift ; & the wellness remembers the deep living of the wound, & so is happier than any easy health.
Previously: How Can I Stand This Lack of Humility?
Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at AskBabaYaga@gmail.com.0 Comments
I'm usually not one to complain about modern gender roles, but I've come to realize that women are not pulling our weight as a gender in the same way that we used to. It pains me to admit it, but there it is. All of the following paintings are named "Portrait of a Woman" (or a lady, or a young woman, or some minor variation); they are regular paintings of regular ladies doing regular things, and they put each and every one of us to shame.
Here's "Portrait of a Woman," by Marcus Gheeraerts the Younger. The sight of a woman bedecked in a shapeless silver gown, in turquoise slippers and a beehive crown who had mastered and tamed a noble beast of the hunt was once so commonplace it needed no additional title. Portrait of a Woman with Deer? No. People will instinctively understand that deer serve her, because she is a woman.
"Mother, how will I know when I am a woman?"
"You will wear a ruby the size of a bird, and clutch a baby unicorn with sad eyes to your breast. That is how you will know."
Meet Tomatan, the “wearable” robot from — where else — Japan, that feeds you nice, refreshing tomatoes while you run. Tomatan is worn like a backpack, weighing a breezy 18 pounds, and features mechanical arms that reach down and feed the runner tomatoes at just the press of a button. Mmm, sweaty tomatoes.
Why tomatoes instead of, say, bananas, or GU Energy Gel packets, or even cheeseburgers? International Business Times explains:
Well, according to Kagome, which claims to be Japan’s largest supplier of tomato juice and tomato ketchup, people running the Tokyo marathon really need this.
“Tomatoes have lots of nutrition that combats fatigue,” Kagome employee Shigenori Suzuki told Deccan Chronicle.
What can you take to combat without looking like a total goof, running a marathon with a robot on your back feeding you tomatoes? The Japanese have yet to invent a robot for this specific problem.
Transcript after the jump.
Dear Baba Yaga,
I move in a circle of friends who use their spiritual lives as badges of power and importance. I love them, but I am also tired of the grandstanding and lack of humility. How can I tell them this without making them mad or losing face in our group?
Yr friends,as any other mortals, crave vain & foolish things. They are only wearing different garments than some. ;Knowing this, put on yr own strange garment, dark cloak of wisdom: dress for one day as a crow, & crow out what you see. Though crows are unwelcome messengers, mortals always in secret honor them for their knowings. After stating such prophecies, put on again yr usual human costume, & they will welcome you again, now with a respectful eye.
Previously: Why Are My Lists Oppressing Me?
Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at AskBabaYaga@gmail.com.0 Comments
Chvrches are hard at work on their sophomore album, but they still found time to stop by BBC Radio 1′s Live Lounge to cover Justin Timberlake’s ode to not having sex with Britney Spears anymore, “Cry Me a River.” At this point, the Scottish synthpop group could put out an entire record of nothing but cover songs, and it would probably be one of the year’s best releases.
What I’m saying is, Chvrches, do “Bye Bye Bye” next.
Pizza is a favorite food for a lot of people, but it can get pricey ordering delivery or buying frozen brands. By making some pizzas ahead of time at home, you can freeze them and pop them in the oven whenever your craving strikes.
I wonder if our kid can get an internship with Pussy Riot
Fifty Shades Of Grey fever is at an all-time frenzied high, as the theatrical version finally hits theaters tomorrow for Valentine’s Day. So in an interview with Madonna published online this morning, naturally Billboard had to ask the noted erotica enthusiast if she’s read the source material and what she thinks of it.
In a nutshell… Madonna is not a fan of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Yes, I have. It’s pulp fiction. It’s not very sexy, maybe for someone who has never had sex before. I kept waiting for something exciting and crazy to happen in that red room thing, and I was like, “Hmm, a lot of spanking.” I also thought, “This is so unrealistic because no guy goes down on a girl that much.” I’m sorry, but no one eats p—- as much as the guy in that book.
