Look. I love being honest. So let me honestly tell you that Alexandra Tweten’s debut book “Bye Felipe: Disses, Dick Pics, And Other Delights Of Modern Dating” is exactly what you’re looking for even if you’re not so sure what that is. I’m not just saying this because I sat next to Alexandra as she started writing it, way back when “Bye Felipe” was merely an internet sensation and a twinkle in her eye. Even then, I knew that it would be something bigger than “viral” mostly because it was going to fill a necessary void. It would set out to answer the greatest question of our time, WHAT THE FUCK HAS TECHNOLOGY DONE TO THE RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN. Continue reading “Bye Felipe Is The Modern Dating Guide Everyone Needs”
**Trigger Warning** This is a review of a rape-revenge film and does talk about rape and sweet, sweet revenge.
Whether it’s simply a matter of good timing or the foresight of a visionary, the rape-revenge thriller is making a comeback. On the heels of the #Metoo Movement French director Coralie Fargeat is taking advantage of the climate with the release of her debut film “Revenge.” It’s a post-modern rape-revenge thriller that feels like it was directed by Patrick Bateman and written in a collaborative effort of every woman ever wronged by a man, ever. And it kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time.
Jen (Matilda Lutz) and Richard (Kevin Janssens) emerge from a helicopter in the middle of a desert like a Tom Ford ad from hell. Jen is all vapid nothingness in the way that makes IG stars out of women just like her. She’s the combined efforts of trashy blonde extensions, an out of this world ass and the ticking clock of her youth. Jen’s accompanied by her French sugar daddy Richard who lets her blow him and then has the audacity to take a call from his wife. But…he’s rich and he’s got the abs of a deranged sociopath, so she obviously forgives him for this transgression and the two canoodle the night away.
Comedy Central’s feminist comedy juggernaut “Broad City” will come to an end when it airs it’s fifth and final season in early 2019. The comedy duo behind the show, Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer won’t be leaving fans high and dry. The two signed a first-look television deal with Comedy Central parent company Viacom that already has three projects in the works with Comedy Central.
Iconic underwear brand Victoria’s Secret debuted their runway show in 1993, over 23 years ago and a lot has changed since then. Including, leading campaigns that are more inclusive in the world of fashion. However, VS has famously struggled with casting models who are women of color and more recently, trans. Trans model and activist, Leyna Bloom wants to change this by becoming the brand’s first trans WOC to ever walk the iconic Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show runway.
I have to admit. I don’t really think much of the man behind Playboy. As far back as I can remember Hugh Hefner’s been off my radar. He was never young enough to be relevant to me personally nor was he accessible enough for me to take his game and turn it on him.
What I’m saying is during my party prime–Hugh M. Hefner–the brains behind the Playboy publishing empire and the man who single handedly takes credit for the sexual revolution WASN’T FUCKABLE SO HE WAS IRRELEVANT.
This is something white men can get away with. Especially semi-attractive, successful ones. Which is probably why Hugh was linked to buxom beautiful babes until the day he died. Image is everything. But I think you have to consider that even when “Girls Next Door” was at it’s peak–Hugh was a fucking fossil.
President Trump’s instability and inability to govern like a grown man may get him booted from the White House (at some point in the future), but in the meantime, we’re still stuck with him, his cronies and their anti-female agenda.
Not that Donald J. Trump would admit this in his statement on Women’s Health Week, May 14 – 20. In fact, you’s think, the horse shit statement released that the AHCH aka Trumpcare didn’t indefinitely exclude women’s health issues as preexisting conditions or exclude them entirely:
Don was my editor before they became my friend. Logistically speaking, they were the parent that got me to turn my homework in on time so they could published my music essays and reviews. Don was always super fun to talk about music with, and like anything enjoyable, our conversations spilled into other portions of our lives. Over the course of the past couple of years, I have had the honor and luxury of watching Don evolve into the person they were always destined to be. In this essay they published on their blog, they explore their relationship with anxiety and self acceptance in a time where one can easily escape into a separate universe instead of coming to terms with their truth.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.