Wednesday, May 7, 2014

I Don't Fuck For Coachella Tickets

I spent the last weekend aggressively avoiding schoolwork by drinking in my apartment, drinking in my friend's apartment, and drinking at a bar. Sometimes when I go to bars men talk to me.

I like men. They smell good. Sometimes there's hair on their face and I like that. Sometimes they're wearing fancy shoes, and I like that as well. Sometimes when they talk they say interesting things. That's the best.

Sometimes they say stupid things though. I'm not a fan.

Anyway, I'm out with my friends and some dude starts talking to me. You know that guy. He's that kind of button-down wearing, pulling baggies of x out of the pockets of his pastel chubbies (or worse, his cargo shorts), douchebag. Maybe he spent $90 on his Ralph Lauren polo. Maybe he's wearing a G Shock, and that's all you need to know.


Of course I'm judging you. Everyone is constantly judging everyone; that's what people do. I don't take the time to understand your full life story. I don't fucking care. All I need to know is if you are a possible danger to me. If you fill any of the above criteria, you probably are.

As always, let's end with the motherfucking motto:


(These gifs of my face courtesy of this video.)


The Issues With Clothing

After the presentation of my blog post regarding burning magazines I realized some people might think I don't like clothes. This is fucking ridiculous. I love clothes. I have so many fucking clothes that I'm not going to talk about them because it'll make me sound more spoiled, but I'm going to talk about them a little bit because I just remembered I don't care what other people think of me.

I have dresses: cocktail dresses, summer dresses, peplum, vintage, renaissance, a-line, short, long, tea-length, linen, silk, cashmere, cotton, wool, collared, boat-necked, v-necked, strapless. I have shirts and blouses and cardigans and jeans and skirts. But mostly I have shoes. Oh, I have shoes. Flats, sandals, pumps, booties, short boots, tall boots, 3 inch heels, 5 inch heels, 7 inch heels, spikes, tassels, straps, zippers, leather, suede, fur, wood, black, brown, pink, blue, tan, red, whatever the fuck you name I have it.

Why do I own so many clothes? A large part of this is that, unlike men's wardrobes which are more uniform, women's wardrobes are varied and require different looks for different occasions. We can't wear the skirt we wore to the bar to work, and it would be ridiculous to wear the dress we wore to our cousin's wedding on a casual date.

(By the way, if you are a grown man and you were wearing cargo shorts you are not allowed to speak to me. No, me having standards is not the same as women being mocked and insulted and degraded based on how they look for hundreds of years. Go cry to someone else about it.)

Another reason as to why I own so many clothing is that I fucking loves clothes. Fashion gets a bad rap, in large part because it's a feminized field (even though men receive higher accolades in the fashion industry). I know! Let's create a society in which women are constantly judged by their appearance and mocked until they adhere to strict rules, and then call them shallow when they worry about their looks!

Whatever. Fuck you. I look good.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Clothing production is a huge fucking business, unique in that it pays very little globally but requires a level of human attention that can't be replaced by machines. The majority of this work is done by underpaid women and is dangerous. Clothing production is a huge industry in LDCs (less-developed countries), and it's fueled by mass amounts of Western consumption.

Going through clothing quickly (buying pieces that will go out of style soon or that are shoddily made) is bad for the clothing industry and bad for the environment. There's a mysticism surrounding clothing that leads consumers to believe that clothing is scare and that someone will always want hand-me-downs. With the poor quality and the abundance of clothes, this simply isn't true. There's not some starving child in Africa who wants your own high school graduation T-Shirt.

The best thing one can do as a western consumer is consume less. Check the quality of clothing before you buy it (double hemmed? Lined? Come on, we're not savages). Make sure the fabric is quality. If you lose a button or tear the article, fix it yourself instead of throwing it out. And for the love of god, don't shop at Forever 21. Be better than that.

Thanks for reading! Here's a picture of me and my cat (necklace: vintage silver; shirt: Anthropologie; cat: stray followed me home).







Sexual Assault Investigations

 Sexual Assault Investigations - Presented with Kanye West

The university from which I am about to graduate is one of the 55 under investigation from the U.S. Department of Education for violating Title IX. I know this because a dozen of my Facebook friends have shared articles about it, because I was interviewed by a member of the Dept. of Education and for a documentary on sexual assault, and because I have been paying attention to what goes on at my school.


