***Warning about the Olbermann clip. If you have a heart, you will cry. So, if you must watch it at your desk, be prepared to say your allergies are acting up.***
I’ve been writing this comeback in my head ever since I saw the lame-ass Dodge commercial during the Super Bowl.
The original – in case you missed it.
I’m sad to hear Michael C. Hall’s voice say this stuff. Boo. And just in case you think it’s only hairy-arm-pitted feminists who were offended by this commercial…..
Richard Crenna’s most underrated work.
Please ignore the disgusting, buffoonish laughter spewing forth from my mouth.
Seriously, is there anything worse in the world than the sound of one’s own voice?
Possibly a TV movie, starring the kids from Escape from Witch Mountain and ripping off the plot of The Omen, only – you know…with a dog?
Yeah, you’re right. The sound of my voice is worse.
Lateshoes has a new look! And to celebrate….a mix tape.
Since watching Whip It (which I LOVED) I’ve been listening to this Jens Lekman song on repeat. I love rediscovering a song after a long hiatus. It’s the ultimate crushy, lovey song without being twee or lyrically trite. I love it like a person.
Your Arms Around Me – Jens Lekman
Joe Jackson is so underrated.
Is She Really Going Out With Him
Heretic Pride – The Mountain Goats
In the spirit of my 90′s nostalgia I’ve pulled out these goodies.
St. Ides Heaven – Elliott Smith
I’m almost embarrassed to admit how much this song resonated with me. Besides not being literally true.
Artist, musician, feminist icon and my personal power animal, Kathleen Hanna has a blog.
I just got teary thinking about how I’d like to contribute to the Bikini Kill archive blog. It’s major cheese to think and to say, but from the moment I heard the words, “We’re Bikini Kill and we want revolution, girl style now!” my life was different. I always knew I was a feminist, but I never acted like one until I learned about Riot Grrl….and I’m so grateful! So grateful, that they had the courage to put themselves out there and open themselves up to bitter ridicule from “the haters” – so that a gazillion girls like me could learn to do the same.
To wit, Chubby Bunny and U.G.G.L.I.E.S. were born.
Someday I’ll tell you the story about how the feeeemale editor of SLUG magazine killed the burgeoning feminist music scene in Salt Lake. Or at least killed my will to help lead it.
UPDATE: Interesting and related article in SLATE
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