I love that one of Madonna’s primary criticisms with the book is that it’s unrealistic because no guy “goes down on a girl that much.” Not that like, it’s poorly written or includes the gratuitous use of the phrase “oh jeez.” This also tears apart my preconceived notions of what the sexual relationship is like for any guy dating Madonna. I always just assumed that all sexual contact would be limited to: A) the guy going down on Madonna and B) the guy getting pegged in the butt by Madonna. I don’t even know which side is up anymore.
Local papers are calling the bird “Owlcapone.” I’m done here.
In a move inspired by MSNBC host Rachel Maddow’s recent segment on “Oregon wackiness,” Salem has begun posting signs to warn local residents of a hat-pilfering owl known to pester joggers in Bush’s Pasture Park.
Artist’s rendition of Tony Sopranowl.
Yahoo news reports that
One jogger, a surgeon, said the owl hit him twice in Bush’s Pasture Park in Salem, and so hard he thought he was having a stroke or an aneurysm. Another said the bird swiped his longtime running cap and nicked his scalp [typical Pigwidgeon].
Parks and transportation services manager Mark Becktel said the city is erecting twenty signs to make “people aware that there’s an owl there that for whatever reason swoops down and goes after people’s hats.” (But HAS MARK SEEN AVATAR? I NEVER SAW AVATAR.)
Local newspaper the Statesman Journal held a vote to name the notorious B.I.R.D.: ” Owlcapone” received 238 votes. “Rachel Maddowl” came in at 188.
How is this even possibly true
In April of last year, Boko Haram abducted nearly 279 girls from their school in Chibok. Two months ago, they attempted to do the same to 470 girls who were boarding at the Federal Government College in Bajoga town.
They were not successful.
Why? Because teachers immediately contacted a civil rights worker named Ibrahim Garuba Wala (known as I G Wala), who led a group of civilians into where even the Nigerian army was too afraid to go.
Via Channel 4:
As the Boko Haram fighters entered the school compound, I G Wala was on the phone to a member of staff at the school.
“I could hear the teachers screaming at the girls just to drop everything and run. All I could think of was the girls from Chibok and I knew that we could not let this happen again,” he said. I G Wala has been an active member of the Bring Back Our Girls campaign.
He claims he begged a Nigerian military commander to send in his troops to rescue the school girls but was told that the situation there was out of control. When I G Wala insisted on leading a group of civilians to rescue the girls, the commander, he says, agreed to supply two military escort vehicles.
The girls ran a total of 15km through the bush. They had been unable to take any water and many were severely dehydrated, I G Wala said. One had been injured by treading on a spike with bare feet.
“We carried some of them on our backs for the final kilometre back to the nearest village, which was as far as our vans had been able go. We had brought with us a vehicle loaded with bottles of water for the girls.”
His efforts have yet to be acknowledged or thanked by the Nigerian government, the military, or really anyone other than the girls and their school principals. The heroic rescue was not only not reported in the media around the world, but was largely ignored in Nigeria as well.
Wala and his organization, National Concensus Movement, believes that the government is being dangerously insensitive towards those who have suffered “unimaginable atrocities and calamities,” and that it is not doing enough to protect young girls from Boko Haram and to rescue girls who already have been kidnapped. Which, I think it’s pretty clear, is definitely the case here.
Perhaps Nigerian President Goodluck Jonathan could take a few minutes out of his “worrying about the gays” time and actually work towards getting the remaining girls to safety.
DC Comics made some pretty big announcements today – new titles, new creative teams – in what they’re calling “even more inclusive and accessible to a wider group of readers as the publisher continues to evolve comic storytelling for its next generation of fans.”
Have you been keeping up with DC’s Convergence business? Well, never mind all that, they’ve done something you’re going to want to know about. DC Comics is saying they’re going “back-to-basics” on June 3 with “24 brand-new series that will begin at issue number one, as well as 25 on-going, bestselling fan favorite series that will continue without a break in the issue numbering. The total number of periodicals in the DCU will be 49, with additional new titles debuting throughout the year.”