The interview three weeks ago was with a women from the Dept of Education and a panel of twelve sorority women. We were assembled to discuss our experiences with and knowledge of the sexual assault culture on campus. The takeaway was that sorority women are, in many ways, the most protected and informed group. Not only do we receive semesterly workshops on the resources available to us, but we're aware of each others' activities because the basis of a sorority is a supportive community. Tactics to avoid sexual assault such as "the buddy system" are already in place. We're going out with our sisters, so of course we're going to look out for them. We also are more likely to know which guys and frats to avoid based on our sisters' previous experiences. For instance, everyone in my sorority knows to avoid Garrett in PhiSig, Rico in Sammy, and Michael in Delta Chi. Because they're creepy.


The way in which being in a sorority negatively effects women is when someone in a fraternity does sexually assault a sorority woman, and the women doesn't want to report it because she doesn't want to hurt the reputation of her sorority. If a man in a top tier house assault a woman in a middle tier house, the middle tier sorority is going to pressure the woman not to report it because they want to maintain good relations with the upper tier house. Yes, this is a real pressure that sorority women here face.

The groups that need the most education are unaffiliated persons and mainly fraternity men. Even though sorority women keep getting these meetings on how to avoid being sexually assaulted, fraternity men never! attend! a workshop! on how to NOT assault someone!


My sorority sisters and I relayed all of this the documentary filmmakers while they filmed us putting on makeup and drinking beer in my little's room. They also asked us why we go out in the first place. We told them that it's fun, and we do like boys most of the time. There's a difference between going out with your friends and knowing there's a cute guy you want to hook up with and using alcohol to facilitate that, and a guy separating you from your friends and pressuring you into doing sexual things you don't want to do. There's nothing wrong with casual sex. There's everything wrong with people and society pressuring others into awful situations.


So much of worth as women is tied into the attention we receive from men. Being in a sorority and adding in the politics of Greek life means there's another layer of social pressure to our interactions, but the basis is still the same: men are supposed to convince women to sleep with them and women are supposed to be flattered that a man is paying her any attention.

I'm old. I've had fun here, but I'm done with this place. The men here do not impress me, and I can barely pretend that I care about them any more. I've physically beaten off three different men in three different frat houses, and I encourage my younger sorority sisters to do the same if they're ever in a bad situation, regardless of the possible social fallout. It's not worth it, and the day when I give a shit what a group of nineteen year old boys thinks is a cold fucking day in hell.





Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Ramblings

I lift my head up and look at my body. The sun is so bright that the light green on my shorts looks almost white, and the white on my shirt is almost blinding. I lay my head back down and tilt it to the side so that I won't ash cigarette on myself. I inhale. I taste the smoke in my mouth, letting a little into my lungs. I exhale, and enjoy the feeling of my lungs being emptied.

Andrew used to say I didn't smoke the cigarettes right. He said I didn't inhale enough. Andrew can go fuck himself.

I think about all the men who tried to have sex with me this weekend. Four. I think about the audacity that must require; to believe that a minuscule amount of male attention will placate me into relations, to think that a text at 1:30AM will cause me to come running. They must see something in me. My friends complain that they don't receive this much attention. I don't know what I do.

I think about how offended each man was when I disdained him. His face turned ugly. In the minds of these men, I changed in that second. I was no longer a comrade. I became an enemy, a bitch, a cunt.

Reed will never attempt to have sex with me. He is Christian. He pulled me aside on Saturday and asked how my friend could call herself a feminist and still be throwing herself at his friend. I told him he has a fucked up view of how sex and relationships work. He didn't like that. He accused me of judging people and said that he could see my mind working and that Freudian psychology going off in my head.

I wanted to say that I do not practice Freudian psychology. My therapist is from the William White Institute.

I apologized. I don't think I could fully remove the smirk from my face. I don't think he likes me. If he lives such a sheltered life that this is the first time anyone has ever questioned his beliefs, that's his fucking problem.

My stomach cramps up. I haven't had a cigarette in over a month, and today I drank a full cup of coffee before class.

All through high school I was in advanced classes. Each class period was spent with my friends who, for the most part, shared similar academic backgrounds of myself. It was as though they spoke a different language than I did. I was compared to Hermione Granger. I felt that was a ludicrous claim.

If I am snobby, I am snobby. If I am a bitch, I am a bitch. I wonder when my excellence became disdained. God, I'm such an asshole.

I put the cigarette in the crevice between the two blocks of pavement in my driveway. There's a screw on that crack in the driveway; a long, silver, big fucking screw with no point. I pick it up and contemplate bringing it inside. No one would do anything with it inside. I place it back in the crack.

