Viktor Vasnetsov - The princess who never smiled
I mean can you blame her
"To fit the music industry standards of beauty you’ve got to be young, slim, available and fertile-looking but not enough to actually remind anyone of the visceral reality of fertility."
Emma talks about being a pregnant performer and wrestles the rock ‘n’ roll cliche in this interview with Stacey Walton of Tyci.
Photo by Lee Hammond
Will age classifications for music videos work? -
David Cameron has announced age ratings for music videos in the UK. But will a 15 or R18 label really protect children from the latest Rihanna spectacle? And could censorship do more harm than good?
My Guardian piece – out today in the paper’s main section – on pop, censorship and why we should be concerned about the age certification pilot for music videos. Contains: FKA twigs, Angel Haze, Nicki Minaj, race politics, raunch, ‘stripper pop’, slut-shaming, queer visibility in film, TV and lit, challenging the swerf lobby [namely, OBJECT]. Special shout-out to Feminists Against Censorship’s Holly Combe for the excellent quote.
Sad to say my sign-off line didn’t make the final edit as it passed through the Guardian’s features desk – despite the commissioning editor telling me it was her favourite part. My ultimate position is this: with 3.5 million UK children living in abject poverty under the Tory gov, austerity is the biggest, most immediate threat to the welfare of our young – not music videos.
The divine CRA doin’ it right. Key point about FKA Twigs. Would also add that the modern pop video often contains many deeply pernicious ideas that have nothing to do with sexuality, and these self-appointed moral guardians aren’t about to go censoring those.
(Source: vikkichu, via ohgravy)
It’s been a heavy week. A few days ago we lost one of our heroes, someone who was better than anyone else at reminding us to hold onto laughter when it gets dark. I’ve heard members of the choir murmur “suicide is selfish” in passing. I imagine we’ll be hearing it a lot more, and that’s a shame. It’s also not true. First it was tutted at LAX by a woman watching TMZ. Anonymous commenters on news sites. Little burps on twitter. A well-meaning friend to me over text. I don’t mean to diminish in any way the serious business of taking one’s life, but what about a dialogue that didn’t rest on the axis of “selfishness?” For many the suicidal state is involuntary. You get there because you feel trapped in a corner. You get there because you can’t see any other way out. Being told it is a selfish thing to do reinforces feelings of helpless- and hopelessness while driving the discussion away from what is most important: helping people who are seriously ill receive treatment. Depression moors you on an island where you can’t feel anything beyond pain, can’t see what lies ahead. It’s not a fog, it’s a white out. It’s a brutal illness. I know from experience.
I love editing the NME letters page.
Lena Dunham, by Autumn de Wilde
Playing Place skatepark, near Truro, Cornwall.
If white American feminist theory need not deal with the differences between us, and the resulting difference in our oppressions, then how do you deal with the fact that the women who clean your houses and tend your children while you attend conferences on feminist theory are, for the most part, poor women and women of Color?
What is the theory behind racist feminism? — Audre Lorde, “The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House,” 1984 (via ethiopienne)
(Source: owning-my-truth, via softerthansound)
I’ve designed a new magazine to save the publishing industry.
✓ Anna Valdez , Picnic, 2014. oil on canvas, 42 x 42 inches
Last night I watched You’ve Got Mail for the 156th time (though it was my excellent friend Bethany's first viewing!), which caused me to recall My Unfortunate Early Life In Email Addresses:
sleepoverspice [at] yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk because I liked the Spice Girls
funkycyberchick [at] aol [dot] com because I wanted people to know I was a cool girl on the web
muddyarse [at] yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk because god knows
all_aboard_the_good_ship_albion [at] hotmail [dot] co [dot] uk because damn it if I was going to be contained by pro formas’ limited email address spaces
Also in “you know you’re a 90s film when…” observations:
- You know you’re a 90s film when there are four staffers working in an independent bookshop (h/t Bethany)
- You know you’re a 90s film (about the early days of the internet) when none of the characters can touch-type yet