“This heralds in a new era for the DC Universe which will allow us to publish something for everyone, be more expansive and modern in our approach and tell stories that better reflect the society around us,” DC Entertainment Co-Publisher Dan DiDio said in a statement. “Whether you’ve been a DC fan your whole life, or whether you are new to comics – there will be a book for you beginning in June.”
It’s important to note, DC isn’t throwing away continuity, they aren’t getting rid of the books they know sell, but they are making room for new things and that’s huge. There’s been plenty of doubts over the new direction of Batgirl, and while it may not be the book for the tried-and-true DC collectors, it is the book for a whole other segment of society previously ignored by the publisher. A segment that is without a doubt very much needed. New readers are a good thing for the industry as a whole and publishers like DC and Marvel weren’t doing much to make their comics alluring or accessible to them. This is that move and it’s a bold one.
“More than ever before, DC Comics fans are being exposed to our rich portfolio of characters through multiple sources, including an unprecedented number of highly successful TV shows, video games and upcoming major motion pictures,” said Co-Publisher Jim Lee. “We are looking to extend that experience within publishing to ensure there is a comic book for everyone. For example, fans of the Arrow television show may want more stories about Black Canary. Now they can find modern, fresh takes on the character in the pages of her standalone series both in stores and digitally.”
Speaking of which, let’s take a closer look at what was announced. The gallery below features brand-new art along with creative teams, and underneath that you’ll find titles/teams that were announced without art.
this is some kind of spaceship or something.
W: Dan Jurgens
A: Bernard Chang
Constantine: The Hellblazer
W: Ming Doyle
A: Riley Rossmo
W: James Tynion IV
A: Ming Doyle
Green Lantern: Lost Army
W: Cullen Bunn
A: Jesus Saiz & Javi Pina
Earth 2: Society
W: Daniel Wilson
A: Jorge Jimenez
W: Paul Levitz
A: Sonny Liew
Harley Quinn/Power Girl (6-issue limited)
W: Jimmy Palmiotti & Amanda Conner
A: Stephane Roux
Justice League 3001
W: Keith Giffen
A: Howard Porter
W: Rob Williams
A: Ben Oliver
W: Alisa Kwitney
A: Stay tuned for artist info!
W: Scott Lobdell
A: Denis Medri
Section Eight (6-issue limited)
W: Garth Ennis
A: John McCrea
W: Greg Pak
A: Aaron Kuder
W: Cullen Bunn
A: Trevor McCarthy
W: Cameron Stewart & Brenden Fletcher
A: Babs Tarr
W: Scott Snyder
A: Greg Capullo
W; Brian Buccelato & Francis Manapul
A: Francis Manapul
W: Greg Pak
A: Ardian Syaf
W: Genevieve Valentine
A: David Messina
W: Tony S. Daniel
A: Tony S. Daniel
W: Robert Venditti & Van Jensen
A: Brett Booth
W: Becky Cloonan & Brenden Fletcher
A: Karl Kerschl
Gotham By Midnight
W: Ray Fawkes
A: Juan Ferreyra
W: Tom King & Tim Seeley
A: Mikel Janin
W: Ben Percy
W: Robert Venditti
A: Billy Tan
W: Jimmy Palmiotti & Amanda Conner
A: Chad Hardin
W: Geoff Johns
A: Jason Fabok
Justice League United
W:Stay tuned for creative team info!
W: Cullen Bunn
A: Cliff Richards
W: Gail Simone
A: Dale Eaglesham
W: Cullen Bunn
A: Bradley Walker
New Suicide Squad
W: Sean Ryan
A: Carlos D’Anda
W: Gene Luen Yang
A: John Romita, Jr.
W: Peter J. Tomasi
A: Doug Mahnke
W: Will Pfeifer
A: Kenneth Rocafort
W: Meredith Finch
A: David Finch
It’s not a New 52 level shakeup, but wow. Take a good look at the gallery and list of writers and artists and let us know what you think of the big changes and what you think is missing!