A car is coming up the driveway. I jump up and walk the dirt path to my door. I enter my house, and close the door behind me.

Monday, May 5, 2014

I Think About Beyoncé A Lot

I think about Beyoncé a lot. I also think about feminism a lot. Sometimes people say Beyoncé, a self-proclaimed feminist, is not a feminist. Let's talk about it.

First there's the issue of twerking. If you think Miley Cyrus invented twerking I need you to stab yourself in the eye with a Styrofoam finger and think about your life choices. Twerking has been around for centuries. It is rooted in traditional West African dances, specifically the Cote D'Ivoire dance mapouka. If you're the kind of idiot who says that twerking is "ghetto," you're a racist. Don't talk to me. If you say that Beyoncé's dance moves or clothing choices negate her feminism, you're a massive asshole and you can hang out in the loser corner with Bill O'Reilly.

The second argument (the one which is actually legitimate) is the criticism of Jay's lyrics in Drunk in Love:

Catch a charge I might, beat the box like Mike,
I'm Ike, Turner, turn up, baby no don't play.
Now eat the cake, Annie Mae, I said "Eat the cake, Annie Mae," I'm nice.

Yep, that line is a reference to Ike Turner beating his wife, Tina Turner. And Jay is supposed to be saying it in a sexy way, meaning that violence is a part of their kink, and that's cool, but maybe next time don't mention  a famous domestic violence act when you're creating a #1 hit, thanks. The only thing I have to say about the "Annie Mae" line is that Beyonce is getting a disproportionate amount of hate about the line when it is Jay who says it. Yes, it's her song, but he's the one who spit it in that studio and no one is criticizing him. That's what misogyny looks like.`

Because I hang out on internet spaces primarily used by young women, some a few years younger than myself (it's Tumblr, okay? I fucking love Tumblr) I see how young women react to feminism, and I can honestly say this: Beyoncé is making feminism cool. Not in the obviously-false way that Sarah Palin tried to use the word feminist, or in the shitty racist way that Lily Allen calls herself feminist, but in an actual feminist manner.

Shailene Woodley, star of the film "The Fault in Our Stars," which is based on the John Green teenage romance novel about cancer kids and Anne Frank house sex, recently said this to Time Magazine when asked if considers herself a feminist:

"No, because I love men, and I think the idea of ‘raise women to power, take the men away from the power’ is never going to work out because you need balance. With myself, I’m very in touch with my masculine side. And I’m 50 percent feminine and 50 percent masculine, same as I think a lot of us are. Also I think that if men went down and women rose to power, that wouldn’t work either. We have to have a fine balance. My biggest thing is really sisterhood more than feminism. I don’t know how we as women expect men to respect us because we don’t even seem to respect each other. There’s so much jealousy, so much comparison and envy. And 'This girl did this to me and that girl did that to me.' And it’s just so silly and heartbreaking in a way."

Great internalized misogyny there, Shailene. This is why we didn't invite you to beach and boba day.

Now, do I sound like someone who gives a shit what Shailene Woodley thinks? Kinda. Not really, since I believe the opinions of B list actors* are about as worthwhile to society as my cat's opinions about what she's having for dinner (bitch this is from Trader Joe's, don't look at me like that). What I do care about is the thoughts of young women, and I am pleased to report that they have been dragging Shailene all morning. For those of you who don't know, dragging is when you mock and insult someone. Shailene is being dragged.

This really is why I love the internet. Say stupid shit and you get called out on it.

Beyoncé is a role model for young women because she's a fantastic performer and she sings about young women achieving success.

But here's the thing I have to say: she is a performer. She is not Hillary Clinton. She is not Malala Yousafzai. She is not Wangari Maathai. She does not hold any political office. She is not an activist. She sings and she dances and she's fucking amazing at it. And yes, she has been in many PSAs, but that is not her main goal. Her main goal is to sell ticket seats and please her fans.

The criticisms of Beyoncé that say she shouldn't be recognized as a feminist because she's not a lawyer or a politician or an activist strike me as downright silly. Why can't we have both kinds of role models? Why can't young women look up to all kinds of young women? When you tell girls they can't have Beyoncé as a role model because she hasn't ended human trafficking you're not being very feminist, and you're not being very smart. Support the women who support young women, not the ones afraid of saying they are a feminist.



Bye!

