Friday 5...I Have Nevers...
Ah the I Have Never game, a favourite of 6th Formers and Freshers across Britain. If you have never heard of this simple game allow us to explain it. A group of people sit together and take turns to tell the others something they have never done. For instance “I have never read Squeamish Bikini”. Those present who have read Squeamish Bikini would all take a drink or a shot. That’s you; take a sip of your current beverage you maverick.
The Advertising Standards Authority has chosen not to ban last year’s Harvey Nichols Walk of Shame advert, showing various young women making their way home in outfits from the night before. A total of 7 people complained that the advert was sexist and insinuated only women with the income to support a Harvey Nichols heavy wardrobe could have a one night stand and maintain her self-esteem.
Bel Mooney fears this is an indicator of the death of shame. Here lies Shame, buried under a mountain of Lucite stripper heels and prematurely shed pants.
Virginia Woolf at our door
Image: Nick Nichols
71 years ago today Virginia Woolf filled her pockets with stones and walked into the river Ouse. Her body was not recovered for 3 weeks. The last thing she ever wrote was a heartbreaking letter to her husband Leonard.
I can never make up my mind about Woolf, or rather I should say about her writing. When I first discovered her writing I was enthralled by the long, vague, lifting remember reading sentences; by the focus on minutiae and the psychological rather than the plot. It was a revelation to read novels where very little happened – but so much was said, explored, mentioned.
The Squeamish Surgery
The doctor is IN. Image: JD Hancock
As an out feminist I am often asked the same questions. I get asked about feminism and boyfriends, as far as I am aware, you’re allowed boyfriends or girlfriends – as many as you can stand and still be a feminist. I have been asked about dressing as a feminist, answer: skimpy clothing is allowed. I have been asked about my eyebrows, I’m not sure if that has anything to do with feminism – I just have really great eyebrows. I have also been asked what feminism has done for me.
Since starting up a feminist site those questions continue to be asked but checking the stats it seems people have a lot of things they are too shy to put forward for Ask a Feminist. Where do the shy take their embarrassing questions? Why, Google of course.
A rail of issues. Image: Emily Hildebrand
It’s 2012, you have probably been on a Reclaim the night march, or maybe a Slutwalk. You might have shouted at the TV as another news story about sexual assault breezes over another judge ascribing importance to what the woman involved was wearing. Chants of: “Whatever we wear, wherever we go, yes means yes and no means no!” are bound to have been driven home by now, right?
WRONG, oh you might not be asking for ‘it’ when you pull on a short skirt/low cut top/dungarees but Jennifer Baumgartner, Psy.D. has written a book, You Are What You Wear (see what she did there?) that tells us what message you are trying to send out by the clothes you chose today. And missy it is not ‘this was top of the clean pile’.
Generation 'Oh, this old thing?'
With last year’s Bridesmaids and this year’s Tiny Furniture and Girls it looks like the female slacker might be becoming a thing now. If we say it enough times. Like the Candyman, say Slackergirl 5 times and some unwashed female appears on you settee wearing Kermit the Frog pants and eating your cereal.
The Observer certainly seems to think it is a thing. If it is, then goodbye slightly irksome sitcoms in which characters in low paid jobs come home to a spacious flat, Penny from the Big Bang Theory I am looking at you and I am not suspending my disbelief. A waitress could never live alone, especially not on the hours you work. Instead look out for grown women padding about their parents’ house and hilarious incidents resulting from parent/daughter misunderstandings.
Friday 5...New Holidays
What? Never seen a Cheese Day bonnet before?
As mentioned before on Squeamish, this month has seen Mother’s Day and International Women’s Day. We didn’t mention that steak and Blowjob day had somehow passed us by. Or rather we’d ignored it. It turns out you can just make these days up! All it takes is a mass of retweets and you, sir, have got yourself a trend or possibly a day. We put our heads together at Squeamish Bikini and came up with some suggested days of celebration…
This week saw the 285th anniversary of Isaac Newton's death. F1Kate is back on Squeamish Bikini to tell us why we should love Isaac Newton.
A 17th century scientist might not seem like the most obvious inclusion in a motorsport light relief column, but you should have worked out by now that I try to avoid the obvious.
Sir Isaac Newton is among the most influential minds in human history. His work in mathematics, physics, astronomy, and a host of other disciplines has had far-reaching consequences in the knowledge we hold to be true today. The publication of Newton's Principia Mathematica was one of the defining moments of the Enlightenment, and many associate the book with the dawning of the Age of Enlightenment.
Writers of comment pieces are fond of demonstrating their ability to look at a situation from a different angle. ‘Look at my crazy-skewed yet wise opinion, think about it’ they say, although in subtler tones. Often this is a valuable tool; my knee-jerk reaction to something has been corrected before by such columns. Today however, there is only one acceptable opinion to have about the Piers Morgan scoop regarding Dennis Waterman and Rula Lenska’s relationship. That is, there is no valid excuse to hit your partner.
Writer Carol Sarler has been given the task by the Daily Mail to write up Waterman’s admission he hit former wife Rula Lenska. But, all the papers will be writing about it, so ‘give it a twist, make it edgy Sarler’.
Is Mum the Word on Hate Male?
Mother's Day rose Image: emerson12
We just had Mothering Sunday. A couple of weeks ago it was International Women’s Day. Gosh we females have really monopolised March haven’t we? Soon we shall be calling it Matriarch, or something.
On International Women’s Day there was celebrating, fundraising and campaigning. There was also a small online demand for equality. Not for women, but for men. ‘When’s International Men’s Day?’ some male tweeters wanted to know. A quick Google, or a visit to this very site could have told them that happy day is on the 19th of November. These, uh, whistle-blowers were lampooned by comedian Richard Herring on Mothering Sunday.