It appears we are gluttons for punishment at Squeamish Bikini. We've told you about the cartoon characters that make us consider the 2D life, revealed our misheard lyrics and confessed to our gullible childhoods. Perhaps you find these posts uplifting, a way to kick off the weekend jauntily thinking: 'Well, could be worse!' before skipping off into the Friday night full of beery promise ('oh my goodness, you won't believe what you did last night'), leading on to Saturday lie ins ('get up! You're missing the best part of the day!'), pushing plans to Sunday ('I'll do it once Louis Walsh has finished telling this hopeful who they remind him of'), well obviously you can't really do anything on Sunday. It's a day of rest. Besides, I was hoping we could go out for a nice Sunday Roast. Oh man, I hope this weekend wasn't a complete write off. Don't feel bad, we've confessed our guilty pleasures here...
India Knight is sick of hearing celebrities talk about their battles with depression.
I can, sort of, understand that. I don't think her point was hugely well expressed but it seems that she's not tired of hearing about depression per se, so much as seeing it used as a hook to sell celebrity memoirs or flog their latest product. No matter how tenuous the link to the subject matter.
But, like I said, not well expressed. In fact, it might have come across a little like she was saying she was tired of hearing people talk about being depressed, full stop. To the extent that the mental health charity Mind saw her column as an attack on anyone who has the gall to talk about being depressed, and used their twitter feed in a seeming bid to encourage people to attack her for this view - ironically creating a situation where a mental health charity was seen as bullying a prominent writer.
Girls! Girls! Girls!
I'm a member of a feminist group. It started as a casual meeting of people who lived in the same area and hoped to share similar values. Feminism is a wide ranging thing. After the first few meetings we all admitted how nervous we had been on first meeting. What to wear for The Feminists?! What do The Feminists drink?! What will The Feminists talk about? I made a couple of deals with myself before this first meeting. For instance if these feminists I was about to meet were hostile towards the idea of trans or male members I was out. Also if I just plain didn't like them. Even if it was just a case of negative transference. Which I am a martyr to.
It was a happy ending, as you can deduce from my membership. It turned out we were all pro and anti the same, or at least similar things ('kyriarchy? Well I'm against it') and I didn't take an instant, unreasonable, dislike to them. So we combined forces and enjoyed discussions about how we came to feminism, what instances the patriarchy had screwed us over and what we can do about it. Most importantly what we wanted to do was make our feminist group welcoming and open to all who identified (among other things) as feminist.
Where are they now?
Allow me to paint a picture for you. You're walking down the street, na na na, not a care in the world when suddenly it strikes you. What happened to that teen heartthrob so heavily promoted as The Next Big Thing in the J17, Sugar and Bliss magazines of yesteryear? Where is that wisecracking sidekick who played the plain and lovelorn friend in that sitcom you can hum the theme tune to but can't remember the name of? You're certain they had at least one hit on the big screen, they had the world at their feet. So photogenic, so hip, so where are they now? Faded Next Big Things, we're worried about you.
The comedy in tragedy Image:Wonderlane
Well I know which one I prefer. But let's investigate this. Actually let's not. On Tuesday someone named Mike Sheer wrote a post on comedy industry site Chortle asking the question Women or Rape: Which is the less funny? From the title alone you know this is going to be edgy comedy gold, right? This is going to be an article that gets things sorted once and for all. It's what we've all been asking in our more idle moments. Sheer begins: “Unless you've been living under a rock, or are interesting, you're aware of the ongoing ‘Are women funny?’ debate. Lately, there's been another element tossed into the ‘funny?’ quandary: rape. We just can't seem to put our finger on whether or not rape and women are funny! But can we ascertain which is less funny?”
Slutwalk London 2011 Image: Ms Mornington
On Saturday the 22nd of September the second London chapter of Slutwalk was held. Thousands of people took to the streets wearing all kinds of costumes to wave signs that said “Clothing is not consent” and chant “My dress is not a yes!” It is one of the latest responses to victim blaming attitudes and has certainly got the most attention. The following Tuesday a statement on Twitter from the London Slutwalk account stated their support for Julian Assange. One of the organisers of London Slutwalk 2011 explains here her disappointment and concern over such a statement.
As a previous organiser of Slutwalk London, I feel it is necessary to speak out against the recent decision by the current organiser to support Julian Assange. I am deeply disappointed and hurt that our local movement has been used to publicly back a celebrity accused of rape.
Image: Squeamish Kate
Yesterday we were introduced to the Telegraph's new women's section, Wonder Women. A women's newspaper section that promises to be a little different, marvelling at all the wonder women in the world. It would be unfair to judge it on 2 days of content but I will say this about the writer headshots in the introduction to the section. All of these are just like the other. But I expect new writers will soon be introduced in time.
The first day certainly had interesting content. What caught my attention was Louisa Peacock's article Girl power is dead, girlfriend. Read all about it... about women pop singer's song content. With a month to go until the Spice Girl's Viva Forever musical, Peacock wondered: “isn't girl power in music long gone?”