*Seriously, don't date actors. Just don't do it to yourself.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Trifecta

Condensing these three posts into one makes my blog look like shit. I'm drunk off of Mad Men and Belvedere, I've had six hours of sleep for the last week, and there is no point in the future in which it seems I will have time to sleep.
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Hello, World

Perusing my kindle before going to sleep, I search for "feminism," hoping to be inspired for a blog post. I am not disappointed. Amongst my old friends "Full Frontal Feminism" by Jessica Valenti and "Feminism is for Everybody" by bell hooks and "How to Be A Woman" by Caitlin Moran are little slime pockets of trash with titles like "The War on Men" by Suzanne Venker, "Women First, Men Last: Feminism's War on Men and Its Devastating Effects" by Steven Adams, and "Feminism: The Ugly Truth" by Mike Buchanan. That last one is my favorite, mostly because the cover is of a deranged looking woman baring sharp teeth. I browse a few of these, looking at excerpts and descriptions. I'm delighted to learn a few fun new facts, such as:

Feminism has made women unhappy.
Feminists are deluded and ugly and stupid.
Feminists are taking away men's rights.

If you even remotely agree with any of those statements, you are a fucking idiot and I never want to hear you speak to or around me. The idea of a family unit led by a strong man and a docile woman is a fucking joke; a myth perpetuated by the privileged and deluded. The idea that men are having rights taken away by feminism is ludacris (WHAT THE HELL LIZ), because being incredibly over privileged and allowed another group to enjoy things which you've always enjoyed is not losing a right. Here's a cartoon of what you look like when you argue with me:




(Credit to Scott Benson)

One of the jokes a Jewish uncle of mine tells is that whenever he feels bad about being Jewish he looks at the anti-Semitic media. According to them, Jews run the banks, the news, the schools, etc. This is a bit how I feel looking at these anti-Feminism books. One thing they can all agree on is that feminism has gone too far, and in a strange sense that comforts me. Someone is threatened by feminism. Good. I want people to feel threatened.

In this blog we will discuss many forms of feminism and the ways in which feminism is present in our everyday lives, as well as shedding light on kinds of feminism you may not be familiar with. We'll discuss queer theory (an issue frequently overlooked in feminist discourses, even though bisexual and lesbian women experience much higher rates of sexual assault than straight women), harassment, capitalism, marxism, rape culture, international feminism, racism, womanism, trans issues, and a whole slew of topics. Many of these posts will relate to current events. But at no point will we entertain the notion that feminism is somehow not necessary.

Being a feminist is not easy, and frequently I am challenged in my views. My responses to those who question feminism vary based on my relation to the person and the level of respect that they show me when speaking. I'll explain the three ones now so we never have to have this conversation again.

The high road: Feminism is necessary in this patriarchal world because the state of affairs is such that an active enhancement of women's rights is the only way to come close to equality, which has many different faces and needs

The middle road: I believe in the rights of all women to be treated as people, and practice that in my everyday life

The low road: I don't give a fuck what you think.


Profile a Blog

You ever stop and consider the meaning behind the clothes the characters in a film or TV show are wearing? Most of the time you don’t notice what a character is wearing because a good costume designer supplies the audience with subtle characterization clues without distracting from the action on screen. Gavia Baker-Whitelaw, who goes by the pseudonym "Hello, Tailor," is a blogger from Scotland who writes reviews of popular television shows, superhero movies, and fashion shows. BORING Her posts focus on the costuming of the characters and the effects that costuming has on the overall media content. As a feminist, she frequently writes reviews which include in-depth analysis regarding the female representation in these shows.

"Hello, Tailor" garners approximately 1,000 hits per month. Due to the success of her blog, she has gained freelance work as a writer, mostly for the Daily Dot. She is heavily involved in the online fan fiction community, and is a managing editor at Big Bang Press, a small publishing company that focuses on fandom writers.

Hello, Tailor updates about once every two weeks, usually commenting on recently released movies. Her recent posts have been a three-part review of "Captain America: The Winter Soldier," and she has a long history of posting about Marvel movies. She has also shown herself to be dedicated to NBC's "Hannibal" and MTV's "Teen Wolf."

Her strongest posts are those that combine fashion with feminism, such as her popular post about the H&M fashion tie-in with the American version of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. In this critique, she demonstrates an understanding of the ways in which marketing tie-ins with popular movies can undermine the intentions of the original characterization.

"Salander... dresses with explicit aim of coming across as scary and unappealing. She isn't part of any goth subculture, and she has no difficulty attracting a partner when she wants to get laid and therefore does not dress with the aim of being sexually appealing... As a physically small woman who is justifiably wary of abuse and attack, she goes out of her way give off as many negative signals as possible. The way Rooney Mara has been styled, however, doesn't quite match this. Firstly, her hairstyle looks expensive and trendy instead of home-cut and messy, and secondly, if ever there was a role for which an actress should "ugly up", Lisbeth Salander is it."

Baker-Whitelaw is a feminist, pointing out the ways in which women are treated as objects for visual pleasure in ways which don't agree with the character. Her main critique of the marketing for "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" is that it turns Lisbeth Salander into a submissive, sexualized figure in order to appeal to an American audience. We, as movie-goers, are so used to this objectification of women that we rarely even notice it. When Baker-Whitelaw points it out, she does so as a feminist and as a media critic. Portraying Lisbeth Salander in this manner isn't just offensive to women, it's also offensive to accurate storytelling.

I began following "Hello, Tailor" almost two years ago, initially attracted by her compelling and conversational tone that she uses in her "Teen Wolf" recaps. These posts were far more casual than her posts about the Avengers, as she sounded much more like a fangirl discussing her obsession with an MTV show than a woman critiquing a multi-million dollar movie. These posts generally began as thought-out-but-still-initial reactions to the episode before devolving into bullet points using internet-speak. For example, her review of season three episode six ends in this manner:

  • Luv the music in the final scene. SCOTT/STILES FRONDSHIP!!!!
  • I feel like I say this every week (who am I kidding, I definitely say this every week), but SCISAAC/ALLISON THREESOME NEEDS TO HAPPEN!!
  • How many thunderstorms does Becaon Hills have each year? 200?

Baker-Whitelaw uses her critiques of media to bring about feminist understanding. Her audience is mainly women who are interested in this media, and these women are then more informed about feminism because of her posts. Furthermore, her conversational tone is admirable. The way in which she transitions between formal critique and carefree text-speak is something which I wish to emulate in my own way. My blog has more to do with theories of feminism, but it also deals with the everyday sexism that I face, and media of course plays into that.


Voice Post

I've been admiring Coke Talk since back in 2010. First she had her personal blog, which was a delightful shitshow following the world of the brilliant Los Angeles party girl who was "staggering through life with an eager nose and a sharp tongue." Quickly thereafter, readers started submitting questions to the wise Coke Talk, and she premiered her advice blog, "Dear Coquette." The tagline for this reads "shady advice from a raging bitch who has not business answering any of these questions." In 2011 she ran a style blog, the sidebar explaining "a decadent orgy of materialistic delight in the pursuit of fashionable fuckery." She's designed purses and jewelry, and she's written the tongue-in-cheek book "Notes to My Future Husband: A Bitch's Guide to Our Happily Ever After."

Coke Talk is a direct woman. She's smart, educated, and painfully aware of the fleeting human condition. She posts something almost every day, whether it be on her personal blog or her advice blog, and she really, really doesn’t give a fuck what you think about her (an attitude I have been trying for years to master). Several of her posts are named "On Fun-Sized Advice" and they contain quick bites of reality to the masses who write to her. A few examples

Why is it that I can look at a hot guy, want to make out with him, and know it would mean nothing, but it makes me feel sick to my stomach if I think about my boyfriend doing it?
Because you are culturally conditioned to experience sexual jealousy.

Why do you say it’s important to have multiple relationships and/or sexual experiences/encounters?
Because one day you’ll be dead.

I am really hung up on the fact that everyone I love will die. Just the thought of losing people hurts so much I cry sometimes. How do I cope with this fear?
Quit whining and enjoy the people in your life.

Why do I feel the need for constant male attention?
It’s how you validate your sense of self-worth.
I really want to get my nose pierced, but all the naysayers always ask WHY. The truth is, I’m just a 19-year-old who thinks it looks cool with a bit of cash to burn. Do I need a good reason if I want it?
I’m not your mom. Stick whatever the hell you want into your stupid face.

Why are all philosophy professors such douchebags?
Because they spend their lives dealing with philosophy students.

If a guy routinely screws me from behind, does he not respect me?
Only if it’s a metaphor. Also, you’re an idiot.

How can i crush a man’s ego, rip it to shreds?
Be better than him without needing him.

How to get your dignity back?
Fucking take it.

Will my girlfriend and I last?
Nothing lasts.

These posts provide small insights into the mantra of Coke Talk without requiring her going into detail. You want a facial piercing? She doesn’t fucking care. Are you have a life crisis? You’ll be dead soon, bitch. Someone else makes you feels like shit? Don’t stand for that. Destroy them.

Her voice is mature, confident, and direct. Through these simple sentence fragments she conveys a conversational tone, almost as though she were sitting at an interview in which questions are being thrown at her and she has neither the time nor the patience to flesh out her answer. She's right. You're wrong.

The voice which Coke Talk uses depends heavily on your approach to her. If you are respectful and coherent in your writing she will answer your question in an understanding tone. If you ask a stupid question, she will be mean. Best of all, she doesn't care what you think of her.

At other times Coke Talk provides longer answers to her questioners. The following are from a post titled "On How You Look At It" in which she answers three different - but related - questions.


Do you think we’re a benefit to the Earth? Or unhealthy for it?
You would be wise to do two things:
First, don’t flatter yourself. We are of no consequence, and the Earth is indifferent. On a geological time scale, our measurable effect on the planet is a greasy burp.
Second, don’t separate yourself. It’s ridiculous to pretend that the concept of the collective “we” is somehow detached from the concept of the earth. There is no difference between the two.
What you’re really asking is whether our species in its current state of evolution is a benefit to the broader concept of life, and the only legitimate answer to a question like that is a Zen-like shrug of the shoulders.
Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t. We’ll see.

Do you think a quarter-life crisis is an actual thing? I’m 20 years old and I feel like my life is over.
Your life isn’t over. Your childhood is over, and you just don’t know the difference yet.
As for whether a quarter-life crisis is an actual thing, sure it is. You can have an existential crisis at any age, and it’s perfectly reasonable to freak out in your early twenties when you suddenly realize that life is one big grind.
That’s no excuse to wallow in it, though. You’ve only got a few years in your early twenties when it’s culturally acceptable to screw around trying to find yourself. Don’t waste them being filled with angst and ennui.

As an average American, what do you think about the middle class?
The middle class is a cultural cliché without an internally consistent definition. It’s just an idiomatic device used by politicians and those in the media who want to represent the broadest area under the socio-economic bell curve. When reporters use it, they mean “not the rich and not the poor.” When candidates use it, they mean “you and everyone you know.”
The subtle counterpoint is calling me an “average American.” That phrase doesn’t draw attention to class distinctions, and it also has nationalistic connotations, which is why you’ll find more Democrats using the phrase “the middle class” and more Republicans using the phrase “average Americans.”
And of course, that’s really what you’re doing with this carefully loaded cocktail-party question. You’re just trying to suss out my political leanings.

She uses a specific technique when analyzing these questions. She lays the information out clearly in different sections, starting with more heightened language and ending the answer with a short punch of a sentence. As a bonus to elucidate her spectacular writing ability, she has previously discussed her disdain for emoticons.

Even though these posts are longer, they’re not so different from the other ones. She’s being asked essentially the same questions, which points to the universality of the human experience. People are frantic about change and self-centered as to the belief of their effect on the world. Others are focused on the details in their lives, trapped in a language rife with meaning they didn’t notice existed until Coke Talk called them out on it. Everyone is freaking out. No one knows anything.

Coke Talk has the answers, but she can only give you the tools to better yourself. She cannot fix you, and while she has these tools she doesn’t know everything, not really. I’ve seen her freak out on her personal blog. She is so human and so raw to me that it hurts to read her.

Sometimes you walk into a room and the color of the wall stands out to you and all of a sudden you are hyper-aware of your existence and your head starts to spin and your stomach starts to hurt but then your friend comes up to you and gives you a hug and you focus everything you have on that hug. That hug is the most important thing in the world and that affection is the purpose of everything previously to happen on this Earth.
That’s what reading Coke Talk feels like to me. Like a friend showed up to give me a bit of love and a bit of perspective right when I was about to panic.

Coke Talk is, quite obviously, my hero. (Bonus! One of those questions was mine!) Her grammar is impeccable, she's well-read, and most importantly she's complex. Each time that she posts she expresses her mood through her writing, meaning that the Coke Talk you get one day is different than the Coke Talk to read on another. Nonetheless, her writing is always clear and distinct. Coke Talk's writing is the kind of writing to which I aspire. Coke Talk as a person is the kind of person I aspire to be.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Voice Post: Coke Talk

I've been admiring Coke Talk since back in 2010. First she had her personal blog, which was a delightful shitshow following the world of the brilliant Los Angeles party girl who was "staggering through life with an eager nose and a sharp tongue." Quickly thereafter, readers started submitting questions to the wise Coke Talk, and she premiered her advice blog, "Dear Coquette." The tagline for this reads "Shady advice from a raging bitch who has not business answering any of these questions." In 2011 she ran a style blog, the sidebar explaining "a decadent orgy of materialistic delight in the pursuit of fashionable fuckery." She's designed purses and jewelry, and she's written the tongue-in-cheek book "Notes to My Future Husband: A Bitch's Guide to Our Happily Ever After."

Coke Talk is a direct woman. She's smart, educated, and painfully aware of the fleeting human condition. She posts something almost every day, whether it be on her personal blog or her advice blog, and she's not afraid to tell the truth. Several of her posts are named "On Fun-Sized Advice" and they contain quick bites of reality to the masses who write to her. A few examples

Why is it that I can look at a hot guy, want to make out with him, and know it would mean nothing, but it makes me feel sick to my stomach if I think about my boyfriend doing it? 
Because you are culturally conditioned to experience sexual jealousy.

Why do you say it’s important to have multiple relationships and/or sexual experiences/encounters? 
Because one day you’ll be dead.

I am really hung up on the fact that everyone I love will die. Just the thought of losing people hurts so much I cry sometimes. How do I cope with this fear? 
Quit whining and enjoy the people in your life.
Why do I feel the need for constant male attention?
It’s how you validate your sense of self-worth.

I really want to get my nose pierced, but all the naysayers always ask WHY. The truth is, I’m just a 19-year-old who thinks it looks cool with a bit of cash to burn. Do I need a good reason if I want it?

I’m not your mom. Stick whatever the hell you want into your stupid face.

Why are all philosophy professors such douchebags?

Because they spend their lives dealing with philosophy students.

If a guy routinely screws me from behind, does he not respect me?

Only if it’s a metaphor. Also, you’re an idiot.
How can i crush a man’s ego, rip it to shreds? 
Be better than him without needing him.

How to get your dignity back?
Fucking take it.

Will my girlfriend and I last? 
Nothing lasts.

These posts provide small insights into the mantra of Coke Talk without requiring her going into detail. Her voice is mature, confident, and direct. Through these simple sentence fragments she conveys a conversational tone, almost as though she were sitting at an interview in which questions are being thrown at her and she has neither the time nor the patience to flesh out her answer. She answers these quick questions with phrases, some of which, like "stick whatever the hell you want into your stupid face," she's used before. She's right. You're wrong.

The voice which Coke Talk uses depends heavily on your approach to her. If you are respectful and coherent in your writing she will answer your question in an understanding tone. If you ask a stupid question, she will be mean. Best of all, she doesn't care what you think of her.

At other times Coke Talk provides longer answers to her questioners. The following are from a post titled "On How You Look At It" in which she answers three different - but related - questions.


Do you think we’re a benefit to the Earth? Or unhealthy for it?
You would be wise to do two things:
First, don’t flatter yourself. We are of no consequence, and the Earth is indifferent. On a geological time scale, our measurable effect on the planet is a greasy burp.
Second, don’t separate yourself. It’s ridiculous to pretend that the concept of the collective “we” is somehow detached from the concept of the earth. There is no difference between the two.
What you’re really asking is whether our species in its current state of evolution is a benefit to the broader concept of life, and the only legitimate answer to a question like that is a Zen-like shrug of the shoulders.
Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t. We’ll see.

Do you think a quarter-life crisis is an actual thing? I’m 20 years old and I feel like my life is over.

Your life isn’t over. Your childhood is over, and you just don’t know the difference yet.
As for whether a quarter-life crisis is an actual thing, sure it is. You can have an existential crisis at any age, and it’s perfectly reasonable to freak out in your early twenties when you suddenly realize that life is one big grind.
That’s no excuse to wallow in it, though. You’ve only got a few years in your early twenties when it’s culturally acceptable to screw around trying to find yourself. Don’t waste them being filled with angst and ennui.

As an average American, what do you think about the middle class?

The middle class is a cultural cliché without an internally consistent definition. It’s just an idiomatic device used by politicians and those in the media who want to represent the broadest area under the socio-economic bell curve. When reporters use it, they mean “not the rich and not the poor.” When candidates use it, they mean “you and everyone you know.”
The subtle counterpoint is calling me an “average American.” That phrase doesn’t draw attention to class distinctions, and it also has nationalistic connotations, which is why you’ll find more Democrats using the phrase “the middle class” and more Republicans using the phrase “average Americans.”
And of course, that’s really what you’re doing with this carefully loaded cocktail-party question. You’re just trying to suss out my political leanings.
These posts are longer and go more-depth into analysis. She uses a specific technique when analyzing these questions. She lays the information out clearly in different sections, starting with more heightened language and ending the answer with a short punch of a sentence. As a bonus to elucidate her spectacular writing ability, she has previously discussed her disdain for emoticons.

Coke Talk is, quite obviously, my hero. Her grammar is impeccable, she's well-read, and most importantly she's complex. Each time that she posts she expresses her mood through her writing, meaning that the Coke Talk you get one day is different than the Coke Talk to read on another. Nonetheless, her writing is always clear and distinct. Coke Talk's writing is the kind of writing to which I aspire.

Profile A Blog: Hello, Tailor

Gavia Baker-Whitelaw, who goes by the pseudonym "Hello, Tailor," is a blogger from Scotland who writes reviews of popular television shows, superhero movies, and fashion shows. Her posts focus on the costuming of the characters and the effects that costuming has on the overall media content. As a feminist, she frequently writes reviews which include in-depth analysis regarding the female representation in these shows.

"Hello, Tailor" garners approximately 1,000 hits per month. Due to the success of her blog, she has gained freelance work as a writer, mostly for the Daily Dot. She is heavily involved in the online fan fiction community, and is a managing editor at Big Bang Press, a small publishing company that focuses on fandom writers.

Hello, Tailor updates about once every two weeks, usually commenting on recently released movies. Her recent posts have been a three-part review of "Captain America: The Winter Soldier," and she has a long history of posting about Marvel movies. She has also shown herself to be dedicated to NBC's "Hannibal" and MTV's "Teen Wolf."

Her strongest posts are those that combine fashion with feminism, such as her popular post about the H&M fashion tie-in with the American version of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. In this critique, she demonstrates an understanding of the ways in which marketing tie-ins with popular movies can undermine the intentions of the original characterization.

"Salander... dresses with explicit aim of coming across as scary and unappealing. She isn't part of any goth subculture, and she has no difficulty attracting a partner when she wants to get laid and therefore does not dress with the aim of being sexually appealing... As a physically small woman who is justifiably wary of abuse and attack, she goes out of her way give off as many negative signals as possible. The way Rooney Mara has been styled, however, doesn't quite match this. Firstly, her hairstyle looks expensive and trendy instead of home-cut and messy, and secondly, if ever there was a role for which an actress should "ugly up", Lisbeth Salander is it."

Baker-Whitelaw is a feminist, pointing out the ways in which women are treated as objects for visual pleasure in ways which don't agree with the character. Her main critique of the marketing for "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" is that it turns Lisbeth Salander into a submissive, sexualized figure in order to appeal to an American audience. We, as movie-goers, are so used to this objectification of women that we rarely even notice it. When Baker-Whitelaw points it out, she does so as a feminist and as a media critic. Portraying Lisbeth Salander in this manner isn't just offensive to women, it's also offensive to accurate storytelling.

I began following "Hello, Tailor" almost two years ago, initially attracted by her compelling and conversational tone that she uses in her "Teen Wolf" recaps. These posts were far more casual than her posts about the Avengers, as she sounded much more like a fangirl discussing her obsession with an MTV show than a woman critiquing a multi-million dollar movie. These posts generally began as thought-out-but-still-initial reactions to the episode before devolving into bullet points using internet-speak. For example, her review of season three episode six ends in this manner:

  • Luv the music in the final scene. SCOTT/STILES FRONDSHIP!!!!
  • I feel like I say this every week (who am I kidding, I definitely say this every week), but SCISAAC/ALLISON THREESOME NEEDS TO HAPPEN!!
  • How many thunderstorms does Becaon Hills have each year? 200?

"Hello, Tailor" is a special blog in how Baker-Whitelaw uses her critiques of media to bring about feminist understanding. Her audience is mainly women who are interested in this media, and these women are then more informed about feminism because of her posts. Furthermore, her conversational tone is admirable. The way in which she transitions between formal critique and carefree text-speak is something which I wish to emulate in my own way. My blog has more to do with theories of feminism, but it also deals with the everyday sexism that I face, and media of course plays into that.
Wangechi Mutu - The Bride Who Married the Camel's Head

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

My dad just shared this to Facebook from one of those absurd Facebook pages that only exist to provide syllables of laughter and miniscule ad-based revenue clicks.

As my parents used to tell me, "It's a good thing you're cute, because you're not too bright."

They were mostly kidding, but I've never reacted well to being teased. Micro aggressions, you know?
Hey there, sweetheart.